YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.
Your life has always been a horrible mess, like happiness didnāt want you to be happy.
Being caged, used and controlled was all your life could offer, and you just couldnāt stop it or escape it.
But then you met him. You thought he was a different person, so even after being warned, you chose to go with him, straight into a trap you would never escape from.
He was cold, blunt, and unhappy himself, so when you expected him to say, āThis is your home now, do whatever you want, for I will always protect you,ā disappointment slapped because he said this instead:
āI own you now. Youāll be in charge of all the cooking and cleaning in this house. You are not permitted to take one step out of this mansion; making any little mistake could cost you your life. Whenever I call you, respond immediately, donāt make me call you twice; that could also cost you your life. This house must remain clean as it is right now, and at night, be on guard in this house. I donāt want to catch you sleeping, it might also cost you your life⦠I hope you understand.ā
Just then you realised, you were been owned again, not being loved.
The 25th of September is always a day of agony, torment, misery, pain and anguish.
It all started on the 25th of September, and just like it started⦠would it end?
Is Felix not who you pictured him to be? Would he turn out to be a bigger mess⦠or not.
What would happen to you now, Benita?