CHAPTER 107

Elizabeth locked the school door, still smiling at the fond farewell with her husband. The setting sun tinged the sky with warm tones, but the atmosphere changed abruptly when she locked the door. A sudden chill ran down her spine, as if something in the air had changed.

A horrifying voice echoed through the empty room, causing Elizabeth to cringe. A shiver ran down her spine when the voice, harsh and full of malice, whispered:

- I've arrived, Elizabeth. And now you will be mine.

Her heart raced, and a shadow of dread overshadowed her recent happiness. Elizabeth tried to locate the source of the voice, but the dimness that spread through the room made everything indistinct. She began to walk hurriedly towards the window, but the sound of heavy footsteps behind her made her freeze.

- Who's there? Elizabeth stammered, her voice wavering.

A sinister laugh cut through the silence.

- You've known me all my life, and you're going to pretend you don't know who I am... You can't escape, Elizabeth. I always find those who try.

- Father... His voice failed him. Her legs were shaking like a maria mole. Her forehead was sweating and her hands were cold.

Terror settled in her mind as a shadow, dressed in black, features she had always feared, appeared in that corner of the room. He exuded a menacing presence.

Before Elizabeth could react, a cold, cruel hand grabbed her hair, pulling her back violently. Her scream echoed through the empty room, where no one could hear. The sinister man moved even closer, leaning his body against hers and revealing an evil smile.

- You belong to me now, Elizabeth, he murmured in her ear, as he ran his tongue over the spot, making her shiver with fear. His eyes shone with a dark malevolence.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the terrifying sight before her. She felt her body being thrown against his chest, her heart beating wildly. Each breath turned into a tense sigh as fear took hold of her mind.

- Dad, please leave me. Elizabeth spoke as tears poured from her eyes.

Willian was cynical, he had a debauched laugh, he was taking great pleasure in seeing her terrified and suffering.

- I'm not your father, silly girl. I never was. I only stole you from my sister when you were born because I didn't want the high society talking and gossiping about my family.

- Dad...

- I told you, I'm not your father. But I'll be your man soon. And he laughed.

Willian was old, but he was very strong. Elizabeth tried to get free, but he held her waist tighter and tighter, with an iron grip. She was desperate, that man wasn't her father and he didn't care about her.

She began to scream as loudly as she could when she felt one of his hands on her breasts. He laughed and groped her body with one hand, while the other held her by the waist, close to his body.

Thick tears streamed down her face. She felt her hair being pulled back and a cry of pain echoed in the room. He threw her away, where the two of them struggled, as she tried to escape and he tried to hold her down, while his hands tore at her clothes...

... A button.

... Two buttons.

... A string of buttons fell to the floor, the front of her white blouse was completely open, where you could see the corset that housed those small breasts. She was terrified.

Willian took a deep breath at the sight of her, she was much softer and more beautiful than he had imagined all his life.

Willian was merciless, violent, his body weighed down on Elizabeth, after a violent slap on the face, he was a furious animal, and with sudden gestures, while grabbing her entire body, he tore another part of her blouse.

Despair enveloped Elizabeth like a dark cloak, but her courage still pulsed inside her.

As he advanced, ready to commit a more terrible act, Elizabeth, driven by the instinct for survival, gathered her last strength, and with a choked cry, she raised her head and drove a precise headbutt into Willian's face.

A sharp sound of impact cut through the air, and blood gushed from his nose, painting the floor in scarlet drops.

A groan of pain escaped Willian's lips, momentarily interrupting his assault.

Elizabeth, despite the adrenaline pulsing through her veins, crawled away from him, her breathing ragged. Her chest was heaving, not just from the physical struggle, but from the emotional battle she was waging against the horror unfolding before her.

Meanwhile, somewhere far away, in the middle of the roads that led to Hope Valle, Frankison felt a chill run down his spine, as if a dark shadow had extended its claws towards him. An anguished squeeze in his heart, awakening a feeling of unease that consumed him.

Instinctively, he looked for his closest friend, Edward, whose eyes reflected the same concern as his.

Edward knew that something was wrong with Frankison. When they were children, Edward had often seen that look, but they were small, and understood nothing. But today, the man and the mountie inside him made him realize that there was something wrong with Frankison, and it had to do with his twin sister.

Frankison's face was pale and his neck was red, his hand was shaking a lock of his hair, unaware of his act, his breathing was labored and he looked like he was struggling. There was no need to say a word, the connection between the twin brothers transcended physical distance.

Frankison shared with Edward the restlessness that enveloped him as if their souls were linked by an invisible bond.

- Something's wrong with Elizabeth, Frankison whispered, his voice shaking with apprehension.

Edward and the others looked at him in surprise.

- I can feel it. We need to hurry.

Edward, aware of the special bond between them, nodded gravely.

Together, they all embarked on a race against time, guided by instinct and the strength of brotherhood. Frankison's heart hammered in his chest, a desperate beat that echoed the danger hanging over his sister.

They hurried along the dark roads, their anxiety growing with every step the horses took. Frankison shared with Edward childhood memories and the moments that had shaped the unbreakable bond between him and his sister. Conversation flowed as a way of easing everyone's tension, but worry grew with each memory, fueling the determination in their eyes.

The silence foreshadowed the great storm, and Frankison sensed that something was waiting for him, promising to unravel the dark secrets of the past.

As they hurtled towards the crossroads of road danger, someone in a room screamed with the tension of an imminent confrontation. Willian, with a predatory and angry gaze, faced that fragile girl... The shadow of uncertainty hung in the air as their fates intertwined at a crucial moment...