I whirled with a gasp. A prickly sensation covered my limbs as I struggled to breath in.
What was that!
It can't be. Can it?
He can't be here!
I blinked furiously and my vision adjusted to the dark figure in front of me.
Please tell me it's not him!
Anything just not him.
I whimpered quietly.
A fury look covering his face , his fists toughened at his sides while I could see smoke coming out of his nostrils.
That triggled alarms ringing in my head and I felt my legs weakening.
Why?
I was so carefull!
I never ever left this suffocating room!
Then why!
He stormed towards me, his wrath evident from his stomping steps.
I put my head down, my hair covering my face.
Its useless.
Everything I try, it's useless.
I should be running.
But I was exhausted. I just wanted it to end badly. The days of alarm, nights of dread rendered me impassive.
And what outcome there would be?
What guarantee was there that I would be able to escape him?
He would catch me again easily.
It was stupid to run from him in the first place.
I winced as his arm circled around my throat but didn't repulse.
"It was a bad move", he growled menacing.
I wasn't looking at him. His hand went to my hair and pulled a fist full of my hair, forcing my head up.