Prologue

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Fuckkkk. I should have not done that. The glass in my hand broke from pure rage, as my eyes dripped the colour of red wine.
I regret it, now. But I had to do it, for her. Even if I am silent doesn't mean I am not suffering.

The pain was nothing compared to the war in my head and heart, I am left in broken pieces.

Without shitting around more with what I did, I rather believed to do what was must, at the current situation.

"Tonight she will be at the Thames Bar. Don't let any man touch her."

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