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CHAPTER 11. THE MAID
Rosewood Manor, December 4, 2018. The crisp wind didn't make her shudder; it was the intimidating man and the abominable condition of the room that enforced her to quiver even when held in the deep caress of broad arms. The blood-red liquid that had been splattered all over the marbled floor was beyond a shadow of doubt eerie, and the bathrobe appeared to resemble the ones that are established from murder and crime scenes. The liquid that had been splattered upon the robe began to dry and its fibres struck her soft skin. The embrace in which she was enwrapped made her even more miserable. Then, the man gestured the woman to move towards the bed through his hand and she complied. While approaching the bed, she gazed at her image inside the mirror of the cupboard and it distressed her
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