Finally the car stopped in front of the mansion. She awed by it, the same way she wanted the same things she wanted in her house. Every small detail on it, Sara looked at Michael. She was unsure that how Michael knew everything she wanted in her dream house, she never said that to anyone that he could know about it.
"I just like the design." Michael lied about it. If he said the truth she will not trust him and her health can deteriorate
She was not able to say anything as Michael pulled her inside, she didn't refuse him. She went with him.
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In a dark and shabby room, there was only one bulb in the middle of the room which was brightening the whole room. The room had no windows, blood stains were everywhere and the foul smell of it was everywhere.
"Why am I here?" The waiter shouted his eyes were covered by a black cloth.
