We went home, it's been days since I went home but it feels like it's been years. I didn’t know when this place of horrors turned into a home but I am not complaining because I reside where my beloved does. Where he lives, I want to stay there till my last breath. To feel secure in his arms and never let them go, I want to stay with him. I want him and nothing else.
We reached home, I kept looking out of the window lost in thoughts. The view outside seems so free but still I felt restricted and suffocated.
As if some shackles are around my feet, taking me back to the cage of misery every time I try to break it.
'Can Christian eradicate this feeling of being defiled from me again? What if he broke saving me? He is in so much agony. When both of us are broken, who's gonna save whom? Would he ever want to touch my impure body?'
My thoughts were interrupted when Christian shook my shoulder, my breath hitched as I stiffed,
