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I'm suffering, and he doesn't understand it.
He says he loves me, but is it love?
It's better to plow seven days a week with a depraved roommate than this.
Now I'm sitting in the basement.
In a cold, damp basement.
What time is it?
What day of the week is it now?
Where am I at all?
There is no answer.
And probably never will be.
I scratch the wall with the chain that is chained to my leg.
Judging by the marks, I've been here for over a month.
Are they looking for me?
Perhaps.
I hope they find it.
TK he immediately seemed unfriendly to me, and he told me to stop communicating with this type.
Why didn't I listen to him?
The only thing that allows me to know the time of day is his arrival.
In the morning and at lunch, he just brings food, and in the evening...
I hate to think about it.
What about my friends?
TK and Lucy?
Maybe this psycho killed them, and I do not know?
No!
You can't think about it.
I hope for the best.
I hope the cops find me before he kills me.
When I tried to escape, he found me and wanted to break my leg with the words: "you have to answer for your actions," "I believed you, but you destroyed all trust," "so you definitely won't run away."
I had to beg him almost on my knees with tears not to do it.
I haven't been eating much lately.
Maybe I can starve myself to death?
He noticed this and actively asks about how I feel.
I'm silent.
And what can a man on a chain feel, who was sung in the basement?
That's right, it sucks.
He doesn't seem to understand it either.
Because he's still asking and waiting for an answer from me.
One day an idea came to my mind.
What if I strangle myself with a chain?
It's a good idea, but I'll put it off until "better" times.
***
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***
Six months have passed.
My body is all bruised, scratched and bitten.
And because of the lack of appetite, she lost weight and turned pale.
The only thought I had in my head was to strangle with a chain.
He came in at lunch, as usual.
The last time I saw him.
I ate quite a bit.
He's gone.
the chain is around my neck.
I was about to pull it to strangle myself when I heard a crash outside the basement door.
It's like the door was whitewashed.
I hear voices.
Other people's voices.
The chain instantly flies off my neck and rings loudly on the floor.
I can hear his voice.
He shouts that he won't betray me.
I hear a shot and his scream.
Judging by his voice, which is still threatening the police, they did not cause him a fatal injury.
The door to the basement opens, and then everything is plunged into fog.
They take me out of the basement.
I see him wounded in the shoulder.
That he looks at me with sadness.
it was as if all the sweets had been taken away from the child.
I am his sweetness.
I see TK, Lucy and Don.
They're taking me away in an ambulance.
***
A month later I was discharged from the hospital.
I was present at the trial.
He was imprisoned.
I'm free now.
Free from HER boyfriend.
