Chapter 31 Filing Room

The door closed loudly and the world was in the dark again. Sandra's heart sank into the abyss. "Sir..." She murmured and then nothing out of depression. His eyes full of loathing for her could be got rid of her mind. She knew she lost completely. She had nothing, so she couldn't step on her own dignity. Her fingernails were deeply stuck in the ground and the nails broken with blood all over. Her heart was dull. Her breath was shorter and shorter with sweat sliding from her cheeks, till they dripped onto the cement ground. Afterwards, Sandra lost consciousness. Clinton took her out of the storage room, when she was almost in coma. Her eyes were drifting together with her consciousness. In the haziness, Sandra felt she was in a bed, and the door was closed carefully. Then some talking in low voice. "Her state of mind was abnormal, and she needs a doctor." "Clinton, do you really want to forget what she did? After all, she started to doubt about how her father died." "Shu