Now I told myself the real truth. It is better to run away from a man who kills and collects the victim's family member as a trophy, trying to play the only role God was permitted to do.
I wanted to run, to flee there and then, but I couldn't help myself. I can only shed tears very bitterly, cursing my fate again and again.
At last, as the hours rolled by, Malva didn't get out, nor did I overhear his movement in the bedroom. Silence fell absolutely as time passed by.
At long last, the morning light came, and there, on the couch, I still sat. My eyes were already puffy and my head was splitting from the headache. I felt dejected and extremely disheartened.
After long hours and a lack of sleep, I have arrived at a decision. Yes. A decision.
Ahead of me, I overheard the movement at
