#Chapter 80 - What About Me?

Stella If I held any hope of being rescued inside of my heart and brain, it has now been smushed to death, pummeled by the look of smugness in Clara’s eyes as she and Adrian exited down the stairs of the warehouse. I fight against the ropes and try to push the gag out of my mouth with my tongue but it is no use. I am unable to do a god damn thing while Clara and Adrian escape into freedom. He has finally made his choice. Adrian has finally chosen Clara over me. I knew that this day would come but I didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it does. A pain resonates inside of my chest. I am unable to control the tears that stream down my face. I can no longer fight back against the restraints of my confinement as complete and utter dejection courses throughout my body. My sobs are muffled through the fabric of the gag. Only I can hear them as my tears soak the material, my lungs feeling like they are on fire as I struggle to catch my breath. Is this it? Is this the end of my story