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Irish slowly opened her eyes when the light of the sun touches in her face. She looked around and she is still in Basil’s room. All of a sudden, tears fell down in her eyes remembering what she saw and what he did to her. His dark aura made her trembling and to feel goosebumps. She knew that Basil didn’t continue to take her whole but it’s not enough for her to forget easily what happened last night. She continued crying until her tears dried up. As she stood up, she noticed a bouquet of roses in the side table nearby in the bed. Her forehead knotted when she saw a sticky note in it. ‘I’m sorry’ the words that is written there Irish crumpled it and throwed the bouquet in the trash bin. She wiped the tear in her eyes that is trying to escape again walking back in he