Can't Trust Even Herself.

The difference between water boarding and her current torture was little to none. The only thing that set them apart was the fact that Christina hadn't been laid backwards and forced to endure the water being poured on her face. But nonetheless, she had still been tied still, understand the heavy and chilling rain with her face covered by a sack bag. She was terrified, but couldn't do anything. Every now and then, she'd cough up water and try to cry out, try to beg, hoping that if not any of the servants she had mastered for years, Amara would change her mind, have a change of heart even and decide to release her from this dreadful faith. But nothing of such happened, at least not until the police showed up. But even by then, the distance of the Crawford mansion being far away from the police station playing a cruel part in this, Christina was near passing out. And by the time the police had arrived, the rain had stopped, and Amara, who had been watching from the window, was smiling. O