She ran to her room with tears in her eyes. Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, she cried, touching her neck. She took some soap and rubbed it on her neck before applying water, but no matter what she did, it didn't wipe off.
Once again, being nice has brought her into trouble. She should have just left him. Maybe if he had died, she would have been free. But here, she was, saving the devil in her life and causing more problems.
She sat on the floor of the bathroom as she thought of a way out, but she knew there was nothing she could do. She was hoping to escape from him, but that wasn't possible again. He had marked her. She's finally trapped.
She didn't leave the bathroom, nor did she go out to cook lunch or breakfast. After some hours later, she finally dragged herself t
