Chapter 20

• *Lucia*
• I didn't want to die. At least not yet. This would be an unjust death. I wanted to at least pay them back. I wanted to pay all those who hurt me back. Who told them they could hurt me and go Scot-free? I tried to lose the rope I was tied with at the back. When his hand rested on my left breast, I felt disgusted. And it was worse when his breath fell on my skin.
• From the corner of my eyes, I could see the other guy trying to light up the lamp or something. Once the lamb clicked with the gallon. My chest tightened; I feared for my life. No matter how bold I was, no one was above the fear of death. I had to act and act fast.