Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door to find Zakariah standing on the threshold, Adam cradled in his arms. Relief flooded through her at the sight of her son, his familiar form a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that had clouded her thoughts."Mommy!" Adam exclaimed, launching himself into her embrace with all the exuberance of youth. Sarah's arms wrapped around him instinctively, holding him close as tears welled in her eyes. "Adam, my darling, are you hurt anywhere?" she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury."I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.Sarah's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked up at Zakariah, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barel
Sarah's heart raced as she sat among her colleagues, anticipation coiling in her chest like a spring ready to release. The atmosphere in the auditorium was electric with the promise of recognition and advancement. Today marked the Hospital's foundation day celebration, a day eagerly awaited by all the staff, but for Sarah, it held an even deeper significance. It was the day when the names of the doctors who had excelled and were to be promoted would be announced. For two years, she had poured her soul into her work, relentlessly pursuing excellence, driven by the singular goal of being recognized as the best. And now, as she sat on the edge of her seat, her dreams hung in the balance, poised to either soar to new heights or shatter like fragile glass. The journey to this moment had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices. Countless sleepless nights spent poring over medical texts, sacrificing personal time and relationships for the demands of her career, all in pursuit of this sin
Sarah and her team found themselves touching down on the army's airport, the relentless heat and swirling winds greeting them as they disembarked onto the tarmac. To their surprise and dismay, there was no welcoming party awaiting their arrival, no signs of life in the desolate expanse stretching out before them. With a sense of abandonment, they watched as the aircraft that had brought them there disappeared into the horizon, leaving them stranded in the middle of nowhere. Hours passed, the sun beating down relentlessly as they waited for some semblance of assistance. Finally, a convoy of army vehicles appeared on the horizon, their rumbling engines signaling the arrival of their rescuers. With a mixture of relief and frustration, Sarah and her team climbed aboard, grateful for the reprieve from the oppressive heat. Their accommodations awaited them near an old school, its weathered façade a stark contrast to the bustling activity that once filled its halls. Now converted into a mak
Colonel Zakariah stood at the precipice of chaos, his country torn apart by the flames of civil war. For two long years, he had fought tirelessly against the rebels who sought to overthrow the government he had sworn to protect. But with each passing day, the conflict had only escalated, leaving destruction and despair in its wake. The rebels had waged a relentless campaign of destruction, targeting the very foundations of the city's infrastructure and leaving its people to suffer the consequences. Hospitals lay in ruins, schools shuttered, and basic services a distant memory. The once-thriving metropolis had been reduced to a shell of its former self, its streets haunted by the specter of violence and fear. In the face of such devastation, Zakariah knew that drastic measures were needed to stem the tide of bloodshed. Desperate to stem the flow of casualties, he had reached out to neighboring countries in a bid to secure much-needed medical assistance. It was a small ray of hope in a
As Sarah slowly regained consciousness, a wave of dizziness washed over her, disorienting her senses as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Blinking back the haze of unconsciousness, she found herself lying on the floor, her hands bound tightly behind her back. Panic surged through her veins as she realized the gravity of her situation, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and survival. "What the fuck!" she cursed under her breath, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and fear as she struggled against her restraints. With a grunt of frustration, she strained against the ropes, the coarse fibers biting into her flesh as she sought to free herself from their grip. Her efforts were met with a cold silence, broken only by the sound of her own ragged breathing as she surveyed the room around her. And then, to her horror, she saw him sitting in the corner of the room, his dark eyes fixed upon her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "Colonel Zakariah!" sh
Sarah's heart pounded with a mixture of relief and apprehension as she entered Zakariah's quarters. The simple, one-bedroom accommodation felt like a sanctuary compared to the bleak confines of her prison cell. She took a moment to survey her surroundings, noting the sparse furnishings and utilitarian design. It was clear that this was a space meant for functionality rather than luxury, a place where Zakariah could retreat from the chaos of the outside world. But as Sarah's gaze fell upon herself, she was struck by the stark contrast between the cleanliness of Zakariah's quarters and her own disheveled appearance. The grime of days spent in captivity clung to her skin, mingling with the dried blood of a rebel's wounds. Her hair hung in greasy tangles around her face, and her lips were cracked and dry from dehydration. The stench of sweat and filth permeated the air around her, a constant reminder of the indignities she had endured. Zakariah entered the room, his expression betraying
