For a single moment, I think I see pity in Ethan's eyes, as if hearing my plea has broken something inside him, and he is seriously considering letting me go.
But after regaining his composure, his golden eyes fill with hatred again, confirming my fears: he is not going to let me go...
“I waited a long time for you to come back, and I'm not going to let you go one more time without you paying everything you owe.” He sentences.
“I don't owe you anything, stop accusing me of something I'm not guilty of, of something unknown. That's enough for me.” I denied: “Enough is enough.”
“I told you I wanted to see you suffer,” he approached the stretcher and put his hand on my neck, without too much pressure, ”And I won't rest until I see you ask for forgiveness.”
When I hear him spouting his usu
