I turned around, I had been sleepless for the last 4 nights. She had had the audacity to put on her old clothes after she had cleaned herself, it still made me furious, she had chosen not to wear the dress I had gotten for her. I still remembered the fight afterward. "What are you wearing!" I had screamed at her, she had looked scared for a moment, surprised at my anger "What the hell do you mean?! I'm wearing my fucking clothes, you idiot!" Her anger had started showing "No you are wearing some old dirty rags!" when I had noticed tears starting to roll down her cheeks, "What... what did you just call my clothes! is my style UGLY?!" she had screamed she didn't move, I moved closer hoping that she would've backed down, but she didn't instead she had made it worse. She took the dress and dunked it into the water, where after she had picked it up, ripping it apart. she had then thrown the ruined dress in my face "Well, if you don't want to wear it, then you will wear nothing!" I had then grabbed her by her wrists tightening my grip, I had tied her up again. She had screamed in anger and pain. I had left and gotten a pair of scissors, I had then ruined her clothes, and ripped it off her. She had screamed and then she just became quiet, she had stared at me while trying to cover her body. tears rolling down her face. I had realized what I had done and tried moving closer, she had screamed and started attacking me, "You monster, you evil disgusting monster! don't you ever talk to me again!" I had been taken by surprise of her anger and had left.
I had been down there a few times since, to give her some food and things so she could wash her self. She hadn't talked to me since only glared, whenever I came close she would move back. Maybe she is scared of me I don't know. Whenever I brought clothes she would throw it at me. the only thing she had said to me since then was "I'm not allowed to wear anything!" she had then thrown the water at me and made me soaked. I hadn't brought any clothes since. She hadn't stopped screaming, but I could hear the way she would stop her self, her stifled cries, she didn't want anything to do with me anymore...
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