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Sewn Lips: Her Silent Cry For Justice

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1027    |    Released on: 24/04/2026

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my eye. My breath hitched, a pathetic

world to

t me like a physical blow. My body violently convulsed against the nylon straps. The sound took me straight back to th

cloud of C4 smoke, a figure

li

ive leather shoes crunched over the concrete rub

hrown against the load-bearing wall. He groaned

er mad

enclosed space. The guard's wrist exploded in a spray of crimson. He let out a piercing, p

even flinch. I just sta

ific acid burns covering my back. He saw the crude, swollen stitches on

shrank to

d. The veins in his hands bulged against his skin. The thick material snapped under his raw, violent strength. He had promised me years ago tha

ding me up, my ruined

his chest, his movements incredibly ge

y suture needle abandoned on the floor. My throat worked, but

from his body heat. He wrapped it tightly around my s

men stepped forward and drove a combat boot through the man's knee. Th

k their hands," he ordered, his voi

. The asylum's maximum-security red alarm fi

s earpiece. The pilot. The ro

"The nightmare is over, Audrey," he whispered, h

down my face. The last ounce of my adrenaline vanish

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k P

shed it past a hundred and twenty miles per

feed. The blaring sound of the red alarm echoed th

my chest. I couldn't breathe. Audrey was my caged canary. She was supposed to be s

heavy iron gates, the metal screeching as my car tore through them. The tires bur

en before the car e

rithed on the ground, groaning in agony. Every

bloody water, and I nearly slipped. I stumbled down the concrete sta

in the d

chair w

. Beneath the chair was a massive, bli

ey landed on a small, metallic object in the c

igh-pitched ringing drowned out the wail

f a guard bleeding out on the floor. His

, my vision swimming with

n. "Armed... armed men," he choked

ness mixed with explosive rage. I turned and punched the concrete load

the room hit my throat. My stomach violently revolted. I

rough his suit. He held up a tablet. "Sir! An u

t the blinking red dot moving away on the radar

ely. I want this airspace

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Sewn Lips: Her Silent Cry For Justice
Sewn Lips: Her Silent Cry For Justice
“My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed. But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child. My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut. "She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call.”