The villa’s garden is a moonlit labyrinth, its paths snaking through towering hedges and blooming jasmine. Luna bursts through an open door from the villa’s maze-like corridors, her bare feet sinking into the soft earth, her plush thighs trembling with each frantic step.
Her pink frock catches on a thorn, tearing slightly, revealing the soft curve of her skin, and her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her brown Bambi eyes dart behind her, heart lurching as she sees Endrit in the doorway, his smirk predatory, his gun glinting in his tattooed hand. Thinking he’ll shoot, Luna runs deeper into the garden, her feet dirtied, her silent cries swallowed by the night. She weaves through the paths, tears streaming down her soft, squishy cheeks, blurring her vision, and glances back again—Endrit is gone, the garden eerily still.
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