Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Isabel remarked casually, “I’m heading to the beach for a quick walk. You don’t have to come with me.”

She only wanted some alone time to clear her head. Besides, she did not want to interrupt Carla who was immersed in watching her favorite show.

After she threw on her usual disguise of a mask and a hat, she made her way to the beach.

Most of the people at the beach at this hour were young people, many of them in pairs.

Isabel felt a little self-conscious when she saw all the lovebirds around her. She strolled along the beach for a while until she reached a distant part where there was nobody around. Then, she proceeded to sit on the sand.

While she was losing herself in the gentle sea breeze, a black sack was suddenly thrown over her head, catching her completely off guard. She felt her arms seized from behind as well, immobilizing her within seconds.

She was frightened by the sudden assault, and her first instinct was to resist.

Soon, she felt herself carried in the air with her arms still pinned to her back, leaving no room for resistance.

She shrieked at the top of her voice, "Help—"

"Isabel, you’d better keep your mouth shut if you don’t want anything to happen to you.” She heard a deep growl in her ears, and the voice was grim yet familiar.

She frowned. "Decker?"

She struggled vainly again before crying out, “Let me go, tell them to let me go!”

shrouded in darkness. She could feel herself carried in a

if you stop resisting and listen to what I

against him since her safety was the top priority. She wisened up and told Decker, “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. Just let me

sinister chuckle. “Sure, I'll have them untie you, but only after we get to

was she supposed to escape if

resorted back to crying for help, “Help! Somebody help! This person is trying

"Isabel, you’re a difficult one, aren’t you? Wait till I take you back. I’ll teach

threatening her, he lapped his other arm around Isabel’s waist to feel her up.

felt a wave of disgust and let out a muffled cry,

of me, you

She struggled violently.

while he continued advancing in the same direction

spilling through the sack. She noticed bright spots of lights, much like the street lamps lining the street next to the beach.

her

Decker’s voice.

the sound of a door being flung open, and she was then

so all she could do was toss and turn around awkwardly without hope of ever freeing

with fear as sweat poured

there no

Thump!

a terrific blow coming from outside