The jet barely came to a stop when John stood up, banging for the crew to open the door, jumping down the spot he ran across the tarmac towards his awaiting car.

Taylor jumped out, about to open the door for him when John pushed him aside,“I’m driving.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” Taylor stepped aside, letting John open the car’s door.

“If you don't hear from me in 24 hours, go home” he explained quickly while taking off with his car, pushing the pedal to the floor doing close to 100 MPH.

“Hold on baby, I’m coming to get you,”  he said, his eyes trained on the road in front of him.

 

****

 

She walked downstairs as quietly as possible, not wanting to run into Kit. With no sign of him, she started to look around, there was no sign of them anywhere. Marlena walked into the sitting room off the pool area and looked around.

Still nothing.

She walked out to the pool area. The garden furniture was knocked over, It looked like a struggle of some kind occurred there. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, her eyes roamed around the sitting area as she got closer to the pool and looked down.

“OH MY GOD!”, she breathed, her hands went to her mouth as scream followed, Dr. Harley was floating in the pool, the water dark with blood.

Quickly she stepped into the pool and waded out, grabbing her arm she pulled Harley to the side of the pool. Pulling her as far up the steps as she could manage, she pressed two fingers to her pulse point at her neck, there was no heartbeat. She leaned her cheek to Harley's mouth, to see if she could feel her breath.

Nothing.

She tried again to pull her from the pool when she heard steady footsteps coming behind her, “She’s dead Kitten, and it’s your fault as much as hers.”

She snapped her head around and saw Kit. His arms crossed at his chest as he loomed above her. “If you two hadn’t tried to deceive me, Dr.Harley wouldn’t end up dead.”

“Oh my god Kit, you killed her! You monster!” Marlena yelled as she struggled to stand from the water. “I begged her to keep my secret….it wasn’t her fault...” she mumbled quietly as she looked at the dead woman, half floating in the pool. It was the second woman who was killed because of her, another life he took without a second thought.

“And you’re not even sorry…” she whispered, almost to herself. He ignored her last comment as he continued, “That’s another thing Kitten, you lied to me. Don’t you know that I hold your life in my hands? I could end it whenever I want.” forcefully grabbing her forearm, he pulled her out of the water, she almost fell.

“Why don’t you just go ahead and kill me then, huh? It would be better than living as your sex slave. And what kind of life would that be for my baby anyway?” she spat, her eyes blazing with anger.

“You mean our baby, don’t you, Kitten?”

“This baby may not even be yours, he could be Jo-”

“Shut the fuck up! What did I tell you about mentioning his name? I don’t EVER want to hear that name from your lips again. Do you understand me?”

She struggled to get away, to free her arm, to run, something, anything.

But he pulled her closer to his chest. “Oh, my sexy Kitten,” he whispered close to her ear, “what did I tell you about getting knocked up?”

Marlena pulled away from him, covering her face with her hands, she fell to her knees and sobbed uncontrollably, feeling utterly defeated and hopeless. Her last ally was dead, she was truly alone now. Kit walked over and roughly pulled her to her feet again. “Now, it’s time that you pay for your bad deeds.”

He picked her up like she weighs nothing, and swung her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Then he started jogging with her up the stairs. She kicked wildly, her fists beat on his back relentlessly.

Damn him.

Marlena smacked against his muscled back as he headed for the stairs. “Let me down! You fucking bastard, put me down this second!”

“Language.” He gave her ass a sharp smack. She made an outraged noise and kicked out. He wrapped one of his huge arms like a band across her thighs, holding her in place.

“Let me down!” she screamed again. Up the stairs, they went. Once they got to the top floor, though, she got back to smacking at him.

“Let me go!”

She looked at his waistband and noticed a gun tucked in its holster. Marlena reached her hands down, pulling the gun out, she pushed hard against Kit’s back, breaking his hold and sprawled to the floor. She quickly stood up, raising the gun up pointing it at his head.

“Don’t you come near me you sick fuck, or I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

She was willing to take a chance.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kit’s angry voice momentarily had her frozen in place. Their eyes met, hers wide and terrified, his cold and venomous. She held the gun as he got closer to her. She moved faster. For once.

“Don’t fucking move! Not one step,” her voice was shrilling, almost panicked. She might have shot him out of fear alone, and she thought he understood because he instantly halted his approach. Marlena’s heart was beating too fast, her vision was hazy. Keep it together, Marlena. Keep it fucking together.

