She stirred slightly in her sleep, eyes slowly moving behind her lids before she finally let out a groan and opened them. Maverick heard shuffling and groans. His heart rate quickened as he rushed to her side and helped her sit. “Careful.” He mumbled with gentleness placing his one hand behind her head and with the other he adjusted the blanket. Grace felt her blurry vision clearing and she tried to stop and remember what happened before she lost consciousness. But somewhere deep within she hoped none of that to happen, she didn’t want to recall those vile memories. Unfortunately, every detail came passing and she sighed. Maverick looked carefully at her face, her tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He felt something squeezing in his chest, painfully that it almost felt difficult for him to breathe. He was the reason for all this, he did it. Before she opened her mouth to say something, he interrupted. “She’s safe. Orion saved her.” Maverick’s words made her let out a relieved

The men left with Azrael and the cameraman. Grace was laying lifeless in a pool of her blood. Her torn clothes were taken away leaving her all naked. Her body had stopped shivering by now. She stared carelessly at the wall in front of her. Though there were thousands of cuts on her skin, she couldn’t feel anything. Her thoughts were slow and sluggish as if she was in a stupor. An occasional shudder wracked through her body. After undressing her, Azrael sliced her skin leaving behind red angry bloody marks. Though she was relieved he didn’t rape her or let his men do it, she knew her relief was short-lived. “I’ll be back, baby. And this time, it will be more than just a knife.”She shuddered remembering his words and the disappointment in his men’s eyes as they eyed her with negative gazes and lust. She was embarrassed and more than that she was humiliated. There was something more sinister going on in Azrael’s head. A little while later, she heard the door open once again. Cautiousl

“Let’s get inside.” Maverick said pulling my attention from the beautiful marigolds. Interlocking our fingers, he lifted our joined hands and placed a sweet kiss on the back of my hand. “It’s getting colder.”The diamond ring shine in my ring finger as it sparkled under the dusky sun. It was indeed getting colder since this was mid-December and where we lived, winters were a lot cooler than average American winter. Two years ago, Mavwrick brought a house for us–not too large but manageable since there was only two of us and our golden retriever–Harry. He insisted several times to hire a maid but I refused. I couldn’t trust anyone. There was ocassional visit of Dr Olivia–a psychiatrist and a good friend of mine. I knew her since the time I was hospitalised in Italy. The family home of Evans was beiatiful, surrounded by a large garden and a little fountain in the middle. Not so long ago, Maverick brought few flower seeds and helped me sow them. He hated being covered with dirt but he h