Because this wasn't just about survival. It was about showing the world and everyone who had doubted her—that Clara Hemp was unstoppable.Clara Hemp's flight had been effortless. Under cover of darkness she had slipped away from the city and into a silent solitude which was perfect to disappear in. There were no flashing lights, nor wailing sirens, merely rustling in the wind against the leaves, occasional crickets to tickle her ear, and an earthy-warm scent: here was a place where she can formulate a scheme, regain herself, and perhaps devise how to get herself out of the place.She rented a tiny, dilapidated farmhouse in cash, with a fake ID, from an unsuspecting elderly owner. There was no one around for miles, and the closest town was thirty minutes away, so it made a perfect hideout. Her days were spent lying low, watching the news programs for any information related to the search for her, and nights spent studying her maps, planning her next move.Clara smiled to herself as she
"We'll face this together," Sabrina assured him. "Just like we always do."Leslie, Sabrina's mother, stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, unspoken authority in the air. "Yeah, we agreed on that, Benedict," she said calmly but firmly. "Safety first before anything else. Nothing else matters now.".Wendy, Sabrina's grandmother, nodded in agreement from her seat on the sofa. In her old age, she had a presence and an authority that few could challenge. "Leslie's right," she said decisively. "Family comes first. It always has been, always will be. The wedding can wait. Keeping you all safe is the priority.".Benedict nodded slowly, grateful for the support from Sabrina's family. "Thank you, both of you. It means a lot to have you here, backing us up.".Just then, Saben came bounding into the room as if he could read the mood turning. He alighted his face with excitement while clutching some small stuffed animal in his hand. He let out a "Mommy! Daddy! See! Mr. Bunny wears a new shir
The next morning sizzling bacon fragrance and freshly brewing coffee streamed out into the kitchen. Benedict remained by the stove with a folded dishtowel slung casually over his shoulder; he tenderly flipped hotcakes in a pan. A warm sunbeam filled windows by letting some light into the apartment.The kitchen door opens, and in walks Sabrina, throwing out her arms, sighing comfortably. She had her hair tied back in a loose bun and a T-shirt flowed loose over her pajama pants. "Good morning, " she murmured in a sleep-causing gentle but warm voice.Benedict turned to face her with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Good morning, " he counters with a grin. "Yes, I brought you coffee.".Her eyes lit up as she reached for the mug; her fingers brushed his in the move. "You're a lifesaver," she said, taking a deep sip. The warmth of the drink seemed to wake her up instantly. "And breakfast smells amazing."Benedict chuckled and jabbed a finger at the bag of fast food on the counter. "Not just ho
His gentle probe meeting no resistance, he pressed further. As he did, her lips parted more fully and their tongues met. Both sighing as their bodies melted together, they began kissing in earnest. Tongues swirling around one another, seeking, exploring.She raised her arms to rest on his shoulders and began caressing the back of his head as their tongues danced together. His right hand began sliding up her back, under her T-shirt as his left slid beneath the waistband of her bottoms. With a deft snap, her bra was unhooked and his hand began sliding slowly to her side, pushing the bra up and out of the way. A small gasp left her lips as his palm slid softly over her hardening nipple while his hand moved to cup her breast."Absolutely perfect," he thought to himself as his thumb lightly played over her nipple, exciting it further. Not too large, but definitely a handful, and he had large hands. Just right.His left hand followed the curve of her shapely ass and cupped first one and th
She bit down on her bottom lip as she looked directly into his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly."Yes baby. Please make me cum," she whispered. Slowly, agonisingly, he planted wet open mouthed kisses down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. Her travelled lower into the crevice of his nostrils filled his head with her fragrance in the scent of her. Down her chest then between her breasts, his mouth moved slowly. Then over her stomach, tracing his way as he went down her sides were her hands. A playful circle around her bellybutton by his tongue as he drifted lower.His hands rested on her breasts as his mouth approached her mound, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his palms. As he moved ever lower, she shifted her hips, spreading her smooth, full thighs wider apart. He paused for a moment to look at her before he continued. Her pink pussy lips were opened like a flower and covered in her juices. Barely peeking through its cloak was her clit, throbbing in anticipatio
Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.“Last night, you seduced me,” he spat, his voice sharp and filled with anger. “What trick did you use to make my mother force me into this marriage?”Sabrina welled up with tears, trying to find the right words. She had never seen him like this; in pain and disbelief."I... I didn’t trick you," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I've liked you since we were kids. That’s all."His harsh laugh cut through her, deepening his rage. “You think I would believe that? The wedding, everything—it’s just a trap, isn’t it?”“I’
