Kidnapped by the hot beast

I just ran from the most dangerous man of country.

But I've not won yet.

I'm still extremely anxious.

I feel like any moment Ian can break through the taxi glasses and snatch me away.

I'm feeling vulnerable.

When I decided to run, I never felt this but now I feel like I have made a mistake.

For a moment I considered turning and going back to Ian. He would firgive me if I go back now.

Right?

He could still be asleep.

He won't even notice my running ever.

It was chilly but I could feel the moisture of distress and anxiety pouring out of my forehead.

Did I make a mistake.

Would I regret it?

I sighed.

No

There's no turning back.

Not now.

Its too late.

What's done is done.

I did the right thing.

It was only the matter of time for me to lose my mind with him.

I can't just stay locked.

Just as taxi stopped in front of my apartment, I hurriedly got inside and grabbed my savings with a few of clothing items and shoved them in a plastic bag.

I grabbed a long brown hair wig.

I had one because I've short hair and I love long brown hair.

I wore it at the fairwell.

It would be best to change my appearance.

I wore it and black glasses that covered half of my face.