During the days of her captivity, Lucy was caught in a tug-of-war between hope and despair, teetering on the edge of breaking down.
Time passed alarmingly fast. Only five days left until the wedding she was forced into.
Irene, seeing Lucy's good behavior lately, finally relaxed enough to unlock her handcuffs and shackles. "Here, try on these wedding dresses. See if there's one you like."
Lucy moved her wrists and ankles slightly, the smile on her face fading instantly.
Irene barely sensed something was off and just opened her mouth to speak when Lucy knocked her out cold.
Lucy rushed to the window and peered down. She knew it was high, but not this high — at least fifteen floors, probably more.
Her eyes fell on the wedding dress in her hands.
Riiip—
She tore it in
