CHAPTER 25 – Rachel

“I hate you sons of bitches, and I hate your stupid bagged blood!” I spat at the triplets who sat at the end of my bed playing cards as if I wasn’t tied spread eagle on the other side of them screaming at the top of my lungs. I don’t even know why I bothered. They just ignored me. We were somewhere in the eastern European area, and I had no idea why. Not only that, but I was taken to a castle. I am talking a real castle, with turrets and guards. Some servants came and brought things,...