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THE BEAST 🩶
The lights ahead made her mission more complicated and frustrating.
She knew just how well the empire was guarded, yet, she was risking her long graceful neck to be doing this.
Now wasn't the time to praise her neck, was it?
Well her pretty neck was not ignorable.
She moved forward, surreptitiously as she did not want to be caught.
She knew the repercussions of such an act.
But she was not scared.
There was not an iota of fear that rose in her.
She had had enough of her captor, the beast.
She had had enough of the lame confinement that he had deemed her fit for, wanting out.
The rules and punishments that he issued to her was hugely traumatizing enough to keep her trying instead of stopping.
She couldn't give up, wouldn't give in, cave in to his dominance, controlled by him.
She would rather get caught, and then punished.
She'd rather cry, drink water and definitely try again.
She entered the flower maze, navigating through it in the dark like some self assured pro.
This was obviously not the first time that she was attempting this, judging from her expertise.
She must have done this lots of time to be adequately and fully acquainted with it all.
She knew every twist, every turn, every bend and every path.
Well, it was infact the fifth time she was doing this.
That first four -especially the first- had been a complete disaster.
It had been unsuccessful, thanks to none other than her captor, the beast as she liked to call him.
But this time, the fifth, she was bound to succeed having planned it for so long, meticulously.
She mapped it all straight down to the minutes and even the seconds details.
She was not taking any chances.
She was sure she would scale through, successfully.
She walked stealthily out of the maze and into the garden.
The smell of likeable flowers tickled her nostrils.
She stopped to inhale them for a moment before she resumed her journey.
She walked till she reached the fountain of water cascading down with a lot of noise.
She stopped and scooped some into her cupped palms.
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