Amelie stormed out of her husband's study and marched through the dark corridor of the mansion that used to be her home for so many years. Now, it felt more like a dungeon; a tower in which she had been imprisoned for years and was finally about to break free.
Unfortunately, freedom never came that easily even for someone like her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Richard's frosty tone bounced off the mansion's walls and scattered around his wife in hundreds of sharp needles. Her reply did not follow and the man only became angrier.
Catching up with Amelie, Richard grabbed her right wrist from behind and spun her around, trapping both of her hands in his painful grip.
"I asked you a question, Amelie."
"Let go, you're hurting me!" Amelie tried to free herself from his clutches but it was futile; she was too weak against him.
