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I woke up in the dark with my head heavy and painful. When I try to sit up, it immediately starts spinning around. God. It's just as if I violently hurt my head before falling asleep.

No. I didn't fall asleep. I passed out.

Shit, shit, shit. I now remember. Me running up the dark corridor, this twisted guy trying to catch up with me, I then reached the stairs and the door at the top, but it was locked and I fainted.

I failed. Once again.

I straighten up in a hurry on that same old mattress, feeling nauseous as I realise that I just came back to the starting point. But when I try to get up and walk to the door of my cell and pound on it and call for help, I am holding back by the rope around my wrists. I pull on it but there is nothing I can do; it gets tighter each time.

My mouth fells agape when I understand; he fucking fastened me to a ring in the wall. As if it wasn't enough to lock me in that cell, he now prevents me to move from my bed. He has limited my liberty once more and this is the last straw. I feel my eyes filling up with tears and they soon start to roll down my cheeks. I cry for everything I have suffered from the beginning, everything he has told me and done to me. I cry because I have no hope anymore and this unpleasant feeling overwhelms my whole body as I start to go into spasm.

"Babygirl, why are you crying? Don't cry, please." a husky voice says in the dark.

I jump from surprise, still feeling the salty taste of my tears in my mouth. I recognise this voice. It's his voice. I look all around me but I can't even see his silhouette in the dark. How long has he been here for?

I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and sniff as I try to calm down, but as soon as I start speaking I just start crying again. I feel so helpless.

"Grace, my name is Grace." I remember him though I'm sure he hasn't forget this. "And I cry because I'm tired and I'm drained emotionally and physically! I cry because you scare me and because I maybe won't ever get out of here. You treat me like a goddamn slave and you dare asking me why I am crying?! I thought you loved me!" I cry. I tell him everything that weighs on my heart even if I know this won't make him change his mind.

"But I do love you, Grace. I love you so much." he says in a very low voice and that sends me chills down my spin. His tone sounded like he really thought what he was saying, but I wonder how he can love me if he doesn't even know me. This is crazy. But I decide to play his game.

"Then you should respect me and let me go." I say and I pause to think about what I am going to say next. "If you love a flower, let it be. Do not pick it up to keep it and bring it home with you because it would fade and die."

I am pretty satisfied with my idea and the image of the flower suits perfectly to what happens to me.

"You don't understand, I want what is best for you." he speaks in a very calm voice as if he was talking to a child and that upsets me even more.

"You don't know what is best for me! You don't even know me. I miss my family so much, they know me, you don't!" I yell at him as I feel the tears in my eyes again.

"But I am your only family now." he says with a very calm voice. I can then hear him approaching me as his feet rub the beaten earth floor when he walks.

"No, you are not! Let me go!" I scream and I just want to throw myself on him and slap him in the face, kick him and punch him in the chest and scratch him over and over again. I want him to be in pain and to suffer as much as he makes me suffer.