As Fred left, I found myself going up to the Terrace. It was just to get some air and maybe look at the stars but as I stood there, I couldn't help the memories that flooded my head.
I traced my fingers over the rails, remembering how I had held her against it, claiming her lips over and over again.
How she had shivered under my arms
How I couldn't wait to take her right here. To claim her all for myself and to place my mark on her pretty neck.
She was breath-taking every single time and even now, when I imagined her face in my head.
I wondered what she could be doing.
I know for a fact she was alive but I don't know if she was fine.
There was no way she would be treated well so I wondered, was she being tortured then? Is she fighting back or accepting everything?
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