Fear

The day Myra heard the truth from hiding, she was dragged to the mansion and imprisoned. The intensity of the shock and fear of being unable to escape him made her quiver in despair. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she chose to end her life rather than let him touch her with his evil intention. But when her captor reminded her of the baby, she stopped, thinking about her child. For her, her child was everything, her solace to every pain she endured in life or to the darkness she was held in.

She slowly rises from the floor and freshens up, knowing well if she was late, even for one second, he would enter the bathroom. He was already placing the breakfast on the table by the time she was out. At the sound of the door opening, he turned around and glanced at her from head to toe.

“I sometimes feel envious of my clothes. At least it has a chance to touch your bare skin while I’m bounded by my promise,” he said with a gentle smile as if he didn’t just eye rape her and instead gave a co