The next day came, though her feelings had been utterly smashed the night before, the wedding preparations continued on. Sabrina hardly recognised who peered back at her as she sat in the bride's suite: white, pale, tear-rimmed eyes, but still, a beautiful silken cloth hugged her body, soft curls framed her face.Her mother, Leila, entered and sat beside her. Her face etched with despair."Sabrina dear," she whispered softly, "do you really want to do this? You don't have to do this."Sabrina shook her head. New tears formed in her eyes. "Mom, what am I suppose to do?" she whispered in a barely audible voice, her voice barely above a whisper, quivering with uncertainty. "I love him, but he…. He hates me."The burden of her heart pressure weighed upon her chest so heavily that it became unbearable to breathe. She felt lost and scared, like standing at a crossroads with no signs guiding her.Then her eyes questioned her mother to seek solace as well as find answers that seemed really too
Locked with fury in her eyes, Teresa gripped Benedict's arm tightly with her fingernails digging deep into his skin. He was in the middle of an idle conversation with his friends, and the force of his mother's yank thrust him back into harsh reality. The smile dropped off his face, replaced by irritation."Turn around now and go back to Sabrina!" Teresa hissed to his face, her voice low but full of a venom that brought him up short. "This is your wedding! You're supposed to be with your wife, not out here screwing like some irresponsible idiot! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? How much shame you're bringing to our family?fix this Now!"She snapped her eyes to his with a warning so sharp he felt a jolt of anger-cum-tethers him to the moment. She wasn't letting this slide past. She gave one last withering glare to ensure the point had been wholly impressed, then turned and stormed off, heels clicking impatiently on the marble floor.Benedict clenched his teeth, pinioned and
She bit down on her bottom lip as she looked directly into his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly."Yes baby. Please make me cum," she whispered. Slowly, agonisingly, he planted wet open mouthed kisses down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. Her travelled lower into the crevice of his nostrils filled his head with her fragrance in the scent of her. Down her chest then between her breasts, his mouth moved slowly. Then over her stomach, tracing his way as he went down her sides were her hands. A playful circle around her bellybutton by his tongue as he drifted lower.His hands rested on her breasts as his mouth approached her mound, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his palms. As he moved ever lower, she shifted her hips, spreading her smooth, full thighs wider apart. He paused for a moment to look at her before he continued. Her pink pussy lips were opened like a flower and covered in her juices. Barely peeking through its cloak was her clit, throbbing in anticipatio
His gentle probe meeting no resistance, he pressed further. As he did, her lips parted more fully and their tongues met. Both sighing as their bodies melted together, they began kissing in earnest. Tongues swirling around one another, seeking, exploring.She raised her arms to rest on his shoulders and began caressing the back of his head as their tongues danced together. His right hand began sliding up her back, under her T-shirt as his left slid beneath the waistband of her bottoms. With a deft snap, her bra was unhooked and his hand began sliding slowly to her side, pushing the bra up and out of the way. A small gasp left her lips as his palm slid softly over her hardening nipple while his hand moved to cup her breast."Absolutely perfect," he thought to himself as his thumb lightly played over her nipple, exciting it further. Not too large, but definitely a handful, and he had large hands. Just right.His left hand followed the curve of her shapely ass and cupped first one and th
The next morning sizzling bacon fragrance and freshly brewing coffee streamed out into the kitchen. Benedict remained by the stove with a folded dishtowel slung casually over his shoulder; he tenderly flipped hotcakes in a pan. A warm sunbeam filled windows by letting some light into the apartment.The kitchen door opens, and in walks Sabrina, throwing out her arms, sighing comfortably. She had her hair tied back in a loose bun and a T-shirt flowed loose over her pajama pants. "Good morning, " she murmured in a sleep-causing gentle but warm voice.Benedict turned to face her with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Good morning, " he counters with a grin. "Yes, I brought you coffee.".Her eyes lit up as she reached for the mug; her fingers brushed his in the move. "You're a lifesaver," she said, taking a deep sip. The warmth of the drink seemed to wake her up instantly. "And breakfast smells amazing."Benedict chuckled and jabbed a finger at the bag of fast food on the counter. "Not just ho
