Outside, the air bit at my skin as I stumbled down the alley. Waiting under a streetlamp was a motorbike. A middle-aged man, grim and silent, pulled me onto the seat and sped into the night.
I clung to his jacket, tears streaking my face as the mansion faded behind us. Nearly an hour later, we stopped at a small, dim house on the city’s edge. He guided me inside.
Safe—but with nothing. No money, no phone, no plan. Just questions that twisted my stomach. Why had the maid risked everything for me? What nightmare had I narrowly escaped?
The Truth Revealed
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