Rina ZanteI almost blamed myself; but put a stop on it. I was done doing that. I. . . I couldn't be blamed. No, I never imagined he would go that far. I never knew he was worse than a demon. I left the bathroom, fuelling with rage, and snatched my bags from the bed. As though this evening wasn't already worse, the door opposite opened just as I stepped into the corridor. If I could, I'd have gouged my eyes out for picking up that disgusting figure before me. But I couldn't. What, however, was in my power, was the ability to walk away. And when my name left his lips, oh how bad was the urge to turn around and punch that stupid mouth of his. "I'm talking to you."I spun around, as soon as he laid his hands on me, and pushed him. Hard on the chest. "Don't touch me. Leave me alone, you…" sick thing!"Excuse me?""I said, leave me alo—" His dirty hands covered my lips and he dragged me into the lounge. Despite the resistance I put up with. Pushing me in, he closed the door. "Are you
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