"We'll face this together," Sabrina assured him. "Just like we always do."Leslie, Sabrina's mother, stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, unspoken authority in the air. "Yeah, we agreed on that, Benedict," she said calmly but firmly. "Safety first before anything else. Nothing else matters now.".Wendy, Sabrina's grandmother, nodded in agreement from her seat on the sofa. In her old age, she had a presence and an authority that few could challenge. "Leslie's right," she said decisively. "Family comes first. It always has been, always will be. The wedding can wait. Keeping you all safe is the priority.".Benedict nodded slowly, grateful for the support from Sabrina's family. "Thank you, both of you. It means a lot to have you here, backing us up.".Just then, Saben came bounding into the room as if he could read the mood turning. He alighted his face with excitement while clutching some small stuffed animal in his hand. He let out a "Mommy! Daddy! See! Mr. Bunny wears a new shir
Because this wasn't just about survival. It was about showing the world and everyone who had doubted her—that Clara Hemp was unstoppable.Clara Hemp's flight had been effortless. Under cover of darkness she had slipped away from the city and into a silent solitude which was perfect to disappear in. There were no flashing lights, nor wailing sirens, merely rustling in the wind against the leaves, occasional crickets to tickle her ear, and an earthy-warm scent: here was a place where she can formulate a scheme, regain herself, and perhaps devise how to get herself out of the place.She rented a tiny, dilapidated farmhouse in cash, with a fake ID, from an unsuspecting elderly owner. There was no one around for miles, and the closest town was thirty minutes away, so it made a perfect hideout. Her days were spent lying low, watching the news programs for any information related to the search for her, and nights spent studying her maps, planning her next move.Clara smiled to herself as she
Clara opened her eyes and looked out at the darkened countryside, the lights of the small town fading into the distance. Her smirk returned as she thought about the news reports and the manhunt. The media could paint her as a dangerous criminal all they wanted. In her mind, this was no escape—it was a reclamation of power. They thought they had her caged, their rules and walls capable of holding her. But Clara knew better. She always had a way out."They think they're hunting me," she whispered to herself, the words muffled by the soft hum of the train. She trailed a finger along the edge of her seat, her mind tallying up what she needed to do next. "But they're the ones being played."But it wasn't just freedom. It was proof she could outsmart them all—doctors, guards, boys in boots. Even Benedict. Her lips were clamped shut at the thought of that smirk on his face. Benedict Thompson. The man who thought he was better than she, who'd stolen her power and sent her to rot in a cold, st
On the screen appeared the mugshot of Clara with piercing eyes as if daring any one to stand in her way. The anchor continued with an obvious tension in the voice."Clara Hemp, convicted felon with fraud, conspiracy, and attempted murder and kidnapping. Her history shows a pattern of manipulation and elusiveness. Cunning and resourceful are the adjectives that define Clara Hemp. Therefore, this escape was rather worrying.And meanwhile, Clara melted into the shadows of the city, those baggy pants and loose sweatshirt making her almost invisible to all the eyes stirring around her. She didn't look up; she didn't establish eye contact with anyone either. She stopped at a convenience store, her face hidden under the mask she had taken from the nurse's uniform.She grabbed a payphone from the rack by the counter, a bottle of water, and a snack. She handed the cashier a crumpled bill, avoiding the television playing in the corner."Thanks," Clara mumbled, her voice indistinct through the m
Clara did not know, but a person sitting not too far from the center of the car had noticed odd behavior from Clara. A male in his early thirties, wearing a leather jacket and sporting a worn backpack, kept looking her way. He had gotten on at the same station and could remember seeing her pause by the platform, her movements furtive.She's hiding something, he thought to himself, instincts honed over years working as a private investigator.He shot a discreet photo of Clara. Her face was masked, and her entire body seemed tensed. He brought up his local news app to scan through headlines for the past several days.It didn't take long to find the article: "Convicted Criminal Escapes Mental Health Facility." The grainy photo of Clara accompanying the article was unmistakable.The man's heart was racing as he glanced back toward her. She was staring out the window now, seemingly lost in thought. Should I report this? Or follow her and see where she's going?He thought for a moment befor
The ringing of the telephone cut into the heavy, tense silence of the evening. Sabrina sat in the living room with a cup of tea and looked around at Benedict, who paced up and down across the window, deepening his face for one word with each statement made by the person on the phone.Thanks, he muttered into the receiver before hanging it back up on the phone.Sabrina set her cup of tea aside. "What is it?" she asked, though she could already feel the response constricting in her chest."It's Clara," Benedict said in a low tone, laced with rage. "She's escaped."Sabrina rose up from the chair, hand automatically reaching her mouth. "Escaped? How? Isn't she under observation at all times?Benedict nodded his head, his jaw clenched. "She attacked a nurse, took her uniform, and just walked out of the facility. They didn't even realize she was missing until she had almost walked halfway out the door."Sabrina's fists curled up into tight balls. "And they are telling us this now?"They're