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2024-10-29 19:42:56As the elevator door opens he wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him while walking. I keep my gaze away from him and walk trying not to create a scene by pushing him away from me. We walk in the casino being followed by his bodyguards. I see the casino is decorated really nicely, with bright colored lights. All the gamblers are focused on their ma
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"Do you still like that Zen more than me?" He asks in between the kiss. "Yes I do, I'll never like you." I say kissing him. "Sure you never will." He says and harshly turns me around and makes me go on my fours.
Set Me Free 36.
I woke up the next morning right when the sun was rising, I laid on the bed and watched the sun rise; the room was filled with shades of orange and red. After a while of laying down, I start to recall the moments from yesterday night. The only thing that keeps on flashing through my mind is Zen’s fac
Set Me Free 37.
“Why are we even going there?” I ask while I watch Joe go through his closet, looking at his suits one by one.“To show him that you’re mine.” He takes out a suit and looks back at me.I stare at him for a while and walk out of the room annoyed. Now I have to face him once again, but this time I will make sure he regrets throwing me out of the house.It is a high school farewell party, everyone will be there. Especially Zen and his girlfriend, or whatever she is to him.The same stylist and makeup artist came to get me ready, but this time I denied on wearing the dress Joe chose for me. Instead I picked up a very sultry and revealing dress.
Set Me Free 38.
Joe didn’t show me his face after that day; he didn’t get in the room and try to force me into doing stuff. I don’t know where he has been and honestly I don’t want to know where he is. He can go fuck himself; I will never forgive him for the amount of pain he has caused me. My whole cheek was swollen for days after he slapped me that day, I couldn’t chew nor talk properly for a few days.They are all beating me to pulp since the day they captured me, I have had enough now, this needs to stop.
Set Me Free 39.
It has been a few months that we have been living like this, he avoids me as much as he can and so do I. But yesterday night we had a little heated session and we both were on to each other. The next day when I wake up, he was already out of bed. I’m glad that he is not here, or else I would have to see him the first thing in the morning. After freshening up I go downstairs to eat breakfast, at the table I see him sitting with his breakfast. “You’re up, sit.” He looks up at me from his phone and gestures me to sit. I pull out a chair for myself and sit down on it; he stares at me for a while and goes back to eating his food.While I we were both eating he clears his throat, as if he wants my attention. I put the toast down that is
Set Me Free 40.
Loud banging against a door starts waking me up, my left hand is aching so much. I can barely open my eyes, there’s no energy left in my body to do so. Closing my eyes again I lean on the tub, but suddenly I hear a loud thud, within a few seconds I hear another one; this one’s louder than the other.When I go to close my eyes again, I hear the loudest thud and I watch the door fly open. I try to see with my hazy, I see Joe barge in and start to shout and say something over and over again. But I can barely make up what he is trying to say, my eyes shut down again and this time I drift away to sleep once more. I hear beeping; it goes on and on, it doesn’t stop. My eyes flutter open and all I see is white; it’s a very white ceiling I must say. I look around and the first thing I notice is, Joe, sitting on a chair that is kept by the bed I’m laying on. His head is hung low and his white shirt is filled with blood stains; an awful lot of blood.My eyes fall on my left hand; I see it’s all
Set Me Free 41.
“What do you mean? He is your boyfriend right?” The doctor looks at me confused. “No he is not I can’t explain everything to you right now. Just help me please, help me escape. If I don’t get out of this place today, my baby won’t survive. He will forcefully get it aborted, please help me.” I beg. “Okay, let me call the cops.” She takes off her gloves and asks the nurse to bring her; her phone. “No! They have strong connection please just tell him I ran away. Please just lie for me and I will leave right away.” I get off the bed. “Don’t you think after he gets to know that you ran away, he will instantly start to look for you?” She asks arching an eyebrow at me. I go silent, thinking about what she just said. Of course, he would look for me, probably will have other people looking for me as well. “Look, I will give you an advice I will go tell him you ran away. He will get out and start to look for you outside. But I would advise you to stay in the hospital for a few hours, before get
Set Me Free 42.
