Antonio scooped Angela up in his arms, cradling her against his chest. She was so small and fragile.

“I am at my limits, Freckles,you better be able to handle me”.

“No… please..my body is still sore..”

Angela breathed hotly,her legs still weak.

She had so much to say but her body has not fully recovered from the sweet torture yet.

“Where..are…you…taking…”

She paused, taking a break.

“Save the Strength, Freckles”.

Anthonio replied and walked out of the emergency room, carefully navigating the busy hallways. 

The female servants they met on the way bowed and mumbled words to each other. 

Angela felt so ashamed being carried like a child,not only that,the...