The Woman From Hell

"You're trying to get Sylvester to let you go by going through his soft heart. Alas, he won't." Silas sounded very confident when he said this.

I lowered my head in thought, and not a moment later, his voice sounded again. "Before you think things through, you'd best get settled in. You won't be able to escape with me watching you." After he said that, I heard the sound of the microphone.

It seemed that Silas had left the surveillance room.

However, there was definitely someone in the surveillance room 24/7.

Could it be that someone was watching me even when I was asleep?

I found a piece of cloth and covered the pinprick in the TV. I found a few more miniature cameras after that and covered them one by one with either cloth or paper towels.

What were they going to look at now?

I walked up to the wardrobe. It was bigger than all the ones I had before and consisted of several layers. There were all sorts of clothes displayed neatly on the top according to their suitability for spring, summer, autumn, and winter. They were probably my mother's. This room used to be hers.

I brushed the soft clothes with my hand. I could almost imagine how my mother looked in them. She was beautiful.

but some image of her had recently always been in my mind. I seemed to

pajamas. Even though it was decades old, it was timeless

the lower drawer. I grabbed them

accidentally came across a disc under the TV after I was done washing up. It looked like one

the DVD player and turned

considering how he did not get

name is Millicent

recording my mother

hair fell over her shoulders. She looked really gentle, and her voice was as clear and

first time seeing her move. It felt

got to meet him. His name is John Lovere, and he's a dashing young man. But I know my father won't approve of him since he's from a poor background. We might not even be able

was probably a habit

watching them.

recorded a short apology to Silas

not have the chance to film anything after she