When she is finally gone I seat on a couch contemplating her last words, what does she even mean by many people are against me and they can come in any form, am I supposed to believe that? I wondered. And even if many people want to come for me and my son what is the reason why? why will they want to hurt an innocent baby and his mom? "Fast! Come with me immediately" I soon hear and need not a soothsayer to say so I can identify his voice, the ruthless himself. "Why am I coming with you?" I question not stealing a glimpse of him yet but I couldn't throw further questions as he pulls me up placing my baby on my hand and dragging me away with him. "Hey leave me alone, I am not a baby that you should be dragging that way, leave me alone please" I yell but he plays deaf ears continuing with his action. Successfully dragging me to a dark room I never know exist in the palace he booth the door immediately resting on it for a while before walking towards me. "I want you to remain in h
Chapter 1 The room ignites dark smoke, which floats around its tiny area, making the inhabitants of it struggle for air. It sings nothing but fear and disorderliness; its dark concept is darker than the devil's suit. Few adults can be seen inside of it having a conversation, a conversation that can change someone's life from grace to grass. "You will get her ready by 2:30 p.m. tomorrow, and remember that Mr. Nathaniel hates delays and that his money goes for nothing," a young man among the gathered adults, putting on a black hat and black coat, says, lighting yet another stick of cigarette, taking a deep sip, and puffing the smoke directly into the most elderly adults faces, watching as the almost-edged couple tilt their faces away."Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that; that can be the sweetest perfume you have inhaled," he grunted, casting an awkward stare. "Where are we bringing her to?" "Are you coming to get her, or are we bringing her over?" A couple among the gathered adult que
Chapter 2"Clothes for me," she mumbled, surprisingly staring at the clothes that now lay beside her as she sat on the bed, her hands moving around the well-styled gown beside her."Why do mom and dad get me a cloth?" "What's the big idea?" She questioned herself.Observing and thinking for a while, with no reasonable reason coming to her mind, she takes the clothes from the bed, places them in her wardrobe, and returns to the bathroom to continue her previous action.She dips her brush into her mouth, brushing each and every corner of her mouth with it; she just loves being neat.Satisfied, she walks out of the bathroom and straight to her bed, where she sits, observing the room for a while before deciding to hover her eyes around. This being decided, she walks to the window and stares outside, at least to ease her loneliness.She stares at anyone and anything she notices. She wishes she could one day be fortunate enough to go out and make new friends and explore the world like every
Chapter 3"I don't understand. "I never said I needed a husband, and you never discussed this with me, so what do you mean by saying he is my husband?" She yells, her mind struggling to accept the new information as her heart was beating so fast looking at the man infront of her sitting with a grin plastered on his face."I am sorry I never discussed this with you, Sarah, but you just have to take it anyway because it's already happening." Her mother said, almost begging for her not to ask questions but she has the feeling she is not sincere. "You know well enough that you are already ready for marriage; you are 24 years old, Sarah, so you don't expect to remain here and just eat." Her father said, as sound like it was an insult. Her eyes was covered with tears, her vision is blurry."What are you saying to me?" A snob scaped her mouth, wishing this is all just a dream."You never told me I was becoming a burden to you, nor do you for once in ten years let me out of the house for you
chapter 4Sarah and the healer walk around the massive mansion for a while before finally arriving at the ruthless door."This is his door; just give a light knock on it, and when his response comes up, you can go in," the healer says, and after tapping her back slowly and giving a "go ahead" nod, she walks away, leaving Sarah to face her greatest fear.She walks back and front finding it difficult to do as the healer asks, "What does he want from me?"Does he want to kill me now? "I am sure I have done nothing wrong to him, so why will he want to kill me?" she wonders, still maintaining her stand."Who is out there?" She hears it from within, freezing as the question hits her hard. the dark voice, the voice of the ruthless.Still frozen at a spot, the door cracked open reviewing the ruthless man who stood in between the doors, his eyes dancing around her. He pulled away from the door, walking back to the bed where he once was, leaving the door wide open.Sarah entered the room slowly
chapter 5"Sir!” She mumbles through her stitched lips, not moving an inch from her stance. The deepest part of her heart wished she hadn't misheard him."I'm sure you heard me right, get the fuck out of here without your clothes on," he yelled again, lighting a cigarette and taking a long sip before extinguishing the smoke."Please, I can't go out like this; the maid and guards can't see me naked, and no one should see me naked, please," she pleaded, kneeling now, her already rough-looking hair dancing around her face, forcing her to make small attempts to push them back."There is nothing like mercy in my dictionary; I pity no one; my rule stays.""I swear I told you, but you didn't listen." "I informed you I was a virgin; I never meant to stain your bed sheet with my blood; it wasn't intentionally done," she pleaded further, hoping he would lend a listening ear to her, but he drew close to her, puffing out smoke directly into her face and watching as she scrambled for breath. She i
Sarah walks down the aisle with her terrible husband standing right beside her, piercing deep into her eye. You can see visible tears almost dropping onto her beautiful face, which is covered in light makeup, which of course suits her well. She heaved, her eye narrowing toward her soon-to-be husband, whose eye was fixed on the priest. The priest returned the stare, his hand quickly sweeping through his well-fitting gown, which lay boldly on his plump body. Slowly, the ruthless eye diverts from him as he takes it to Sarah, whose head is still bowed and whose heart is piercing with agony. "You better toughen up your ugly face because if you give anyone a reason to suspect, I won't hesitate to deal with you after this marriage," he whispers into her ear, withdrawing in a rush and puffing out a fake smile in an attempt to look more complying to the priest, whose eyes are dancing on him probably wondering what the fuck he's whispering to his wife to be. Getting to the front of the pries
Slowly and fearfully, she swifts her head in the direction the voice calls, her eyes bestowing on a young lady standing boldly with a pistol positioned in her hand and visible fear dancing around her face. But the strange thing that alarmed Sarah and threw her off balance is the striking similarity their faces hold."Who are you, and what do you want in my house?" The lady mumbles out her words, not leaving Sarah, who stares speechless, with any reply or response."Am I sure you are not deaf? Why are you here?" She threw further, her eyes already stretching in anger."I'm here for help and shelter," Sarah finally replied, making the lady deliver a long stare and finally a tiny heave."You want shelter?" "From whom exactly, and are you the one who arranged my house?" she threw, making Sarah give a little nod of confirmation."What makes you think I can be of help to you when I am also looking for one? I can't even help myself, and you want me to help you?" She stretches further, taking