I am actually crying writing these things. But if I do not write the whole story, what she will do next will not make sense. I cannot just write "And she was tortured for days," and expect you to understand how a broken person acts.
Alexander gave me a fiendish smile. "So cute, beautiful. I am not bluffing, love." He leaned down to me. "So what will your choice be? The clock is ticking." I tried to take a step forward, away from him. There is no way I can do this. Alexander's arms kept me in place. The grip on my arms was so strong that I am sure I will get more bruises. Alexander clicked his tongue. "You got only two options. Either one is fine by me. Do not think that you can fool me. I will give you three seconds. Three..."
"Two..." I tried to pull away from him but he would not budge
