What she felt in that moment was beyond words. Beneath her dazed exterior, she was raging with frustration, anger, and humiliation. The tears of frustration welled up in her eyes and didn't take long to drip down her flushed cheeks. He remained seated in his chair, watching her, waiting for her next move. She rushed over to the fireplace and without thinking, put her hand in the fire to pull the remnants of her dress from its clutch. The fire bit her fingers but she didn't care. Her lips wobbled and her nose turned red. Sobbing, she kept on collecting the unburnt pieces of her dresses. They were more than just clothes, they were the gift from her orphanage, her first salary, a gift from Freya, her only friend. So
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