The problem

"Thanks again," she said with a smile. A smile that vanished as soon as she passed the gates of the house.

The aftermath of these horrible events was now being felt. She was shaking all over and had to force herself to walk to the front door.

She forced herself not to think about anything until she had completed her preparations for the night.

The guard was there, watching over the house as well as her sleep, and the villa's location was safe.

She threw away her clothes, which didn't look like anything anymore, took a hot shower, and poured herself a good glass of alcohol.

She turned on all the lights in the villa and turned on the television in their suite.

She chose comedy movies and left the second one on as she drifted into a sleep, a troubled sleep.