“Put the gun down, Kitten,” he whispered as if she was more frightened than him. Shit, maybe she was. This probably wasn’t the first time he’d had a gun in his face, but it was definitely the first time she’d threatened someone’s life, or maybe the second if you include Stefano. She wanted to cry. She didn’t want to have to do this. She didn’t want to hurt anyone. No choice now, Marlena. It was her or him. She hated that. She felt like one of those dumb girls in the movies, the one holding the gun on their would-be killer. Her hands were shaking, and he just kept stepping closer. She couldn’t fucking kill him. She took a deep breath and held the gun steady, ignoring how heavy it was, ignoring the twitch in her forearms as she tried to keep it leveled. She especially ignored the sweat in her palms, making the handle slippery.

“Please, Kit,” she almost begged, “don’t move. Let me go and don’t make me kill you, cause I will. I swear to God, I will.” He was calm, too calm. “No one is going to kill anyone, Kitten. But I can’t let you go. Just put it down, and I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. She was holding the gun, but he was the one holding her hostage. Still, her laugh was hysterical.

“‘I know what you're thinking, ’” she half choked out. “‘You’re thinking that I’m too fragile, that I’m too delicate to shoot someone, well, you’re wrong. Don’t test me’” Kit’s expression was priceless, somewhere between deep concern and anger at her audacity.

“Kitten,” he began. She cocked the gun, with two hands because she couldn’t manage it with one. In the process, her finger pressed against the trigger slightly and for the first time, she saw real fear skid across her captor’s features.

He swallowed. She eased her finger off the trigger. “The gun isn’t loaded, Kitten.” her heart fluttered. “Bullshit, Kit. Don’t make me find out which one of us is bluffing.” He smiled, just a little.

“Get into your precious playroom and give me the key.” This time his smile was broad, even smug. “Kitten, if that’s what you wanted, you only need to ask for. You wanna play a little bit?”

“Just shut up and do what I said.” she was caustic. He furrowed his brow and, for a moment, she has forgotten who had the upper hand. Heavy metal sliding in her sweaty palm reminded her. “Now!” He walked to the door behind him, still a few feet away and stopped “Open the door,” she was impatient, nervous. “Get in. Now, give me the keys.”

He complied, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t lower the gun, taking a moment to let the anxiety settle, to allow her vision to clear and the adrenaline to dissipate.

“Feeling better, Princess?” he whispered, still playful.

Possessed, she took two steps closer to him and wanted to slap him so hard across his smudged face. Her wrist was grabbed from behind when she felt herself being pressed backward against a giant body. Todd.

He held her wrists so tight, she couldn't do a thing but open her hands, letting the gun fall to the ground.

“Well, it’s about time Todd.” Kit complained, getting out of the room, getting closer to Marlena.

“Oh Kitten, Kitten, Kitten..what would I ever do with you? You never seem to know your place” grabbing her chin, he lifted her head up, his stronghold hurting her face.

“That’ll be all Todd” his eyes never leaving hers.

“Boss” Todd didn’t move, “I actually came here for a reason..umm you see, I was outside at the pool area and-”

“And you’ve seen a lying bitch laying around the pool, I know, she was Marlena’s besti ya know, they use to do everything together!” he smirked.

“I’ve seen her, yes.”

“I’m gonna need you to take care of it, Todd.”

“I will Boss, but I came here for a different reason. You see, the gas pipeline was pierced and there’s a gas leak. We should leave” Todd expression was worried, his big arms were still holding Marlena’s. Kit shifted his head to the side, looking at Todd, “what am I paying you for? Take care of it.”

“But Boss, it’s like, the middle of the night...there’s no one wh-”

“ I said FUCKING TAKE CARE OF IT!” Marlena jumped when he screamed, closing her eyes in response. “Now go, you’re upsetting my Kitten.”

Todd nodded his head, releasing her hands, she fell into Kit's chest.

“Let me go!” she shouted, grabbing his hands, trying to break free.

“Oh now you’ve done it, Kitten, you will learn not to disobey an order when given one.

I will not be crossed, I am going to give to exactly what you deserve” when he spoke he glanced at her stomach. She flinched with horror, holding her palms to her lower abdomen,

“No kit,  you can’t be serious....please...” she heard herself begging, and she hated that, but she will not let him hurt her or her unborn baby.

