Prologue

One Year Later

The man lifted the whip and used it on the body ahead with all his might. The woman couldn’t even whimper. She wasn’t allowed to.

The agency was worried. The man was powerful and needed an unscarred woman every night only to scar her badly. The agency’s most money came from him, so they were silent.

He took her finally and groaned. The woman bit her hand but lied there because that's what she was supposed to do. Bear silently.

“Even you are not her.” He pulled out and screamed with his hands in his hair. The woman cowered into a corner as she saw the monster in front of her. He had a tattoo on his left chest. His hair was long, had a beard on his face, and red eyes which were brimming with anger. Anger towards her or someone else, she had no idea. But she knew he was not the man she wanted to see even in her nightmare. So, she hugged her knees and closed her eyes, weeping silently after bearing all the brutality.

On the other hand,

The woman had the shades on. She took a book from the shelf and smiled. The first time she had felt this happiness. To see her name on the cover of a book. As an author. Even though it wasn’t her real name, at least she knew it was her. She sighed and hugged the book. It was a children’s book she had written.

The girl on the counter looked at her suspiciously. The woman took a few magazines, lots of fruits and groceries and went to the car. It was a battered old model.

Her life was pretty simple. As she pulled the car out of the parking, she didn’t forget to check if she was being followed. It had become a habit. Even if she had to watch her back the entire life, she was ready to do it, instead of living in a golden cage.