IX

DELILAH

I anxiously wait there because I cannot even do anything except do it. I am chained and whimpering silently. I am surprised that I am stuck in such a place, amid these criminals. I am sadder and less surprised at my luck.

As I shed my tears sitting there, I did not realize when the door opened in that room and a man came and stood in front of me. I am so lost in my misery that I do not even realize anything unless he calls my name.

"Del," he says, his voice coming soft. The small shaking movements in my body — especially my shoulders come to halt as I hear that soft and familiar voice.

I can never forget that voice. I cannot count how many times he has called me by my name in such a sweet voice, in such an admiring manner, with such a longing depth.

I slowly raise my head and look up at the person. My wet eyes widen as I stare at the person before I quietly mumble, "Nicholas?"

That means I was not wrong. I can never go wrong in recognizing his face. I have looked many time