Lyra sluggishly walked into her house, the thought of her father being at home made her heart beat very fast.

“Goddess, have mercy on me tonight”. She pleaded, before she could take a step closer to the door, two strong arms gripped her, one on her mouth and the other curled around her waist.

“Don’t scream, baby”. Silas whispered, his grip tightening on her body as he picked her up forcefully, taking her outside to where the car was packed.

“What do you think you’re doing? If ...