Prologue

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"Don't worry Avia, nothing will happen to you as long as I live." The woman's voice was calm and soothing, as the child in her arms was on the verge of tears. 

The woman wrapped her beloved daughter in the soft blanket, cradling her in her arms as she prepared to flee the hell hole this house had become. She opened the door, stepping out into the cold hallway and walked to the stairway, careful to be quiet.

She descended the stairs, looking warily around until she reached the foot. The flicker of hope in her heart evolved into a wildfire, as the front door watched welcomingly from across the room.

She could've broken down right there, but they weren't safe yet. They weren't safe until they were free of the invisible chains bound to their wrists, weren't safe until this child's father was nothing but a memory. A pure evil memory.

She reached out to pull the handle down. So close, any minute now they'd be free.

A knife came spinning through the air to impale into the wooden surface of the door. She yelped in surprise, stumbling backwards.

Dread filled her, keeping her frozen in place as though the weight of realization was simply too much for her.

The shadowed figure of a man came closer, deathly silent, but the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. This man was out for blood,  and he wouldn't stop until he'd taken it.

In one hand, he held a lighter, in the other, a can of gasoline.

God help us.

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