Haven't Started

Brianna walked through the streets of Florida with tears of joy in her eyes. It had been only a week, and she felt suffocated by staying in the cage. The joy of breathing the fresh air nudged her to believe that she had finally escaped from the prison- a prison made for her by non-other than her husband.

"Now that I have escaped, where should I spend my night?" Brianna asked herself and sat on a nearby bench. Nights were never safe for an alone woman, and not to forget, Brianna was young and beautiful.

She was not aware of the uproar she had caused in the house. Satan was going berserk with anger and a feeling that he could not point out.

"How much more time do you need to track her?" Satan roared and slammed his fist on the table.

"I am done. She is near the west park. It seems like she doesn't have a place to go." The subordinate did not lose his calm and reported the situation to Satan.

"Get the car ready." Satan stared at the red dot on the screen with red veins popping ou