"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Nathan screamed hysterically. He released his grip on Cecelia's neck and proceeded to destroy the room's contents.

He split the bed board in two, took apart the wardrobe, then grabbed the pieces of furniture and began to hit the walls aimlessly. Nathan seemed to go crazy and vent his pain in this confined room.

“I hate that woman!”

Cecelia sat silently in the midst of the mess, watching Nathan's actions.

After blowing off steam for half an hour, Nathan stopped. He looked vaguely up at the ceiling, and his blood-colored eyes covered with a watery mist.

Cecelia stared at Nathan and felt an urge...