Chapter 3 - Arthur Pulls Clara From The Dark Underground Prison
Arthur snapped out of his momentary shock, dropping to his knees beside the open brass floor hatch with urgent intensity.
“Clara, grab my hands right now!” Arthur commanded, leaning his upper body over the dark, foul-smelling opening.
Clara reached up, her bruised fingers locking tightly around Arthur’s strong wrists as he pulled with all his might.
With a final heave, Arthur hauled his wife out of the dark hole and onto the polished marble flooring of the grand foyer.
Lily sobbed with relief, throwing her small arms around Clara’s waist and burying her face into her dust-covered skirt.
“Mommy... you’re safe, you’re finally safe!” Lily cried, kissing her mother’s dirt-streaked hands repeatedly.
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Arthur stood up slowly, his eyes locked on the two security guards standing rigidly near the grand mahogany staircase.
“Secure this hatch immediately and bring me the master blueprints of the mansion’s foundation,” Arthur ordered coldly.
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