Always one to go by her instinct, Krystal imediately decided to get out of there, and fast. Driving back to her small cottage, she quickly put out the smoldering ashes of what was left of the fire, and packed her clothes. Finally she shut and locked the windows, turned out the lights, and left.
Krystal wasn't even to her car yet when a voice said, "where do you think you're going?"
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