Days have gone by. Perhaps month.
I’ve now completely lost my sense of time ever since I’ve been brought into this hell. I wish I knew what’s happening in the outside world at least. I haven’t got any more news since Manuelo showed me the signed documents that say that he’s now the owner of Whitlock corp.
I can’t believe that Ivan signed those.
I was expecting that he’d have a plan, something to protect his family’s wealth...I even thought that he’d choose to sacrifice me for the sake of this business and yet, he didn’t.
Though I’m glad to know that he really cares about me, I can’t help but feel guilty as well. It’s all my fault. Ivan has lost everything because of me: the company, his reputation...Everything. I even find myself wondering if it wouldn’t have been better if his father was still alive. He’d have prevented him from falling in love with the maid who’d set their family for d

I have been raped.
Me, the girl who always worked so hard to remain pure.
My body was used, tampered with, broken and abandoned in a slaughterhouse. Isn’t it ironic?
I don’t know how much time has passed since then and honestly, I don’t remember much. All I know is that Manuelo Gonzales has taken away my will to live. I’m still laying down on this disgusting table where pigs after pigs have been killed and dismembered. It feels like I will soon suffer the same fate as them.
God, what have I done to deserve this? Is it because I failed to maintain my purity like I promised? Is it because I gave myself to Ivan without being married?
The cross around my neck is still there even though my clothes are torn and discarded on the floor. It has never been heavier to carry this around.
The worst bit about this is that my aggression has been recorded. I bet you anything that the video will be sent 

He won\'t see it coming