The Agreement Day

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Martha was holding my gown as i walked down the stairs that lead to the burning pit where a monster was waiting for me to chew me alive.

I was looking at the mass of people who were invited at my funeral.
Martha made me sit beside that stinky alcoholic Billy who was continously checking me out.
He tried to make eye contact with me but I refused to look at him
He then began to stroke my thighs. My eyes dilated and i removed his hand from my thighs with all my power which made him anger. All eyes were on us he felt ashamed so
he stood up and said

"aye  don't show your trashy attitude in front of me or else I will cut you off into pieces this is your final warning "

I was panicking soo much at that time i was chilled to my bones and i was having a conflict within my mind about my future.

Hurry up Lauren hurry up I can't waste my precious time here anymore.. Gimme that f*ing agreement NOW! Billy said after drinking his leftover wine

Lauren handed over him the agreement. With a huge smile on her face

One of the guest opened the ink box for Billy to dip his thumb into. This clearly indicates how illiterate Billy actually was.

As Lauren handed over the paper to me which says

1. ROSE CANNOT COME BACK TO HER HOUSE

2. ROSE CANNOT STEP OUTSIDE BILLY  HOUSE

3. ROSE CANNOT LEAVE BILLY UNTIL      2 YEARS

4.BILLY IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ROSE DEATH.

5.IF NOT FOUND HOME SHE WILL PAY $80,000 WHICH IS HALF THE ACTUAL PRICE PAID BY BILLY

SIGNATURE OF ROSE REQUIRED....

These were the conditions writter on that agreement

Martha grabbed my shoulder to make me stay calm as panic was clearly visible in my eyes. I closed my eyes full of tears and controlled my emotions as i was about to sign but i was interrupted by a voice.
The main door crash opened and a man appeared everything went on a pause and i was observing the dead silence in the hall.

All eyes were on the man attired in a tuxedo entering into the hall with those shiny black shoes.. Tuk tuk tuk.....

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