“I love it when you beg precious...” he pinned her to the wall, pressing himself against her broken body, “come on, beg for me some more.”

He immediately shoved her into the playroom, closing the door behind him.

 

****

 

John pulled up the car at Maison Blanche. He was there again, the dreadful place where he lost his missing years, and his beloved Marlena lost parts of her soul. When he realized Kit was holding her at this horrible place, he could only think of getting there, rescue her. He didn’t stop to think of how it must have affected her. How she was probably broken in body and spirit. Bracing himself for the worst John jumped out of the vehicle. Pulling his gun from his side holster, heading inside to find the monster and kill him.

Walking through the front door, he looked around quietly, walking toward the living room. Stepping out the French doors and toward the pool, where he saw an obviously deceased woman halfway in the water. Panic gripped his heart.

“Oh my god doc!.” he bolted toward the dead body, his knees hitting the ground right next to her, pulling her hair from her face. It was not her. Nevertheless, fear took him, “Oh no…”, standing up, he ran back into the house, climbing up the stairs, taking two at a time.

He walked down the hallway, stopping at an open door at his left.

Peeking inside he saw ladies clothing strewn about. Looking over at the vanity in the corner of the room. “That sick fuck..he held her here..at the same room that Stefano..” he took a deep breath, his blood boiling in his veins.

Turning to leave the room, he continued down the hallway.

With his hope of finding her alive scattered like ashes in the wind, his fervor for vengeance only grew. He was going to burn this mansion to the ground, kill him. He might be put to jail for the rest of his life, but it was a risk he was willing to take. But then, he heard a sound, so unspeakably horrible it gave voice to his own suffering.

 

****

“How hard is it to obey simple instructions?” His voice was a roar that jerked her. Her heart was pounding as she looked around her frantically. The room was completely dark. A nightmare. “You lied to me.” While slightly quieter, she could hear anger barely restrained in his voice.

“I, I’m sorry—” she lied. “I didn’t think you—”

“You didn’t think!” he thundered. “You didn’t think you needed to obey orders? You know what happens to soldiers who don’t obey orders? They die.” She scrambled away from him in the dark, but he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, just like he did before.

Marlena was completely at his mercy — which was unfortunate because he didn't seem to have any. She whimpered when she felt his fingers tease the skin beneath the hem of her dress. In the confines of her belly, fear formed a hot ball of molten lead. “Tell me you belong to me.” he said, his finger flicking the light on behind her.

“No.” She squeaked when his nails raked lightly against her midriff.

“No, I won't.” She squeezed her eyes shut, putting space between them the only way she knew how. She didn’t belong to him. Then he cupped her breast, as if trying to claw out her heart, and a small, insidious voice added, yet.

“I won't,” she repeated, fearfully, as his lips brushed against her pulse.

“If you say it,” his chapped lips scraped her throat with each word, “I might let you go.”

How stupid did he think she was, that she would fall for that ruse? She didn’t reply.

His thumb slipped beneath the fabric of her dress and the cup of her bra and Marlena froze completely, her breathing cut off as neatly as if a switch had been thrown. She was no longer even breathing. Kit shot her a smile that was distinctly serpentine as he pulled his hand away, running his fingers harmlessly down the center of her ribs. Her heart was hurling itself against her chest as if trying to escape. Marlena wished she could do the same. “You're going to hurt me again, are you?.”

“I can make you feel whatever I want,” he went on, in a soft, soothing voice that she didn't believe for one minute. “You're going to hurt me,” she repeated, cracks of fear rifting through her words on each point of impact. He kissed her, tracing the grooves of her spine as he did with light shivering scratches, that made her want to pull away but only caused the body weighing hers down, to press against her all the more fully. The words on her lips burned with unspoken promises as he said, “yes.” Marlena's stomach twisted.

 

Kit grabbed her arms roughly, cuffing her wrists together in front of her. As soon as her hands were bound, he took the front of her dress and ripped it from her body snapping the thin straps at her shoulder.  He then flipped her around so she was on her belly, laying on that big table he showed her couple of nights before. He was behind her. Anxiety brewed inside her. His expression was terrifying. He said nothing, but it was written all over his face. He was going to make her hurt. She could hear the sound of him unzipping and pushing his jeans down. Her legs were spread forcefully as he ruthlessly slammed into her hammering her insides, pounding and pounding. His hand was on her throat, pressing against her jugular, making her lightheaded as he brutally fucked her. And fucked her. And fucked her. His grip was so strong She knew she'll still feel it tomorrow, her flesh will be a deep shades of black and blue, from his ravishing.

