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rope bit into Gene's wrists, grind
ck of her throat, thick and suffocating. Her chest heaved against th
y stood her h
ck onto a rusted metal barrel. The meta
torted rasp. "The wife or the mistress. Y
esitate. He did
il crouched, shivering and sobbing. He wrapped his arms around t
m his name, but her vocal cords were paralyzed
ked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To h
windproof lighter. The flame sparked. He tossed it direc
ly blue fire er
swallowed Gene whole. The extreme heat vaporized
was a pain so absolute, so blinding, that it shattered her sanity. In the center of
ently jer
at the silk duvet like a drowning woman fighting for the surface. She
weat. Pure instinct took over. Her trembling
ctly smooth. There were no
chased away by the gentle breeze of the central AC. She bl
de penthouse. The one she and Alvie had shared
nd. The date glowing on the display was exactly four years in the
he stumbled, her bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor, a
k so hard her knuckles turned wh
ant. Her eyes were not yet deadened by
her again. Claustrophobia gripped her throat. Her knees b
n knuckles. She bit until the metallic taste of blood bloomed on her tong
mphant smirk. The memories flashed b
her manicured nails digging cre
reezing water in her hands, and splashed it violently against her face. She scr
woman staring back was naive to a laughable degree, and that very naivety had been her epitaph. No, never again. The absolute agony of her past life burned away the
room and pulled open the d
dresses. Pink chiffon. White lace. Clothes she had bought
ed them
, jet-black haute couture suit. She stripped off her nightgown and
uble doors of the bedroom were
ng the rumpled dress shirt from last night's banquet, having clearly sprinted s
e in front of the full-length mirror, his pupils dila
sive strides. His hands shot out, gripp
k. It was a frantic, desperat
ho had left her to burn was now look
hers, Gene's stomach violently churned
and violently shove
m with the icy detachment of a stranger. A mocking
her. The panic in his chest instantly morphed into the angry
t look for?" he snapp
have lowered her head an
an. She stared dead at the collar of his shirt. "That nic
ace turne
xed with a much deeper, irrational terror, f
his posture ri
is voice tight. "We're leaving
the room, leaving

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