The sound of my feet as I run downstairs and the chains that bound my feet and hands, now cut off, echo throughout the mansion. My head is dizzy from shock, and my eyes are blurry from my tears. I have a hard time breathing, but that doesn't stop me from running. It is my fault. I shouldn't have made a deal with this devil. I shouldn't have dreamed of being free, of buying everything I want, of living happily and extravagantly, because the consequence I am facing is far worse than I could have imagined. My body is covered with bruises, my lips are swollen, my neck bears his visible fingerprints from when he choked me, and my thighs have blueish marks from when he hit me with a wooden golf club. I have been beaten nearly to death! And I can't take it anymore, I have to ------- My vision becomes blurry as I feel something liquid running down my head, dripping onto my forehead and face. I lose my balance and, unable to protect any part of my body, I unconsciously roll down the stairs. He threw a vase at my head. I rolled backward onto the floor. I saw him looking at me with eyes that seemed demonic. He didn't see me as a person. I was just one of his collections. But why won’t he let me go? I didn’t speak and just kept looking at him. When I saw him slowly descending the stairs while holding a baseball bat in his right hand, Each step he took made my heart pound louder. I quickly stood up, even though my steps were still unsteady. I kept on staggering. But I have to leave this place. "Rennier," his soft voice calling my name sent chills down my spine. I quickened my pace. My breathing became faster. "Rennier, my love." He sounded so sweet, but I knew how much his anger was surging now. 'I’m going to escape. I’m going to leave.' But I stumbled when I felt him grabbing my hair, which I hadn't been able to cut because he had locked me up. "Arghh," I shouted. "Let me go." And he did. He threw me to the floor forcefully. I coughed up blood. "Rennier, why are you so stubborn?" He leaned down to look at me. He smiled. "You wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't disobeyed me." I cried while looking at him. "Let me go, Jake." His handsome face suddenly changed. His lips formed a thin line, and his brows furrowed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to say that?" he growled. "You're mine. Mine." He repeated it with emphasis. "You'll never escape me."