Her Eternal Prison

For three years I was running, hiding and escaping from my horrible fate, but my abuser continued to chase me, no matter where

going home, resuming my identit

in my hands. Especially Lenard Lee. I

.

servatio

s travelling on such a long-haul flight. The male passenger beside me appeared mysteriou

definition of artificial: plastic surgery, false eyelashes, and a fake attitude, which I caught easily. For

ad. She turne

didn't seem t

led with meals. I understood that travellers with allergies could pre-book

er my ears. I seized the inflight earphones and plugged them int

tuned in automatically to the local music station o

he mountain. Syl was the love of my life, yet I had to let him go after my abuse in the hands of a mysterious man they called the Master, Lenard L

ll a lon

r body and thought of what I had experienced in the past few years,

might be very difficult for you to conceive in the future. I would sugge

ed this was why Jacques had not wanted me to see a gynaecologist, but I had to. As we were married, I wanted t

ones, it was pointless for me to

eef or c

ss earlier broke my reverie. I retu

ick

on the folding tray table. The man beside me was asleep, and

. It was revolting, I thought, and pretended I hadn't se

alised I was missing J

would need to slowly plan my revenge. Revenge wasn't achievable in just one night. I had learned the hard way when I thought the local triad had my back when they abducted me and sent me to Lenard. They had taske

't, in the state I was in. I slowly plotted for revenge. But without money, it didn't seem a feasible plan for me to charge into their den and prob

even longer considering the weather. I closed m

all the night before, and my inner voice t

head and the darkness no longer impacted me. Even the eerie sounds in the distance were just background

right now, just that I wou

I know y

can

Milanda's voice, and her figure bec

ou. Tempt your way

a. Are you de

." She

. I am.

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