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A Devil's Torniquet

A Devil's Torniquet

J. A. Fabroa

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She is lost not because she wants to be. She is lost because he had bound her to submit to his desires. #Can two police officers save a woman from the clutches of hell? Former Soldier Inspector Bartolome found himself trapped inside a Lonely precinct after a woman begged for his help, unbeknownst to him, she will drag him unto a world of lust, fear and the plight to survive.

Chapter 1 Prologue

It was a moonless night, even the stars failed to twinkle. The clouds rode the sky in a dark fluff of menacing dance.

Thunder rumbled, while a lightning crisscrossed the horizon, forming imaginative claws on the sky which she once believed to be the gates of heaven.

The former nun, walked absent mindedly on the muddy ground. Small rivulets of rain dropped from the sky, soaking her once luxurious hair.

The black and white uniform which had been the symbol of her devotion clutched tightly on her arm.

She walked she walked and walked.

Her mind still racing against time and fighting the man who had destroyed her life, despite her body, finally free from his grasp.

A car swiveled from the corner of the road, blocking her path which finally sent her into consciousness. Her eyes widened in terror as she watched him descend from the car.

He smiled at her broken features, her once prideful aura, her once patronising glare are now wiped clean. She for once is nothing more but the doll he always wanted her to be. No amount of prayer can take her from him. No powerful uniform can block his gaze from the body he coveted.

"Haven't you had enough?" He heard her say.

He walked towards her. Grabbed her shaking arm and leaned towards her ear as he whispered.... "It had just begun."

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