As the clouds descended upon the night sky, enveloping the world in a dense shroud, the clock struck midnight. Freen sat alone in her study, as BETA left her few moments ago. The flickering candle casting long shadows upon the pad before her, as she held an unearthed copy of an antique tome. The tales within chronicling the life of one Rebecca, whose past had long been obscured by the passage of time.
With each slide of the rich unfamiliar tale, Freen felt an ethereal connection to the woman's experience. Rebecca's triumphs and tribulations unfolded like a tapestry woven from forgotten dreams. Memories of love and loss, or resilience amid despair, spilled forth from the ink-stained pages, illuminating the dark corners of an extraordinary life.
-"I don't know how or where to start, but I guess I will call it my first entry into this world. I don't need to write my name or anything, so I'll just get started immediately. But before my first sentence into writing my journey, I'd like to thank Irin for this gift. Even though we live in a world of technology and everything is saved in a digital device, writing it down can make the person feel like he or she can experience it once more. Just a small reminder to myself, some extra pages at the first half of this dairy, will be specific about me, so I will fill them later. Now, let me start with my journey and hopefully I won't forget anything."
-"Firstly, let me start with my stepmother, since she's the center of my universe, but I had to make sure that everything that she'd done to me, mentioned in here. In case someday I need an evidence or something. Anyways, my stepmother's name is Elizabeth Sofia Price. That's before getting married to dad. She's years younger than him. He had fell in love with in one of his early events. Unfortunately, I have zero information about my mother. Dad didn't had time to talk to me about her, as the only thing I know is that she passed away when she gave birth to me. Thankfully, dad kept a picture of her which I kept it hidden in my safe. She was a very beautiful lady, I'm not saying that because she's my mom, but she's truly beautiful, and I wished that I had the chance..to meet her"
Freen softly smiled at the way she described her mother. It was a pleasant feeling that she was missing since her parent's tragedy, but still that didn't made her forget about them. As she scrolled down to the next page, the story begins to tell a different kind of tale that struck her heart to the point of losing to her fears.
-"So moving on, Elizabeth raised me as a daughter that she didn't wished to have. But unknown to myself and to her, I was more and more learning from her. The way she spoke to dad, the way she demands him to do her biddings, the way she uses her force to make him submit to her will, was as if I was watching a movie. I remember her saying that if you want your lover, husband or whatever relationship you are in, to be a ring on your finger, force must be used somewhere, along with a touch of love and kindness."
-"And dad was a proper example for such behavior. He's or he was a man who his words sting like a needle. When he met Elizabeth, I've noticed that his behaviors were more subtle than before. She turned him to be more submissive, her words were wishes to be fulfilled, everything that her sight fell on to was hers to claim. I remember when she started the process of submission, that day was engraved in my mind that even if my memories were erased, what I saw and heard will never fade away."
-"It was in a rainy beautiful night. I was passing by our long hallway to get to my room. As I walked past their room, the door was slightly opened. At first I didn't pay much attention, but what made me stop and look at the door, was dad's whimpering. My heart ached at first thinking that he might be suffering from a pain or something, but that wasn't the case. Curiosity and concern were filling up my mind. I knew Elizabeth was with him, since they both went to their room together after dinner, but still I wanted to check on him."

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FanfictionWhat will happen if...you choose love over yourself? What will happen if....such choice might cost everything? Let's find out!! Please be aware that this story has +18 parts, and if you're not comfortable, please skip. {Freen G!P}