She fought him, trying to move her legs, each thrust painfully deep. Her nails dug into her skin, leaving marks on her palms, drawing blood.

She couldn’t overpower him. She couldn't win. Her frustration grew as she ball her hands into fists and tried to lift herself up. He snatched her hand as he leaned down to her, pushing her back with his body, he was close, so close she could feel his warm breath in her ear. Marlena’s heart raced. She was expecting venom. Instead, he startled her with a kiss on her temple. "That's it, sweetheart," he said against her flesh. "Fight me before I fuck you to death."

She thought he might be capable of it, but she've gone too far to admit that out loud. So she screamed.

 

****

 

A loud scream floated down the halls from the back of the house and ripped his heart from his chest. It was Marlena. He could hear her pain. He could hear the bellows of a man he could only assume was Kit as he slowly made his way past the other rooms. Heading down the long hall, towards the back of the house, he tried to make sure every room was clear. It won’t do to finally get his hands on the bastard only to have some thug shoot him in the back.

When John finally got to the door, he heard a gurgling sound coming through it, this was the door.The door that would change everything. Leaning back, he lifted his leg and kicked the door right next to the handle as hard as he could. Watching the door fly inward, he got his first view of Kit. Darkness pulled tight around her shivering, shaking, angry form. It was her.Marlena.

Kit was looming over her, his hands wrapped tightly around her hips. He was raping her again.

“Get — away — from Marlena.”

Throwing himself across the room, John slammed into his arms with all he had in him. It’s good that he surprised the asshole because his hands came flying free of Marlena as they went tumbling over the table. There was a loud crack of wood, and they dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. John roared in rage as he threw Kit off of him. Rolling to a crouch, he back away from Kit. Straightening back up to his full height, he looked to Marlena. She was there, kneeling on the floor, gasping for air. Her hands were at her mouth, tears on her face. Looking back at Kit, John grinned when he fumbled standing up. He tried to go for the door of the room only to have him catch him, his foot sticking between his legs.

Kit fell to the floor, John pushed him to his back. He looked up at John with fear as he grinned at him. “You kidnapped her, Kit… You raped her time and time again,” John said quietly.

“How dare you come and take her from me!” Kit yelled up at him, but from his position, he looked like a little bitch. He tried to stand, but John kicked out his legs again. Plopping down on his back, he wasn’t too far from Marlena.

His voice was almost soft as he looked to her.

“Tell him that you’re mine, Kitten” She didn’t talk to him. Her eyes were weeping as she continued to cough, trying to catch her breath.”Tell him that you’re having my baby, Princess”

Her head snapped up and she looked at John, his eyes were wide open with a question but he didn’t forget the task in hand, looking back at Kit he asked, “Where are the keys to her handcuffs?” he asked as he landed a kick to Kit’s ribs. Coughing out loud, Kit said, “Fuck you!”

“Not the answer I’m looking for, asshole.” A second kick to his ribs has him wheezing.

“Inside the drawer...the first one..but you will never take her away from me” Kit actually started laughing. The crazy fuck was laughing at him. “No, asshole. This is where you wrong. This is over. I'm taking Marlena home”

“So why the fuck are you still here, Black?” He’d gone quiet as he stared deep into his eyes. Then he said, “Don’t you smell it? Don’t you smell the gas?”

“Not going to happen, I won't play your twisted game Kit. You’ll be dead long before Marlena and I leaves this house.”

“Bullshit! You’ll be dead before that happens” Kit laughed

“Why are you laughing you sick fuck?”

“Because something’s happening! You fool. I’ll be your only chance of living… Give me the bitch, and I will get all of us out of here.” Dropping down on top of him, John’s first punch landed in the middle of his nose. The loud crunch broak through Marlena’s sobs and his loud scream. Straddling his chest, he swang down with a second punch. This one landed on the side of his flapping mouth. There was another loud crack and Kit felt his jaw breaking.

“She’s mine,” Kit shouted into John’s face.

