's

d with the loud, defending sounds of gunshots

s I noticed men dressed in black start to jump in

d next was s

f times from different directions, just as he was about to lift himself off me. A ho

e people? Wha

and with tears still streaming down my face and horrified screams ringing loudly around the

very roughly that I got light headed for a few seconds. When my head cleared a little, I wa

and shakily pleading for my life, I didn't want to die this way. These men seemed like they didn'

ime to stop Mr. Romero from forcefully sleeping with me, I couldn't help but grasp unto

r. The person whom I had been forced to kneel against was still in the same position that he had been in

ed to kneel before, leaned even forward until he was staring deeply into my eyes through his mask that I had just noticed was different from

en I suddenly flinched when he suddenly grasped my jaw and tugge

tempted to sigh in relief, his hands were digging into my hair to tug on it, making another sob tear out of my lips, as tears began to po

eld so much anger and threat of so much power that made me want t

ing since I was made to kneel down in this spot. His voic

ry exposed cleavage, and I watched as his brows furrowed befo

was low and deep as he spoke, sounding s

kick me in the face, but he walked past me and threw some wo

have to get out o

ed by the tape over my mouth, when my shoulder harshly hit a hard surface where I ended up getting dropped in. I was confused as to where I was at, until I felt a door getting slammed shut a fe

ried until this morning, and barely seven hours after getting married, my husband was killed atop me, and after everyt

if my twin hadn't decided to run away, kno

so much at

this point that I w

completely