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Chapter 14: A Warm Hug

作者: Deji_B
last update 最終更新日: 2025-03-25 23:25:30

Despite the pain in my head, I didn't want to give up.

No, I couldn't give up.

How could I?

I know it was a far fetched dream but somewhere in my head, I wished that all the pain I've had to endure would be compensated by the best partner ever. Someone that would love and care for me deeply.

This was a part of me that I kept in hopes of giving to the person I would love for the rest of my life, and die with it if I didn't find that person.

I gathered my strength, of at least whatever was left of it and tried to struggle even if with my knees my knees.

I could crawl.

I could limp, anything.

Anything to get away from this man but it seemed like my body had already given up in me even if my mind still fought.

“No!!!” I screamed at myself and my legs when they refused to move.

I would rather die

“Kill me please!” I roared out to the monster of a man in front of me but he chuckled. His ugly teeth showing, and his body bubbling with excitement from my fear.

Everytime I whimpered, or cried o
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