The Shattered Escape

The Shattered Escape

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Who is this monster and who is the victim? What does the monster desires from her? The more questions she asked the less safe she was. Would she be able to make it on time or would she end her, once and for all? What can scare a person to its utmost death? What does evoke a fear in somebody's mind? Nobody experiences it yet everyone talks about its significance. It doesn't require experiencing its gravity let alone the imagination of its fear can give us chills. It's never easy to wrap our senses into its fear that can become our deadly enemy. It was neither easy for her, though her innocence knew she was living under a fucked up world full of misogyny and cruelty. What she didn't know was the fear of the unknown and the aftermaths of it. She was playing with the death itself. But, once, the truth was exposed to her she knew she had to survive, even though it was too late for her. The monster had already crept in, destroying everything she holds hear but she could do nothing but watch them fall. The truth has unveiled everything now leaving her with no choice but to obey!
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I flickered my eyes as I could not see properly due to all the strain and stress. I could not make sense of the situation. I felt a sudden tug at my feet as I tried to pull them, realising that they were tied by the rope. My hands were free but there was a feeling of numbness in them. It was all so overwhleming and sudden for me that I felt like drowning in an ocean, where I did not want to be saved. The truth was in front of me and I didn't want to believe it. Sitting on the throne like chair in front of me was the person I trusted the most. My protector, my bodyguard, and now my captor. . . . I watched her opening her eyes slowly, trying to take in all the sitauation at once. My poor little doll, so fragile, so naive and innocent for this dark and dirty world, who has no idea that after years of being raised and treated like a fragile princess, she was now a part of this world, and I could not wait to break her. As her protector and her bodyguard, it would give me a sick pleasure in taking and ruining her. In His Shadows |18+| A Drak Romace Thriller

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