" Are you going to kill me? " I asked him with a shaky voice. He didn't answer. I had heard it from my grandma that silence means the answer is yes. The tears started flowing involuntarily.

" I am really sorry for what I did. I will be a good wife, I promise. " I won't die. This was not my fault. We have one life and to lose it because of someone else is worthless. I won't die a victim, I was a survivor. He looked at me shocked. And noticed the cloth not on my mouth.

" You say it every time I catch you " He...