Chapter 12

I'm giving it my all, battling against the relentless strength of his grip that seems to tighten with each passing moment. It's as if a sixth sense has kicked in, warning me that whatever thoughts are swirling inside his head are far from favorable towards me. Every fiber of my being is consumed by an overwhelming sense of unease, a gut feeling that compels me to resist his hold with every ounce of strength I possess.

I relentlessly pummel his arm, hoping that the sheer force of my punches will compel him to release his grip. Yet, to my astonishment, he remains unfazed, as if impervious to any form of pain. It's as if his very being is shielded by an impenetrable barrier, rendering my attempts to break free futile.

With each strike, I pour all my frustration and desperation into the blows, willing him to feel even a fraction of the agony I'm experiencing. But his arm remains steadfast, as if carved from stone, refusing to yield to the onslaught of my fists.

As I cautiously examined my