Rosewood Manor, December 4, 2018.
While the moon disappeared in the dense clouds, the slow crisp wind felt appeasing to Abigail. She kept her hand upon her heart and held a firm hope that just like the wind she will gain her freedom as well. While there was an uncanny fear that prevailed in her mind, she didn't wish to abandon the hope.
Then, she diverted her focus upon the loud footsteps that approached her. She turned to take a glance and found Silvester slithering languidly. She had jitters and her breaths grew gradually louder.
The snobbish man crept towards her and then held her tenaciously. She gaped at the trunk which he held, and the man observed her curiosity for it. The man placed the trunk upon the bed and held Abigail in his arms.
While she struggled to rid herself from