As Sarah rose from the bed, the weight of the previous night hung heavy upon her weary frame. Every movement sent a wave of pain coursing through her body, a cruel reminder of the brutality she had endured at the hands of her captor. It was almost evening, the fading light of day casting long shadows across the room, as if to mirror the darkness that had settled over her soul. The soreness between her thighs served as a grim testament to the horrors of the previous night, each twinge of pain a stark reminder of the relentless assault she had suffered at his hands. He had taken her again and again, his insatiable lust driving him to new depths of depravity with each passing hour. And as she recalled the events of the night, her eyes brimmed with tears, the bitter taste of despair lingering on her lips. In a world devoid of justice or mercy, Sarah found herself adrift in a sea of hopelessness, her faith in humanity shattered beyond repair. With each passing moment, she felt herself sli
Sarah awoke the next morning to find herself alone in the room, the absence of her captor palpable in the stillness of the space. With a flicker of hope, she scanned the room once more, even venturing into the washroom in a desperate bid to confirm his departure. He was truly gone. The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger. Swiftly, Sarah resolved to seize the opportunity for escape. With a sense of urgency propelling her forward, she hastily prepared to depa
Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door to find Zakariah standing on the threshold, Adam cradled in his arms. Relief flooded through her at the sight of her son, his familiar form a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that had clouded her thoughts."Mommy!" Adam exclaimed, launching himself into her embrace with all the exuberance of youth. Sarah's arms wrapped around him instinctively, holding him close as tears welled in her eyes. "Adam, my darling, are you hurt anywhere?" she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury."I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.Sarah's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked up at Zakariah, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barel
Zakariah's car rolled to a stop at the designated location, the engine purring softly as he cut the ignition. Stepping out into the cool night air, he surveyed his surroundings with a practiced eye, taking note of every detail. He had meticulously orchestrated this operation, rallying his loyal associates and assembling a formidable backup force to accompany him. Their vehicles trailed behind, maintaining a discreet distance as they shadowed his every move.As he approached the building, Zakariah was accosted by a group of rebels who promptly subjected him to a thorough frisking. He complied without protest, knowing full well that they would be foolish not to search him for concealed weapons. Yet, unbeknownst to his captors, his most prized possessions lay hidden within the soles of his shoes—a contingency plan born of years of experience and cunning.Three of his seven weapons were confiscated during the search, but Zakariah remained unfazed. He had anticipated this setback and was p
Nightfall draped its shroud over the world as they finally arrived at Sarah's place, weary from the journey. With a simple meal to nourish them, Sarah busied herself arranging accommodations for him in the guest room, adjacent to Adam's quarters. She could already imagine the curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he explored his new surroundings, a familiarity born from her own past experiences with desperation.Zakariah found himself drawn to his son's belongings, each item a poignant reminder of the life he had missed. Framed photographs adorned the walls, capturing moments from Adam's life—a kaleidoscope of birthdays, school days, and family outings frozen in time. A smile tugged at Zakariah's lips as he took in the sight of his son's room, adorned with medals and trophies that spoke volumes of his achievements at such a tender age. "How old is he...5?" he mused, his heart swelling with pride at the thought.Yet, amidst the joyous memories, a pang of sorrow gripped Zakariah's heart as
'He is your son, Zakariah ', she finally revealed the truth in a hoarse voice.Zakariah stilled in his tracks.My son!He was still trying to process her words.He turned to look back at her, furrowed forehead, and his burning eyes held questions for her!She quickly opened the file, which she carried with her, and took out a photograph.'His name is Adam, and he is five years old', Sarah said and extended her arm towards him to look at it.Zakariah's hand trembled slightly as he stared at the photograph in his hands, his emotions swirling like a tempest within him. The image depicted a smiling young boy, his steel-grey eyes a striking reminder of their shared bloodline. It was a paternity that needed no DNA test to confirm. Adam. His son. Five years old. Five years of his life had passed without the slightest inkling that he had a child. He scrutinized the photo, noting the resemblance between himself and the boy, save for Adam's straight nose and brighter skin tone inherited from h
