บททั้งหมดของ Married To A Sex Freak : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 65

​“Shhhhh… don’t make a sound,” Caramen warned, her eyes darting around the room, instantly reminding me of our precarious perch. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.​Becoming Shadows​“So, what do we do first?” I lowered my voice to a whisper.​“We observe. We listen. We learn. We become shadows in the night,” Caramen replied. “For now, we go back to our hiding place and observe their routine. We need to know who enters and leaves, and when.”​“What if they see us watching them?” The fear was a cold, creeping thing.​“They can’t see us. This room is dark, and they only have a few lanterns. We’ll hide in the shadows and stay out of the light. We’ll use the darkness to our advantage.”​“And if they find us?” fear accumulating inside me as I swallowed hard.​“Then that’s why we need to act fast,” she stressed. “We will run as fast as we can, and we will not stop until we are safe. Survival is our only priority.”​I nodded, my heart thumping a heavy rhythm against my ribs. Running w

The air in the ruin became a thick, stagnant soup of limestone dust and the metallic tang of old blood. I pressed my spine against the jagged edges of one of the concrete slabs, my lungs burning with the effort of keeping my breathing silent. Beside me, Caramen was a statue made of shadow and grief.We had heard them before we saw them. The heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots against the debris-strewn floor—a sound that had become the metronome of our terror."Don't worry," a familiar voice drifted from the hallway, muffled by the thick, decaying walls but sharp enough to slice through my remaining hope. It was the Colder Voice, the one that sounded like a scalpel. "They have their last night to live now. We move the cargo at dawn."A chill, more visceral than the subterranean cold, raced down my spine. It wasn't just a kidnapping anymore. It looked like an execution.My hand flew to my mouth, my fingers pressing so hard against my lips that I tasted the salt of my own skin. I wanted