He spoke darkly, slightly frustrated at my behavior. And all of a sudden, I came to a screeching halt and didn't move, I just lay still in his arms while he carried me.
I don't want to drown again, not again, and this thought made me stop my resistance to him.
He walked me silently somewhere and I heard a door opening and closing, it must be his house. A breath of relief left me when he didn't take me to the river and did as he threatened to.
But then again with fast footsteps and a door creaking open, I felt the surrounding was familiar and smelled the air only to find out that it was caked in my scent. It was my bedroom.
But wait, doesn't he always change my clothes and make me wear his shirt? As I was again going to resist him, he suddenly threw me on something soft.
I clutched the fabric underneath me to realize it was my bed. I didn't feel him moving or going out so the earlier thought of him changing me started nagging my mind.
