He\'s dying

Two months have gone by and I’m still living in the golden cage of the Whitlock family’s home. With time, my determination to escape has subsided. I do not see the point of fighting anymore. I lack all the power to get out of here and even if I had it, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go. Returning to Pamela is out of the question because she barely escaped danger the last time. Ivan could have hurt her and her child, just like he did with Ricardo. I refuse to put any of my loved ones in danger again. I understand that I must work alone if I want to escape his clutch but it’s hard to figure out a way. Even my faith isn’t as strong as it used to be. I sit on one of the kitchen’s stool with my fist holding the cross around my neck. Sometimes, I fail to perform my night prayers. I don’t want to think about it but I blame God for all this. I don’t understand why he’d put a faithful servant through this much pain when I’ve done nothing but adore Him all my life. The old master Whitlock once said