When I reached Athens after changing trains from station to station, I was welcomed by Ms. Nora, who was my gynecologist, her friend Rosaline. Rosaline is medium built, in her late 40s’, kind woman; she was there in the station to welcome me.She took me to the shelter and kept me there for a few days while she helped me get a job and get a room as a paying guest in a house. Which she was successful at doing, she found a job for me as a waitress in a small cafe by the sandy creek beach. The house that she selected was an ‘all girls’ paying guest house, where several other girls live all together.The first couple months were hard on me, as I had to save most of the money I earned because the last few months of my pregnancy I wou
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To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a short preview of the book. Enjoy.“What is your name?” A deep voice of a man echoes throughout the poorly lit room.Daniel, who is cuffed to a white medical bed, can barely see anything. Small beads of sweat are pooling on his forehead due to the humidity and hot temperature of the room. His blurry
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The distant calling of a voice makes me open my eyes; all I see is clear blue sky in front of me. “Tim?” I whisper closing my eyes again as a recollection of the moments of Joe taking him away starts flooding my mind. “Isabelle? Are you okay? He is right here look.” I hear Zen say. “Mom, are you okay?” I feel a small head on my chest and a pair of arms wrapping themselves around my body.
Set Me Free 48.
It has been a few days since that whole incident went down in the strip club. The police have been looking for Daniel but they have no trace of where he might be or what might have happened to him. It saddens me to realize that I might not ever be able to see him ever again. Zen has been very supportive of me, he is just wonderful, he is trying to take both Tim and I under his wing. He insisted on getting Tim admitted to a school here so I gave in and let him do it. Zen got all our stuff shifted here and he gave me full liberty on any changes I want to make around the house. He is treating me as if we are married, it’s funny how sometimes he just says ‘Honey I’m home’ after he arrives from his office. Life has suddenly taken a turn for the good, the past s
Set Me Free 47.
We have been in Zen’s place for hours now, after putting Tim to bed I went down to the living room where Zen has been pacing back and forth for hours. My whole body has given up and I have been sitting on the couch almost lying on it with a blanket wrapped around my body.“Now can you tell me what happened in there?” I ask while I watch him sit on the single couch in front of me. “There’s no Rosie, there’s no one by that name. No one at all,
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“How did she die?” I ask slowly letting him go. He doesn’t let go of me and keeps on holding me tightly and gives my body a tight squeeze before completely letting it go. Zen looks at his lap and fidgets with his fingers and sighs heavily and slowly looks up at me. “After you... after the whole incident with you um... she got into a car accident after a month you were gone.” He looks around not being able to look into my eyes. “I’m so sorry, hope she is in peace.” I slowly pat his back. “I was expecting you at the funeral, it was all over the news thought you saw and you would come.” He slowly smiles at me.A chuckle comes out of my mouth, he doesn’t even have any idea what my life was going through, come to his mother’s funeral right, and I have to be free to be able to go some place. “I really didn’t have access to a TV you know, living in a park bench doesn’t let you have those luxuries. And after you have been kidnapped and drugged you really don’t have the right mindset to get new
Set Me Free 43.
The night sky feels darker than usual; the full moon shines brighter. Wind from the open window is making the curtain flow with it, lying on my bed I stare out the window with Tim in my arms. He is fast asleep; his head is resting on my chest. There’s a weird pain in my chest, images of Zen keeps on popping up in my head. I can’t believe I saw him here, I thought never in my life will I see him again but today I did. He looks so matured now; he looks a lot like his father. I guess he did join their company, of course he did his mother always wanted him to. Seeing him has stirred up the emotions that I was hiding deep within me. I don’t even want to see him again, I hate him; I hate everything about him. Closing my eyes I pull Tim closer to my chest and try to sleep.
Set Me Free 42.
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