That night Brooke didn’t sleep well. She dreamed that her parents screamed in pain, whipped and humiliated in hell.
I dreamed that Master was getting thinner and thinner, trapped on a cliff and being hit by waves every day.
Finn made her tired last night, so she didn’t move her tonight, but she didn’t expect her to sleep so uneasy.
Suddenly awakened in the middle of the night: “Master, I’m going to Futu Island, I’m going to see Master.”
“Your Master has set up obstacles and we can’t go to the island unless he wants you to go.”
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