Nash felt that being imprisoned was too easy for Miranda. He wanted to punish her.

"You're not stupid," Nash said mockingly, like a grim reaper delivering his final verdict. "Your life is at its end!"

"No, you can't!" Miranda became frantic. "You can't lock me up. It's illegal! Nash, you're harming yourself by doing this!"

She feared Nash might take drastic actions. If he wouldn't let her go to prison, being locked up by him would surely be more painful. She did not want to be tortured. Prison would be preferable. The more she thought about it, the more her heart raced. She wanted to escape.

She quickly got up and tried to run away.

Nash watched her retreating figure without making a move to stop her, knowing she couldn't escape. A cruel smile formed on his lips, sending chills down one's spine.

Miranda ran as fast as she could, not even looking around. She had no idea what the house looked like, only picking a direction and running blindly. She ran until she was out of breath, too scared to stop, fearing Nash would catch her.

Sweating profusely, she glanced around and saw nothing but dense trees, like a maze, completely disorienting her. Tall, thick trees blocked out the sunlight. Ahead was an abyss that seemed bottomless.

Where was she?

ran, the more panicked

"Ah-"

palms and causing blood to flow. Covered in dirt and sweat, her face smudged, she had lost all the

no longer her appearance but how to escape

fear, the

made her shiver. She

slithering toward her,

terror, her face turning even paler. She was utterly paralyzed with

to the house. Only there

sofa from exhaustion. Her sleep was

sat up abruptly,

it was already 10 PM. Nash usually came home by this

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