PROLOGOS
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The loud explosion rang in her ears. It was defeaning and nerve-wracking that a sudden loss of hearing made her utterly confused. Lying face first on the ground she lifted her head a little, only to witness what kind of hell they made her vacation house into.
There were broken debris all around her. Papers and furnitures are also scattered and burning— the thick smokes assaulting her lungs. Everything is a mess and she was lucky that she was able to jump off from the balcony, seconds before the explosion, but it still did not save her from flying over and hitting her head at a nearby tree.
She's alive but the unprepared fall made her unable to move. Right now, no one's at the vicinity. Everyone knows that when she's in this house no one was to disturb her, so she sent everyone away.
Now that she needed help, no one's there to lend.
She gritted her teeth. She can wait.
Her husband would know about this and he will come.
The wait is over.
She finally heard footsteps coming her way. It was unhurried and light, akin to someone coming for a stroll. Then two set of leather shoes finally stopped in front of her head and her heart trembled.
"Get her for immediate medical attention." Was the voice of a stranger. "Finally, you are back in my arms, my goddess. You are mine now. My possession."
From that moment, in her weakest state, she knew that she would be stolen away and and kept like a priceless possession.
Forever be hidden.
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