Perched atop a lush emerald hill, the mansion stood elegant, calling on the attention of passerbys — if there were any. A perfect blend of classic sophistication and modern luxury would be the best way to describe it. The driveway was lined with Cypress trees and vibrant floral blooms. The Central portico was supported by six Corinthian columns, adorned with intricate carvings. In the twilight, the Mansion was a shimmering jewel, illuminating the rich landscape. It was painted dark brown. No one would suspect the horrors it habored!
Hilda stared at it, mixed feelings probing at her heart as the car meandered up the winding road to the Mansion. She recalled the first time Thorne brought her here, it was heaven on earth. Escaping a nagging Mother and dictating Father was a huge relief. Finally, she had the space to do whatever she liked. It only lasted for three months before all hell went loose. Her heart almost popped out of her chest when she caught a glimpse of a man standing on the balcony. It was him! She gasped.
Thorne Redman stared with piercing eyes at the black SUV just coming around the fountain. Anger boiled in his heart, almost choking the life out of him. Taking a deliberate swallow, he made an attempt to surppress the hate that surged in his heart. He swore silently that he'd ensure he made the little wench regret her actions. His blonde hair flowed effortlessly unto his broad shoulders. Sporting blue jeans and a white t-shirt, he looked smart. Blue eyes and a smooth light complexioned skin enhanced his looks — the desire of most ladies — though they were oblivious of the worms crawling under his skin.
The car had come to a stop and Hilda saw herself being dragged out. She let her body go limp as one of the men hurled her on to his right shoulder. Despair clouded her vision. With closed eyes, she let her senses guide her as the men ascended up the stairs.
The moment they went in through the main entrance door, she knew it! It was a dark presence she couldn't decipher. A foreboding feeling enveloped her, she felt a stab to her chest and then, panic set in. Kicking frantically hard against the grip of the man, she tried to escape, but it was futile. The towering ceiling seemed to hold a lot of dark unknown forces. They began to climb up the staircase adorned with delicate newel posts — though all that did not matter — It was what lay ahead that brought a shiver down her spine.
Thorne Redman waited patiently, all the while imagining the gruesome punishments more suitable for the occasion. A thought settled on his mind, one that brought a cunning smile to his face. That was it! The best way to command obedience without really using his fists.
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Who do you predict Thorne Redman is to Hilda?
To be continued…
Written by: Asher Esther Orohuchari
