Lydia awakens to plodding footsteps on the stairs.
“I won’t tell anyone. Please, let me go.”
Tears slide off her chin, mixing with the blood caked on her face. Blood splatter speckles her breasts.
He uncuffs her left arm. Her hand slaps her thigh where it lands. He gets down on his knee.
“Will you marry me, my love?”
A flawless diamond glitters in a circular velvet box—her dream.
He slips the ring on her finger despite her attempts to kick him away. He ascends the staircase and turns.
“Forever begins now,” he coos, slamming the door behind him.
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