I Need To Make It Out Of Hell Alive

Elsa POV No, Elsa, we can do this. I won’t die here. No, I can’t die here. I have to make it out alive.” I can’t move my hands or my legs. I am stuck. Elsa found herself gasping for breath as she was trapped inside a locked container filled with water. My name is Elsa. I’m struggling between life and death; my life is a living hell. He wants to kill me for revenge. Was this why he married me? All this time, I thought my life would be better after I married the love of my life, but little did I know he hated me to the core. But no, I won’t die like this. I refuse to die like this. If anyone is to die here today, it won’t be me. Now Elsa’s eyes were wide open as she received newfound strength and energy. With a much stronger will to live, Elsa used her last strength to push open the container’s lock. The cold breeze caressed her skin. It was hard to breathe, but Elsa wasn’t willing to give up just yet. It was cold; goosebumps were already all over her hands. She could feel her heart beating faster than ever. “It’s his leg,” she thought as she slowly looked up at the masculine figure standing in front of her. She was in pain, but she just couldn’t ignore the dashing handsomeness of her husband. His chest was firm and sexy. She looked up at his smooth neck that made her want to offer herself immediately. “But wait, what?” In a moment, all admiration disappeared. Immediately, all she could focus on was his firm face. “Is he smiling right now? He’s f*****g enjoying this!!”