Kill Me With Your Next Order
Language: en
The year the Montgomery family finally found me and brought me back from the mountains, I already knew the fundamental truth of the universe: the only way to stay alive was through absolute, unquestioning submission. Cathy, the girl who had taken my place as their daughter, pointed at the industrial ozone sterilization cabinet in the mudroom. She sneered, telling me to get inside and "disinfect" the stench of dirt off my skin. I didn't argue. I crawled into the machine in silence and pressed the button. Scalding air instantly swallowed my body whole. By the time my biological parents…