Captive Passions
“They had all deserted her, every last stinking one of them. Slaves! Ingrates! Give them a home, food and honest work, and they turned on you for their thanks! Fear cloaked her perspiring body as she peered at the falling ash through her wide window. What did it mean? Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that this time would come to pass. Now, the damn volcano was finally going to spew forth all the venom it carried in its bowels.
She had to pack and get out of here without any help. Damn Sudi, damn the houseboys, damn everyone to Hell! Trunks! Where were the trunks? Damn Sudi.
Close to hysteria, she raked her fingers through her thick golden hair as she tried to recall where the trunks were stored. Behind the kitchen wall. Running to the kitchen, she slipped and fell. Cursing Sudi and the houseboys, she picked herself up and dragged the massive trunks into the middle of the floor. She bent down to open one and was revolted by a layer of mildew spotting the trunk’s lining. Fran...tically, she searched for a rag to wipe at the hateful black stains.MoreLess
She had to pack and get out of here without any help. Damn Sudi, damn the houseboys, damn everyone to Hell! Trunks! Where were the trunks? Damn Sudi.
Close to hysteria, she raked her fingers through her thick golden hair as she tried to recall where the trunks were stored. Behind the kitchen wall. Running to the kitchen, she slipped and fell. Cursing Sudi and the houseboys, she picked herself up and dragged the massive trunks into the middle of the floor. She bent down to open one and was revolted by a layer of mildew spotting the trunk’s lining. Fran...tically, she searched for a rag to wipe at the hateful black stains.MoreLess
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