Chapter 63(strip, little monster)

Hazel's Point Of View:

With my hands trembling, I stood there in the corridor, looking across the room at them.

One of them stood to his feet, turning to me. He waved his hand, gesturing for me to come in.

Reluctantly, I stepped in as slowly as a snail.

I turned to shut the door. After shutting it, I turned, my hands clutching the straps of my bag tightly.

“Be a good girl," He commanded, his voice cold.

“Sit," he ordered, prompting me to sit down on a chair that was by the bed.

The other three men stood also and they all came before me...