Chapter Two
Zara backed away, slowly. Her fear of Mr. Jordan was
apparent. Seizing her arm, he fell upon her neck, kissing her with
savage and cruel lips. Struggling, she broke free and ran from him.
Deeper and deeper into the sullen forest she tread, his whip are her
heels.
Out of exhaustion, she fell to the ground beneath a
quivering weeping willow. A creek sped past her and, in despair, she
claimed unconsciousness.
Mr. Jordan, being out of breath, came
upon Zara's limp body and was glad of the solitude. His way was cruel
and when he had finished he slunk back to his cabin. For a lengthy time
Zara lay quiet. Wishing for the pain her body was feeling to cease.
She
managed to crawl back to her hovel and, in pure agony, fell upon the
corn husk bed. When the cheerful sun arose, Zara was pale with fever and
chilled to the marrow of her bones. She prayed for death to come, but
it didn't. She cried out for someone to save her from her anguish, but
no one came.
Then, slowly, she began to concoct a plan to exact
her revenge on Mr. Jordan. She would murder him. And no one would ever
find out. Yes, that's it, she would kill him after torturing him for all
the torment she had suffered at his cruel hands. And when Mr. Jordan
came again to claim her, she was ready.
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