A Pawn I

Annalise's neckline became extra visible as her neck strained in fear and her eyes went round in shock due to the door closing right before her face.

She remained frozen at the doorstep as she stared at the structure of the tall wooden door, with many questions plagued her mind, she looked like someone whose face had been rudely splashed with mud.

The main question was; who closed the door? And how?

It felt as if the road to her freedom had completely abandoned her and shunned her out of it's existence, leaving her to face the trial of the one person she never wished to crosspath with ever again but as always fate likes to play this sort of unfriendly games with her. She still didn't get why it surprised her so much till now.

'Oh Lord, help my soul!' came the prayer that silently echoed in her head as she closed her eyes to recover a bit from all of this turn of events.