Her treatment was stopped, and the nurse left the house. She was angry as she accepted her fate and went to do her chore of cleaning his room. "I should be planning my life right now, but no. I'm here scrubbing toilets." She complained loudly as she cleaned. She didn't even know whether she was angry at herself or him.
Suddenly, she dropped the brush and stood up to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She removed the scarf she had used to cover the mark on her. "You shouldn't have signed that contract, Amelia. You wouldn't have ended up like this," she said to herself, rubbing the mark as if to wipe it off.
"He would have killed my family if I hadn't." She sighed. "But how can I persuade him? Begging can't do it again, especially when I can't even control the anger happening to me la
