Page 16 of Stealing His Christmas Present

“You want privileges, but you haven’t done anything for me so far, except tried to run away.” He smacked his lips together.

“Can you blame me? You left the door open! You would’ve done the same. Can’t we just talk? Please?”

“No.” He walked away.

“Pablo! Pablo, wait!” I grabbed the bars, shouting after him.

When he disappeared, the whole hallway and my cell went pitch black. I gasped.

No! No! No!

Pablo was fucking insane. I didn’t know what he wanted, but it couldn’t be anything good for me. Tears filled my eyes, and I let them fall down my cheeks as I lowered myself down to the floor.

Why?

Damn the moment I’d laid my eyes on that monster!

Damn him forever!

What did he want me to do? What did he want from me? Why hadn’t he said anything about that?

I had so many questions, and no one was here to answer them. Gritting my teeth, I gripped the bars. A dim light came on somewhere in the hallway, at least allowing me to see the rest of the cell.

I hated Pablo so damn much.

I despised him. I loathed him.

I hated him more than anything in the whole world.

If only I’d never met him.

If only he didn’t exist.

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