“Not today,” he replies, and disappears into the hallway, leaving the door open.

I twitch my arms and legs, which are also tied to the bed with a rope and want to fall through the ground.

- Burn in hell! I shout to him, not thinking that he can hear.

But a distant booming laugh lets me know that the message has reached the addressee. So I keep screaming, tempting fate

- Don't you feel sorry for me? Are you going to kill a defenseless girl? Have you never lost loved ones, relatives, and can you leave it like this?

Terribly painful for the hands, feet, soul. The head doesn't...