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One thought raced in me.
Only one that mattered, as my mind formed in three words.
I found you.
I found you, at last.
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Eva
Darkness enveloped me, for my concentration gazed at nothingness, and the nothingness gazed back at me. A saying goes when darkness enclosures, so does the fear, escalating bit by bit.
Humidity escalated each time the speed of the vehicle changed. Or it’s my labored breath was running out of air, not much air, except the smell of rubber and new rug I laid atop. Bump after bump, I stilled my body from elevating, from their clumsy driving.
Countless hands enfolded over my paralyzed limbs, dragging me across the rough plains inside a dark territory.
Where am I?
What’s happening?
Why am I here?
How did I stumbled upon in the forest?
Everything’s cold and dark, and I’m scared. But I know the angels and God are with me.
My parted lips choked my words, shoved down in my parched throat, unable to send my voice aloud.
When the dragging stopped, realizing I was deep inside the Fort Heaven forest.
For the past three days, I was knocked unconscious; I've been blindfolded and starved and broken in sweat it tickled the fresh scars on my skin, suffocated by the stuffy air in the trunk—trapped in. The trap worsened my hunger.
Now, I'm surrounded not one, but six people.
There was Vivian, Camilla, Bertha, Matthew, Emily and the last person I didn’t expect was Romano, all wearing smiles on their faces.
“Hello, Sister Eva,” Vivian said mockingly. “Surprise to see us?”
“What’s going on?” I said. “Why did you take me here?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious, you stupid bitch,” Bertha chimed in. “You’re in our way.”
“Aren’t you stupid,” Matthew said. “Up until now, you’re still the stupid student we know so well. I guess nothing’s changed.”
A few girls howled a sharp cackle.
“Sister Eva can’t do anything right, and even if she does, she still looks like a dumb baby who doesn’t know shit,” Vivian sneered.
“Speaking of not knowing shit, we know someone who knows Eva,” Matthew said, indicating a dark silhouette.
Dark silhouette came forward and Romano had an amiable posture, lax and casual.
My heart sank at his appearance.
“Romano?” I uttered.
Romano came over and came close at my weakened form. “Poor little Eden,” he said. “Need help?”
