Consequences

Nancy

The heat was oppressive, turning the terrace of Amber's building into a suffocating cauldron. My eyes widened when the closet door opened, and there he was—the devil himself. Bruce Morton. The macabre smile on his face, looking at me like I was a mouse trapped in a trap, made me shudder.

“Finally, Nancy. I can finally dominate you,” he said, with a smile that gave me chills.

I gasped fearfully, moving away from him and going deeper into the closet until I felt my back hit the wall. There was no way out for me; Bruce Morton was in front of me, standing there in the doorway, with his bodyguards on either side of him. .

“She’s completely out of control, Daddy. Please take her home and take care of her,” my own daughter said those words looking at me with pity.

“Don't worry, my dear, I'll know how to take care of your mother,” her father said, entering the closet, still smiling victoriously.

“What do you think you're doing, Bruce? Do you think you're going to make me go with yo