Chapter Sixty-two

Brenda’s heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against Alfred’s iron grip. The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light emanating from a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. The sound of her ragged breaths filled the air, mingling with the soft creaking of floorboards beneath them. Sweat trickled down Brenda’s temples as she desperately fought to break free, but her strength waned, and exhaustion consumed her. Alfred’s grip tightened around her, his cold eyes gleaming with a twisted mix of determination and possession. His voice, low and menacing, filled the room, cutting through the tense silence like a sharp knife.

“Don’t even think about running again, Brenda,” Alfred growled, his voice laced with a sickening mix of arrogance and obsession. “You belong with me, not that pathetic excuse for a man you call a husband.”

Brenda’s eyes welled with tears as she listened to his words. Fear and despair washed over her, intertwining in a suffocating embrace. She ha