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After driving for what seemed an eternity, they entered a thick forest.
Sarah remembered the unfortunate events which occurred when she entered the jungle last time. She became more terrified of what he may be planning for her but chose not to say anything more. She was already prepared for worst. He had already shown her hell, what can be worse than that, she thought sadly. She was looking outside the window while he drove her inside the thick jungle. Soon they were on a small road and it led them to a cottage inside the jungle.
Zakariah stopped his car and pulled her along inside.
'Wow! Not even my bones would be recovered from this God-forsaken place !!', she thought.An old lady opened the door for them and greeted Zakariah as Master and acknowledged Sarah with a nod. Without giving the lady any more of his attention, he dragged her into his bedroom. He left her arm as they entered, and went to the wardrobe to take out a polo shirt to wear
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Sarah's next few days were quite difficult as a captive, as expected. He kept her tied like an animal, most of the time and released her only for basic needs or If she had to do any household chores as demanded by him. He always kept an eye on her, never letting her leave his sight even for a minute. She was almost sure, he had something going on in his mind. He wasn't going to kill her, that she was sure. He was too obsessed with her, for that. He fucked her wild and raw each night as if there was no tomorrow. He was making her mad with the contrasting emotions, he made her feel. He loved hurting her, to see her in pain was somehow healing the raw wound her betrayal had left behind. He was healing and in the process, she was slowly burning away. He had tainted her soul, to a level where turning back was not a possibility. He had damaged her for an eternity by his callous ways. She often wondered, what exactly was her fault! Why was she being punished? He had broken her soul into so
Intercepted 16.
A few days later, Zakariah left for hunting, in the nearby jungle.It was full of wild animals and hunting was a faster way of procuring meat rather than visiting the market. Sarah was aware of his departure, but when he didn't return till evening, she began to worry. She kept on looking at the wall clock and counted the minutes, just to reduce her anxiety. The night had already fallen, but still, he wasn't back.Sarah opened the door many times, just to check if he had arrived but no luck. She was getting anxious and scared, although she wouldn't call herself as a weak-hearted woman but being alone in a house in the middle of a thick forest, wasn't a very comforting thought.She prayed hard for his return.Before this night, she had never really worried about her safety. It was a new realization for her, his presence gave her a feeling of being protected. Around midnight she heard a knock on the main door. Sarah's heart almost came to her throat. Who could it be? Zakariah alre
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'I wish to return to my life in my country', she replied.'Haahaaaha', He started laughing at her.She stared at him blankly; she shouldn't have trusted him. Now here she is, sitting like a fool!'I knew you wouldn't do that', she said dejectedly. He lifted his arm to caress her lower lip with the pad of his thumb and rubbed it lightly. Then he traced his hand over her neck. He could feel her gulp, his hand glided under her shirt and rested on her shoulder. Her heart was beating fast, with his hand still lingering on her body. She hated how he doesn't feel the need to ask for her permission before touching her. She flicked her tongue on her lips and waited for his next step.He yanked her shirt, to open, with his hand, which exposed his mark over her breast.'What about this ?', he asked her with a straight face.'Wha..what do you mean?', She asked.Frankly, she was a plastic surgeon herself, and removing it won't be a big deal for her, she thought. But clearly, he wasn't asking about
Intercepted 18
Sarah found herself yearning for a fresh start, a chance to break free from the shackles of her current life and embrace the unknown. The prospect of leaving behind the familiar and venturing into uncharted territory filled her with a heady mix of excitement and trepidation. As she contemplated the path that lay before her, Sarah couldn't help but marvel at the irony of it all. The very man who had once held her captive, both physically and emotionally, was now the key to her liberation. It was Zakariah who had granted her the freedom to pursue her passion as a doctor, a privilege she had long yearned for but never dared to hope would be within her grasp. And yet, even as she reveled in the newfound sense of purpose that her work provided, she knew that it was but a stepping stone on the journey to true independence.In her heart, Sarah harbored a silent longing for the day when Zakariah would be well enough to travel, to leave behind the ghosts of their shared past and forge a futur
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Sarah rose with the first light of dawn, her movements careful not to disturb the man sleeping peacefully beside her. With a soft exhale, she slipped out of his embrace, her heart heavy with the weight of the secrets she carried. She tiptoed across the room, her gaze falling upon his unattended phone resting innocently on the table. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest as she hesitated, torn between the desire to reach out to her family and the fear of betraying Zakariah's trust. But the longing for connection won out in the end, and with trembling hands, she reached for the phone, her fingers hovering uncertainly over the screen. She stole a glance at Zakariah's sleeping form, his features softened in repose, before steeling herself to make the call. Her heart hammered in her chest as she dialed her parents' number, her breath catching in her throat as she waited for them to answer. With each ring, her anxiety mounted, her mind racing with a thousand different scenarios of what mi
Intercepted 19
The following weeks dawned with the familiar routine of dropping Sarah off at the hospital gates, Zakariah's gaze lingering on her form as she disappeared into the bustling corridors. Alone in the quiet confines of his car, he found himself at a loss, unsure of how to fill the hours until her shift's end. With a resigned sigh, he decided to occupy himself with a task he had long neglected—the hospital's financial records. As he pored over the meticulously kept books, Zakariah's mind wandered, drifting back to the absence of his beloved "kitten." It had been too long since she had been away from his side, her absence leaving a palpable void in his life. Though he trusted his people to keep a watchful eye on her, he couldn't shake the gnawing sense of unease that gnawed at his insides. In the days since their reunion, Zakariah had grown accustomed to having Sarah by his side—a constant presence that brought light and warmth into his otherwise solitary existence. Her absence now felt l
Intercepted 21.
As Zakariah dialed a number on his phone, Sarah watched with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. She could only catch snippets of his conversation, but it was clear that he was speaking to someone important—perhaps his brother, given his earlier mention of seeking refuge at his place. As they continued their journey, Zakariah made a brief stop for fuel, hastily purchasing some food for Sarah as they had missed breakfast. Sarah gratefully accepted the meal, her stomach rumbling with hunger as she devoured the food. But their moment of respite was short-lived. As Zakariah paid the bill at the counter, his sharp eyes caught sight of armed rebels surrounding the shop, their menacing presence reflected in the mirror. Without hesitation, Zakariah sprang into action, his hand instinctively reaching for his pistol as he bolted towards their vehicle. "Fuck!" he cursed under his breath, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he raced to start the engine. "What...what is happening?"
Intercepted 22.
With each passing moment, Zakariah's resolve strengthened, his determination to protect Sarah unwavering in the face of impending danger. As he steered his jeep away from her location, his heart raced with the urgency of their situation. She was his woman, his responsibility, and he would stop at nothing to ensure her safety—even if it meant risking his own life in the process. With a fierce determination driving him forward, Zakariah pushed the limits of his vehicle, pushing it to its maximum speed in a desperate bid to put as much distance between them and their pursuers as possible. But fate had other plans in store, and before long, the strain proves too much for the aging jeep, its engine sputtering and wheezing before finally giving out altogether. Undeterred by the setback, Zakariah's instincts kicked into overdrive as he swiftly assessed the situation. With a quick maneuver, he veered the jeep towards an oncoming black van, the impact sending it careening off the road and in
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