CHAPTER 170

Katherine’s foot slammed into the door, rattling it on its hinges.

“Fucking retards,” she hissed, her chest heaving in disappointment. 

She’d been so close. So close. One more twist, one more push and then? She would be out of this god–forsaken, hell–makeover of a room she was forced to stay. And she felt sleepy, really dizzy and had slept. Those ingrates must have come in when she was sleeping and probably injected her when she wasn’t looking. 

Now she was awake to find that the doorknob had been replaced with solid metal, polished and strong. One that she couldn't scratch her way out with.

Her eyes burned with...