I Broke Free from His Love Chains

The sharp fruit knife sliced through my calf.

With a heavy limp, I staggered alone towards the clinic downstairs, desperate for a bandage to staunch the flow of blood.

But fate dealt me a cruel hand. On my way home, some shadowy figures yanked me into an empty alley.

They pinned me down to rape me.

I clutched my stomach.

With my last ounce of strength, I frantically dialed Andy for help.

Call after call, my cries fell on deaf ears.

Each time, the line went dead, a cold disconnection echoing my fading hope.

Just as my final breath was about to escape, a chilling message illuminated my phone's screen.

"Nora, unless you personally apologize to Ruby, don't expect my forgiveness."

The gang, with cold indifference, plucked the SIM card from my phone and cast it into the murky depths of the sewer.

As a ghostly spectator, I watched from the sidelines.

They dismembered my body to pack the pieces like macabre cargo and hurled them into the same sewer.

Andy would never know the depth of my despair when my calls for help were met with a brutal hang-up. Each silence was a dagger to my soul.

They would never hear my apology.