Ava relates:I didn’t know exactly how much time had passed, but I could swear it had been hours. Cecil had gone back to the adjacent room, and Mike kept pacing around me, thinking about what to do, murmuring different plans and, in many cases, rambling incoherently.Meanwhile, I remained seated in the same chair, terrified. At least the taste of blood in my mouth had faded, though my lips still felt swollen from the slap Mike had given me.I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen to me, to my pregnancy. I thought about Alex, my grandfather, about how Mike had turned into this horrible man, or maybe, deep down, he had always been like this, and I just hadn’t seen it before.I was so scared, and I couldn’t stop asking myself, how could I get out of this?It was getting dark, and I was hungry and exhausted. Mike hadn’t let me move from that chair, and all he had given me was some water and a small piece of bread. I felt like I was about to collapse at any moment when, finally, i
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