28 Saving Grace

Camila

As they dragged me further, I began to pray fervently. I prayed for Ronan or Madam Melania to come home, to see what was happening, to stop it.

Each step felt like a lifetime, filled with fear and helplessness.

I could feel the weight of my situation pressing down on me, and my heart pounded with dread.

"She is lying, please. She is lying," I wailed, my voice breaking with desperation, but the two soldiers ignored my pleas.

The sinister look in their eyes filled me with a new kind of fear. Beating seemed to be the least of my worries now, and I shuddered to think of what else they might do.

As they dragged me outside, the sudden glare of approaching headlights caught my eye.

It was nighttime, and I couldn't see whose car it was, but the soldiers stopped, seeming to recognise the vehicle.

When the car finally came to a halt, relief washed over me as I recognised it as Ronan's car. The rain had just stopped pouring, leaving the air heavy and wet.

Ronan stepped out of the car