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The smell of burning flesh filled the corridor and gave a sense of loss as I crawled along the floor gasping for help I knew would not come. I had been betrayed. It was the only explanation for why I had been left here to defend myself and dying while I made a desperate attempt to.

Where was he? Why was he not here?

Had he left me to die in the hands of those traitors?

No surely not. Surely he would come for me, tell me that it would all be alright and that he already knew who had done this and that they were going to pay. Yes it would all be fine. He was coming back for me.

But as the sound more glass breaking and beams of wood falling from their post in a sizzling display, I knew. He was not coming back for me.

I was to die in this burning building surrounded by the sounds of dying screams and that horrendous smell of decaying flesh. He was safe somewhere, his men had got him out as soon as the gunshots had fire. Yet I had been left, abounded, while powdering my nose surrounded by my ladies in waiting; left, none the wiser to the commotion downstairs.

Why? Why had he not come for me?

I crawled desperately up to the window overlooking the main entrance to the mansion and gazed out for any sign of help I could alert. My eyes scanned down below me and landed upon a man below flanked by many others, a little girl standing panic stricken at his side.

He was still here! There was hope yet for me, all I had to do was call for him and he would send someone back to rescue me.

Hope rose within me and I smiled arm raised to either unlatch the window or break through it and shout down to them anything to let them know I was still here.

But that hope soon withered away, rotted and then died within me as I watched in utter despair as he turned away and was lead to the waiting car. He hurried into it, closed the door and then drove off towards the gates and vanished around a swerving corner leaving me far behind.

No. He couldn't… He wouldn't. Why was he…?

I let out a bone chilling, blood curdling scream and brought down my fisted hand and pounded against the window hoping to smash through and alert someone below.

However all hopes of doing this were soon dashed as a pillar behind me came smashing down onto my enraged figure.