Percival, I Hate You So Much

Eulalia was in agony, her jaw nearly dislocated, tears uncontrollably dropping from her half-closed eyes. Her grip on the iron chain did not loosen but tightened as if she intended to crush it.

Percival frowned, his hand loosening as he released her, “Why the tears? You’re so scared of just the thought of killing me? If you’re this afraid, why even entertain the thought?”

Eulalia collapsed on the bed, unable to control her tear glands, hating herself for being so powerless that she couldn’t even harm the person who hurt her. When Eulalia cried, it was with a pursed mouth and clenched teeth, stifling her sobs until they became choking gasps, which was agonizing to hear.

Percival pried Eulalia’s hand off the chain and tucked her into the blanket.

Eulalia continued to cry, the recent events haunting her like a nightmare.

Percival felt a pang in his heart watching her cry, turning on the light and carefully wiping her face with a tissue.

Her courage was like that of a cat, bold enough to