From there, John’s fists were the only thing he thought of, the only thing connecting him to this world. After they punch his face, Somewhere after the fifth or six punch, John felt his knuckles ache.

John hit him with the opposite hand before leaning back. He was not moving or making any noise now. He guessed he passed out.

Looking to his left, he saw Marlena staring at him. She wasn't sobbing anymore, only watching him with wide, unjudging eyes.

Lowering himself to the floor, he took her in his arms, holding her tight. She was naked, her hands were still bound, she shivered, her breathing caught in her throat as she broke down and cried in his arms.

John looked at her, her hazel eyes were red and puffy but it was her. After all this time, it was finally her. He cupped her cheeks with his warm comforting palms and she leaned against his left hand, his thumb grazed her lower lip when he got closer, hesitating, not know how she will respond. He lightly brushed his lips against hers before he gave her a slow kiss. It was soft and sweet, containing the tenderness she was lacking for all these weeks with Kit. He kissed her with fragility, slowly coaxing her back to life. With every brush of his lips, Marlena felt warmth flood into her body. It didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real. He breathed hard into her mouth, she shivered and he stopped, afraid he might have hurt her in a way;

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked softly.

“I asked for it.”

“What? Why would you say that?” John covered his eyes with his hand so she couldn't see his reaction.

“I let him touch me,” she said. “…I let him drug me...I didn’t stop him.” Her hands shooked in the cuffs. She wished he would hold them, when all of a sudden, like an instinct, he did.

He kissed her hair gently, and inhaled it deeply, holding her as she cried. She cried for her. For her lost time. For finally being in his arms again.

“Let go, baby..I’m here”

She sniffed as tears spill. “It was my fault. I agreed for him to be my apprentice.” John gasped.

“No means no. I don’t care when you fucking say it, Marlena. Once it’s out there, it’s out there. Any halfway decent guy would have backed off.” Her heart clenched. There was quiet in the room, except her sniffling.

She was not property to anyone... she was his other half. She was his soul completed. Will words be enough to get her to understand how much he cared for her? He had no clue. John didn’t think she has ever understood the lengths he would go to keep her by his side. Love. He loved her more than life itself.

“Doc” he started, “we gotta go, I smell smoke. Let’s talk about this later. Ok?” he stood up, lifting her broken body with his, carefully. She was thinner than usual, he noticed a big gun wound at her upper thigh and he flinched. His hands quickly found the small keys and he un-cuffed her bruised wrists. Taking off his shirt, he wrapped her around with it, quickly closing the tiny buttons. “You ready?”

Her head bobbed up and down briefly before she said, “Yes. Please take me home John”

 

Walking out of the bedroom, he pulled Marlena behind him. Her small, delicate hand was so warm inside his own. Pulling her with his sore hand and leading with the other holding a gun, they walked up the hall carefully. Poking his head in each room.

The smell of gas was getting stronger and stronger and he could see it was affecting her, she put the fabric to her mouth and tried to breathe.

It was hot, too hot, the air was very thin, coughing they reached the staircase only to discover that the bottom floor was on fire, flames and smoke were everywhere, there was no way to get to the front door.

Turning them back, John started running “come on Doc, we gotta get outta here!” still holding her hand, they ran back down the hall, only this time, there was someone there.

Stefano.

 

****

 

“What are you doing here you bastard?” pushing Marlena behind him, he was trying to hide her away, to shelter her from this monster who called himself a man. The long hall started filling with smoke and all three coughed.

“Relax John!” he yelled between coughs, “I came here when I heard this creature was holding Marlena here, at my mansion.”

“Yeah, and I bet that made you so proud of him, huh? You sick old man” John spat, his body tensed and he was ready for yet another fight, although he could feel Marlena’s fingernails digging into his shoulders with fear. Stefano came closer, opening his arms “John, I came here to save her you fool! Now come on, we don’t have much time, the flames are getting higher, the floor is too hot already”, trying to rush them out, he turned on his hills, striding down the hall to a folded emergency exit staircase, peeking out of the ceiling.

The smoke was heavy, and his eyes stung, but still, John chuckled “pfff, you gotta be kidding me. We’re not going anywhere with you Dimera!”

“John! Let’s go! The front door is blocked by fire, we must go! My helicopter’s on the roof, come on!”

