It's been almost five days since my detention in his arena. No sight of liberation.

Awaiting for my lost lover to hold my hand and never let it go, taking me away from his repugnance. Praying to tell my untold stories to him, to take me away from this prison but each passing second, takes away my hopes; tormenting me, hitting me with the reality that no one is here for me.

Just you watch. I will run away.

And after surveying things these days, I observed everything, when the security is the lowest, the safest way to escape.

And I finally found my chance. He was not coming to...