I was shaking from the cold, the only thing I was wearing was my underwear and my blanket. It was freezing, he still hadn't given me any other clothes that I wanted. I hated him even more now. After the fight, I had only spoken to him once, to basically say that I didn't want any of his clothes. I refused to break the silence, but it would happen soon. My menstruation should be just around the corner. I had to speak to him about everything I would need. I sighed, I hadn't been sleeping well these last nights. Whenever I had been screaming I always stopped myself hoping he didn't hear me. I don't think he has heard me, he hasn't been down checking in on me since. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, I missed my family... I was afraid and angry. Before the fight started he had said something that he would see me, my body sooner or later or more correctly he had said: "hmm... you do know that I'll see you at some point..." I was still scared, yes he had seen more of my body than I wanted, but still... Was he gonna do it by force, when would he do it... I hated him for making me feel this way. I remember when we met, he promised he would never hurt me... that promise was broken so long ago... I want to go home, but my plan is still not ready...
                                      
                                          
                                   
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