Freda's POV

I got out of the shower after a brief moment of being under. I felt a lot better as I came back to my room and sat at the edge of the bed, heaving a heavy sigh. Leaning backward to rest my back against the bed frame, the thought was not as hurtful as it was earlier on. I then suddenly thought about Miranda and how she was fairing where she was. I blamed myself for having sex with her captor. Enjoying myself while she was going through hell where was kept. I thought. I heaved a sigh as memories of us began to flash in my head....