I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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I was panting like a wild beast.
The thorn and branches prickled my feet but I didn't stop. I couldn't because if I did stop, that would make Viktor lose.
I could not let these people lay their disgusting hands on me.
Desperation to turn around and run back into the warm, tight embrace of my husband controlled every fiber in my being but I was circumspect to do that. Tears gathered at my waterline and as badly as I wanted to release them, I had no option but to continue running.
The forest was fucking dark and I hated the sounds which shook with reverberance through it.
The owls.
The insects.
Even the wolves.
They were all alive and breathing life into the forest.
But more than the sounds of the forest, the noise of footsteps and the dried leaves crunching beneath them terrified me. It all reminded me very much of the multiple times different men in my life have tried to hunt me, look for me, hurt me.
Beginning with my father.
You might think for a girl that hates her father, I do sure bring him up a lot but what can one do than bring up the sole person that was the cause of all the issues in their life.
No, quite literally.
My father had the devil embarrassed and flustered because he even left him behind when it came to performing a beautiful dance of macabre.
I had no idea who these people were.
But I knew very well that they meant harm in every way possible.
Viktor was nowhere to be found and I was worried sick.
All he gave me was a blade, a gun and his words.
Run. Run Eira and when you can't anymore, you fight.
I didn't know for how long was the bush gonna keep me safe and protected against these men. They were like predators in the forest, impatient to sniff out their prey and albeit I stayed quiet, the violent beating of my heart was sufficient to give away my hiding spot.
I held the gun tightly against my chest and inhaled.
I wasn't Eira Noor anymore.
I was Eira Viktor Almato.
His wife. His donna. His pride and honor.
I wasn't going to let anyone take me and if that meant spilling blood, I was willing.
I squated down as soon as the sound of footsteps grew closer.
Their steps were calculated, careful and overall calm.
