Laura’s Point of View.
“Go on. Do it. I don’t give a damn,” I declared, daring him to kill me.
At first, I expected him to feel guilty and repent for his sins, to kneel before me and ask for my forgiveness; if he did, I would have considered forgiving him for betraying me. Instead, he let me down. I had no idea he could lay a finger on me, let alone hurt or even kill me with his bare hands.
How could he not feel regret? How could he not feel pity for me?
I struggled with all my might to break free, but his strength was overpowering. I could feel myself gasping for air, trying to draw in enough oxygen to continue fighting, but I felt as though there was nothing left for me to take. He held fast, his fingers digging into my flesh. I kicked out hard, but he didn’t flinch or back up. He wa