For a short moment, he wasn't feeling Marlena’s hand on his back, turning around, he saw her collapsed on the floor, coughing.

“Doc!” putting the fabric of her shirt to her mouth he looked at Stefano, who was standing there, looking at them with anxiety “Come on John! Don’t be a fool! She won't make it!”

Taking yet another look at his beloved Marlena, seeing her semi-naked body laying on the floor, her eyes fluttered, and her body shook when she coughed. Not a minute passed by as John picked her up in his arms and ran towards the rickety staircase.

 

****

 

His legs carried him out of the mansion into the roof, the same roof he found her months ago, spread unconsciously on the floor. Stefano’s loud screams were muted by the loud noise of the helicopter. John hated the fact that they had to use Stefano’s help, but his first and only priority was always Marlena. He would put aside all the menace and hate for her sake, only for tonight. John ran out in the open where the helicopter was waiting. Stefano boarded the helicopter, he turned to help him boarding Marlena on.

“Back off!” he yelled, “don’t you ever touch her again Dimera!”

One look at her and he knew it was useless, he had to get her out of there. There was a small explosion, and they could feel the mansion shaking under their feet in response.

 

("All of me")

Marlena sat on the floor of the helicopter, looking at John, he smiled. His smile was sweet. It seemed as though time stood still. Only for them. She looked at him, he was bare chest, his face was dirty with dust and ashes “I knew you’d come for me..” her tears rolled down her cheek and she smiled. It was the first smile she had in weeks. Her eyes twinkled with joy.

“Of course I’d come for you baby….I love you”. Marlena placed her palm to his cheek before she fell into his warm embrace, her eyes shut with pure bliss, he hugged her tightly.

“I love you too” she managed to say through her tears, “let’s go home baby.”

He didn’t respond. Marlena felt his limbs go heavier in her arms, she pulled away quickly to look at his face, his eyes were glazed, not focusing on anything. Cupping his face, he fell into her arms. With horror in her eyes, she looked forward. There he was, that man, the devil himself and he was smirking, a smoking gun in hand. Kit lowered a bloodstained hand slowly to the ground.

Her whole body wavered slightly as she stared up at him. She gasped as John leaned forward, grimacing, breathing heavily, falling into the helicopter’s floor, a bleeding wound in his chest.

 

Marlena's eyes widen as she screamed out,"John!" she held her man gently but firmly, trying to pull him into the chopper and putting some pressure on the wound he took to his chest.

"Doc…I’d do it again…you know…I …will…always…be…there…for…you…save…yourself go…home ..I ...love.." John mumbled weakly trying to keep his eyes open as he panted, he was having a hard time breathing, although he smiled up at Marlena before turning his head slightly to the side.

"Don't say that John! You'll be just fine. You're strong my love. You'll be fine, you'll see." she tried to smile again through the tears, petting his hair, "Uughhh." John only groaned as she held him in a sitting position close to her body, causing his head to loll to the side and rest against her chest.

"Don't close your eyes, John! Stay awake until we get to the hospital, come on baby! You want to be awake for the helicopter ride don't you? Stay with me!" she said, trying to keep John awake for as long as she could. He smiled, his eyes fluttered and closed.

“NO! JOHN!!!” she screamed, her breathing ragged, she placed a shaky hand on her mouth, looking at Kit.

“You are MINE KITTEN!!!” he snarled. Closing the distance between them. Another gunshot was fired when she witnessed Kit falling to the ground, holding his shoulder. Looking behind her, she saw Stefano, holding a gun, yelling to the pilot to take off.

The helicopter started raising to the night’s hot air, underneath it Maison Blanche was burning in flames.

“MAR-LENA” he screamed, standing on the roof.

She closed her eyes, her body flinched as he has just touched her again.

A loud explosion rattled the helicopter as she and Stefano looked down to see Maison Blanche burning in fire and flames. Marlena was sitting there in shock. No words were escaping her mouth as she just opened and closed it.

 

The explosion continued until she couldn't tell if it was still going off or her mind kept hearing echoes. Marlena couldn't hear a thing, and everything was moving so slow. It was dark. No matter how much she blinked her eyes, there was no light. No hint of anything around her. Only darkness and a high pitch sound echoed her ears.

 

FIN

 

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Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim.

Accept no one’s definition of your life.

Define yourself.

 

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Thank you for reading!