C56 Que of wages

[Avas POV]

I'm in my room with a biro and paper in my hands. I have been sketching a blueprint to my escape buts it's been fuzzy owing chiefly to how Asher had treated me. I comfort my guiltiness with the notion of getting mistreated by the twins for many years, but still I don't feel any better. I'm just dogged through the overwhelming feeling of guilt that elopes me