"I want you," he said, his voice firm and unwavering as he looked deeply into her eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and determination, daring her to refuse him.Sarah felt a surge of shock at his words, her mind reeling with the implications of what he was suggesting. She knew he was serious, and she also knew that he was capable of stooping to any level to get what he wanted. But this...she wasn’t prepared for this.He wanted to test her loyalty, to see how far she would go for her son. Would she betray her husband as well, just to save her child?"I had missed fucking you...all these years," he continued, his voice low and husky as he traced his finger along her neck and down to the exposed skin of her cleavage. The touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she had long thought extinguished.Sarah's heart raced at his words and his touch, her body responding instinctively to his proximity. It had been so long since they had been this close, so i
Sarah stood outside Zakariah's imposing mansion, feeling the weight of exhaustion and apprehension settling upon her shoulders. The journey to reach his home had been long and arduous, spanning borders and time zones, leaving her drained both physically and emotionally. Yet, she knew that the hardest part of her journey still lay ahead. As she stood before the grand entrance, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over her. The enormity of the task before her loomed large, casting a shadow over her already weary spirit. She took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage within her, reminding herself of the purpose that had driven her to this doorstep. With a trembling hand, Sarah raised it to knock on the door, the sound echoing through the silent air like a thunderclap. Each rap against the wood felt like a hammer blow to her heart, a stark reminder of the stakes involved in this encounter. But she knew that for the sake of her son, she had to press forward,
"Adi, have you finished your homework?" Sarah's voice reverberated through the modest apartment, cutting through the quiet hum of the late afternoon. She had just returned from her job, the fatigue evident in the lines etched on her face as she found her son, Adam, engrossed in a pile of toys strewn across the living room floor."Mum, I'm playing now," Adam responded, his attention still fixed on the colorful array of toys before him.Sarah sighed softly, the weariness of the day settling heavily upon her shoulders. "Adam, you know you have to finish your homework first," she gently reminded him, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation."But it's finished already," Adam replied casually, finally tearing his gaze away from his toys to meet his mother's tired eyes.Sarah's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she processed her son's words. "But you just got back from school. When did you finish it?" she asked, a mixture of disbelief and curiosity co
A few months later,Sarah gave birth to a healthy baby boy.As time passed, Sarah found herself immersed in the joys and challenges of motherhood. Her beautiful baby boy, Adam, brought immense happiness into her life with his golden skin and curly hair. Yet, it was his eyes that captivated her the most—a striking shade of steel grey, inherited from his father. Sarah marveled at the sight of those eyes, a constant reminder of the man who had once been a significant part of her life.Naming him Adam seemed fitting, as he became the apple of everyone's eye, bringing joy and laughter wherever he went. Sarah's parents, devoted grandparents, lived with her, providing love and support as they helped care for the young child. Their presence eased the responsibilities of parenthood, allowing Sarah to balance her career aspirations with the demands of raising a child.Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Sarah navigated the journey of motherhood with determination and love. She was
It had been nearly two months since her return, yet something felt amiss. Sarah couldn't shake the constant fatigue and sickness that plagued her days, nor could she stomach even her most beloved foods. The steady decline in her weight was alarming, and her body felt out of sorts, as if something within her was fundamentally wrong. Recognizing the gravity of her symptoms, she resolved to seek answers and scheduled herself for a thorough medical examination. With each passing day, her concerns grew, overshadowing any semblance of normalcy in her life. She couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something serious was amiss, and she was determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.But right now she had another task at hand and she got herself busy in beautifying herself. She had a date that day. Sarah felt a flutter of excitement as she prepared for her date. Meeting her colleague after hours filled her with anticipation, especially considering his reputation as a charming and