Hanna
My hands slammed on the wooden door for the hundredth time. I continued to knock for as long as I could. Bruises formed around my palm and the knuckles of my hand, but I didn't stop. I wanted an escape from this room, this house and him.
"Someone, please, open up," I said with tiredness in my tone. I crumbled down on the ground and gathered myself. Agony spread through my body as a stream of tears flowed down my cheeks.
How vicious does a man have to be? My throat clenched with sobs as I came into realization. The lust and infatuation for that evil man was out of my head. I no longer had any desires and neither did I want to try anything with him.
The door swung open and the monster himself walked inside. I got up from the ground, my limply body barely could move. I had been trap
