"But anyway, being used by him is better than being used by those people in the past. At least he still treats me like a person," Angela said, slightly narrowing her alluring cat-like eyes as the steam from the cup brushed against her face. "Have you always been curious why I'm so afraid of her?"
She turned her head, forcing an unnatural smile, and for the first time, she didn't continue portraying herself as a delicate kitten in front of Scarlett: "I'm really afraid that if I make him angry, he'll throw me back to that place where no person should be kept."
"Scarlett, I'm really scared, I never want to live that zombie-like life again," she blinked, tears glistening in her eyes, "Although I know it's unlikely, you know Matthew Saxon isn't as carefree as he seems. His temper is erratic, unpredictable, and I can't fathom his thoughts at all."
