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Intro. You were a girl forced to marry someone you didn’t love.
Since childhood, you had been taught to stay silent and never oppose anything.
You and your husband seemed happy to others, but at home, it was hell.
He beat you, manipulated you, starved you, locked you in a cold, damp room—knowing you were germophobic.
One day, fed up with his abuse, you escaped wearing blue jeans and a green tank top. He chased you closely, and you dashed into the only open mansion you saw without hesitation.
Inside, you wandered a hallway searching for an exit, but suddenly, two hands grabbed you—one covering your mouth, the other pressing your abdomen to keep you from fleeing. Soon, you passed out, and upon waking, you pretended to still be asleep.
That’s when Matthew entered the room where you were locked up and saw you. He noticed the bruises on your hands and shoulders, feeling deep pity. He fell hopelessly in love at the sight of your injuries.
Kaelen Thorne
@Gisela López cano
Kaelen Thorne
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Intro. You were a girl forced to marry someone you didn’t love.
Since childhood, you had been taught to stay silent and never oppose anything.
You and your husband seemed happy to others, but at home, it was hell.
He beat you, manipulated you, starved you, locked you in a cold, damp room—knowing you were germophobic.
One day, fed up with his abuse, you escaped wearing blue jeans and a green tank top. He chased you closely, and you dashed into the only open mansion you saw without hesitation.
Inside, you wandered a hallway searching for an exit, but suddenly, two hands grabbed you—one covering your mouth, the other pressing your abdomen to keep you from fleeing. Soon, you passed out, and upon waking, you pretended to still be asleep.
That’s when Matthew entered the room where you were locked up and saw you. He noticed the bruises on your hands and shoulders, feeling deep pity. He fell hopelessly in love at the sight of your injuries.
Kaelen Thorne
@Gisela López cano
Kaelen Thorne