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CHAPTER 102
Willian Thatcher's arrival in the town of Hope Valle was shrouded in a blanket of silence, as if a shadow were moving through the corners of the night. His car glided through the empty streets, only the faint light of the streetlamps guiding him. The air carried a supernatural tension, as if evil was lurking, about to reveal itself.
As he reached the small town, Willian felt a subtle shiver run down his spine. The silence was disconcerting, interrupted only by the hooting of an owl. The full moon cast a pale light over the old buildings and cobbled streets, creating shadows that danced to the rhythm of his steps.
His eyes fixed on the local school, an imposing building with simple architecture in its carved wooden details, which rose against the night sky.
The school's windows cast a dim light, revealing empty corridors and silent classrooms. Willian entered the building with stealthy steps, as if he were being guided by supernatural forces.
As he explored the corridors, a door creaked mysteriously in the distance. Willian stopped, his heart pounding in his chest. The sound reverberated through the dark walls like an ominous suggestion, filling the room with an aura of suspense.
In the silent twilight of the night, as darkness enveloped Hope Valle, Willian Thatcher's thoughts danced with a dark malice. He planned with sadistic pleasure, like a master of shadows, what would happen when dawn broke over the horizon.
"As soon as the first rays of sunlight touch this lovely city..." thought Willian to himself... "Elizabeth will be in my hands. Every penny I've spent on her will be repaid, not in coins, but in moments of pleasure, in a dance between power and submission."
Willian's mind plotted a cruel game, where the sun would appear as the judge of a dark pact. He anticipated the coming of day like someone waiting for the end of a riddle, knowing that Elizabeth's fate would be sealed in the morning light.
"The luxuries, the whims, everything I have provided for her will be returned, multiplied and charged with interest. Elizabeth will have the opportunity to repay me in sighs, in moans and every touch will be payment for years of indulgence," reflected Willian, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
The darkness gave way to the first feigned points of light, and Willian felt the electricity in the air, as if the very rays of the sun were witnesses to his planned revenge. He prepared himself for the next act in his sinister game, where the stage would be daylight and the protagonists would be him and Elizabeth, engaged in a macabre dance.
As he caught a glimpse of the first rays of sunlight, Willian felt his tension rise, fueling his anticipation. He imagined Elizabeth unconsciously waking up to what was to come, while the shadows of the night gave way to an unsettling clarity.
In the dark recesses of his mind, Willian Thatcher plotted a perverse plot, where every detail was a note in the symphony of his insatiable desire. Daylight seeped through the cracks of Pérsia, but the scene he desired was far beyond the sight of any rising sun.
He saw himself as the conductor of a sinister orchestra, conducting the movements of a piece whose melody was composed of Elizabeth's submitted moans... Every corner of that place would become a stage, and a bed, an altar where he intended to charge with interest for the years of indulgence he had dedicated to that woman.
"Elizabeth, I've finally arrived..." said the figure, whose voice echoed like a nightmarish whisper.
Terror settled in Willian's mind as the figure advanced towards him, disappearing into the darkness, he was going to have everything he wanted most and he didn't mind using his strength. The surrounding atmosphere was imbued with mystery and menace, leaving Willian lost in a labyrinth of desire and suspense on that shadowy night in Hope Valle.
The figure's sinister laughter faded into the darkness, leaving behind an icy silence that seemed to whisper macabre secrets. Willian remained motionless, enveloped by the emptiness that stretched out in that deserted schoolroom, and there he would wait for Elizabeth and soon have his great prize in his hands.
A shiver ran down his spine as he suddenly felt the presence of Elizabeth's naked body enveloping him, he was going to fulfill his greatest dream with that girl and that body.
"Your fate is sealed, Elizabeth!