If there was one thing Ezmira knew, it was that time didn’t slow, not for anybody. No matter how hard you beg, no matter how much you cry, no matter how much pain you were in, time is and always would be, merciless.
For she knew pain, it was taught to her at a young age.
she experienced it, and was taught to inflict it as well.
“One needs to experience it to do it efficiently,” her mother would w...