Possessed by His Mark
The rain made it harder to see, the ground slippery beneath my feet, but I pushed forward, every step taking me closer to freedom.
As I ran, my hand instinctively went to my lower abdomen.
"Don’t worry, baby," I whispered softly. "Mommy is doing this for us. We’re finally escaping. We’re finally free from the cruel punishment your father has forced upon us."
For the first time in a long while, hope flickered in my chest.
I was running toward an uncertain future. But at least, I was no longer trapped.
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