I Gave Him His Freedom Novels & Stories

I begged again, ignoring Rudolph. “Then you’ll attend college there too,” he said. “Now prepare yourself.” He turned and left. I stayed on the floor, crying silently. Because for the first time— Freedom had been shown to me. And then taken away.

He may be the result of his father … but I am the result of mine. He finally shook his head taking the pen and signed the papers. He handed them back to me not saying a word. I put them in the folder and removed the gun.. taking my leave. Then he spoke. “You may think you’ve won Jasper. But what your going to realize one day soon is that I was giving you an out. I was giving you a way out of all this. I was saving you, and I was setting you free. I was doing it for your own good.”

he whispered, his voice a low, raspy sound, "and the only thing I ever set free." The words hung in the air, a final, brutal, and devastating reality. He had given her a choice, a choice she had not taken. He had given her his freedom, a freedom she had paid for with blood and tears, a freedom she had never truly believed she could have. He had given her his son's life, a life she had protected with a fierce, unyielding love. And now, he was giving her the ultimate sacrifice. He was giving her his life.

He knew exactly what was inside—our freedom. He nodded. “Yeah. My brother’s gonna skin me alive if I don’t,” he joked. I handed him the pen. My heart was racing as I watched him sign his name on the blank line. My chest felt tight from anticipation. As soon as he was done, I jumped up and hugged him tightly. I couldn’t contain my happiness. My heart felt like it could burst. Finally, we were free. Both of us. And from this day on, I won’t let anyone dictate what I should or shouldn’t do. I’ll take control of my life and follow what makes me happy.

He pulled a knife from his pocket (small, pearl-handled, the one his grandfather gave him the summer we turned the world off). He cut the zip-ties. My wrists bled where the plastic had bitten. He didn’t touch me. He simply held out the knife, handle first. “Walk out the front door,” he said. “Car’s waiting. Passport, money, ticket to anywhere. You never have to see me again.” I stared at the open door. Freedom. After three days of hell, freedom was twenty steps away. I looked back at him. He hadn’t moved. Just stood there with storm-grey eyes and thirty-three years of apologies carved into his face.

“Think of all the bad things I’ve done to you… all the ways I’ve hurt you…” His eyes didn’t leave mine. “End my life.” Silence. "I'm offering you freedom."

No, no, it's not him. "Come inside!" I took a relieved breath and it was Sharaiz. Finally, it's happening. I am escaping him. I am escaping his cage. Its end now I am free Its my freedom Free from his cage "Let's go!"i said looking at sharaiz and he nodded

“You can leave me tomorrow. You can take the baby, take the money, and disappear. I have no legal right to stop you.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he held up a hand, stopping me. “Please,” he whispered. His eyes were wet, the gold flecks drowning in grey. “Please don't say anything yet. Just let me say this. I have spent my entire life taking things. Taking power. Taking lives. Taking you. And for the first time in my miserable existence, I am giving something back. I am giving you your freedom.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets. He stepped toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. He cupped my face in his trembling hands—the same hands that had signed away his empire.

It gave it to him. I thought signing would save me. But as I walked out into the storm, I knew the truth. I did not just sign away my freedom. I gave myself to a man who never lets go. The rain hit my face like the city was crying for me.

"That is how I was able to live." As if bewitched, In-young asked back. "What on earth is that new joy and logic you claim to have seen?" Over the feral servant's firmly shut lips, a radiant yet chilling male smile spread. "Freedom." The man's short, intense answer fell. "Liberation from the bound past, liberation from the duties and rules that shackle people, perfect liberation from the hypocritical gazes of the people of this world." "When I erased and emptied all the dignity and past within me..."