Temporary slave

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She knocked three times and heard the voice that it’s not closed. She entered and casually walked. Observing, there’s a mini garden outside the room through the transparent slide window door, flowers hanged laden in the walks and extends leaving no space. It’s aroma’s refreshing and relaxing. Inside, there’s a flat-screen T.V hung on the wall and a DVD player place on a desk down of it. The walls were lined with a smooth paint job, it’s pale-yellow colored walled matched the soothing atmosphere.

Linda sat down in the comfy sofa; her arms crossed over her maroon top and her legs crossed over the small table in front of her. The cold temperature from the aircon has seeped through her senses and her eyes felt heavy. She moaned under the relaxing atmosphere and forgot why she’s here. Everything seemed to be peaceful, not until, she heard a gun cocked on her head. She was about to rose when someone’s palm was placed on her shoulder and forcefully pushed her down back to the seat.