Abigail lay on the bed, her body wracked with sobs, her tears soaking the pillow. She had never felt such pain and betrayal before even when she expected worse torture. After a long hour of crying,Abigail's tears had finally subsided, her body exhausted from the emotional turmoil. She lay on the bed, her eyes heavy, her mind numb. The silence of the room was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional tick of the clock.Just as she was drifting off to sleep, a knock on the door broke the silence, and she rushed to open it, hoping that it was Sebastian,who had come to apologize and make amends.But as she flung open the door, her hope was replaced with terror. A figure dressed in black, its face hidden behind a mask, loomed in the doorway. Abigail's instincts screamed danger, and she tried to slam the door shut, but the figure was too quick.It pushed its way inside, and Abigail cowered, her back against the wall. The attacker held a knife and smelt of alcohol, maybe Whisky or someth
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