“As she stood in just about the worst part of London one could find, she never imagined she’d be this desperate. Still, it could be worse; she could be selling her virginity instead of merely her body. The hired hack jerked to life behind her, horses neighing. Their eagerness to escape this hell evident in their quick steps. Clara’s heart leapt into her throat. Her only means of escape was currently thundering down the cobbled street without her. Before she could utter a word of protest, fog env...eloped the vehicle and muffled the thump of wheels on rock. Moments later silence settled… cold and chill, much like the weather. She was stuck. Truly stuck. Surely she must be mad to have come here. But what choice did she have? None. The word felt as dark and oppressive as the night. The streets void of vehicles, she had no means of getting home without walking. Even though it was the eve of Christmas, in this weather and in this part of town, she hadn’t the slightest desire to stroll unescorted.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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