[22] Mrs. Mcmaster

◓ Maze ◓

Staring at the ceiling, I couldn't hold the tears that stung my eyes.

I let them flow as long as they could fall. Hot tears crossed my face, slowly gliding down my sideburns.

I wasn't angry with how he tried to manhandle me. I was angry at myself.

I so hate myself. I hate that I couldn't stop him. I hate that I couldn't defeat him. He could easily trample me as long as he wanted. How come I couldn't stop him from whatever he was doing? How come I fall so weak in front of his might?

"What if he didn't let me go? What if he decided to do it again?" different thoughts were running inside my mind.

I shoved all my thoughts and got out of bed. I walked into the bathroom to freshen up and take a shower.

Just as I entered the bathroom, I was kind of shocked. It was fully white inside with a large white bathtub set in the middling, and a row of mirrors was attached to one side, another side a large bowl-shaped glass basin was placed with a large mirror joined to it.

There was a larg