Brandon dragged me down the hallway and towards a bedroom.

His fingers squeezed my neck tightly and my neck feels like it's on fire! It feels like a rope being slid up and down the inside of my throat. I screamed and wiggled and tried to pry his fingers off.

Brandon grunted and slid me into the bedroom. He quickly shut the door behind him and he dropped the key into his underpants.

I hurriedly got up and kicked him in his balls. Brandon gasped and moaned, sliding to the floor. I grasped the doorknob and I wiggled and yanked it. The door wouldn't budge.

I pounded on the door and slid down to the floor. I stared into space thinking, what kind of hell am I living in?

I looked down to Brandon. He was clutching his nuts, staring at me with pitiful eyes. A tear rolled down his cheek.

Every breath I took burnt my lungs. But God, I've never seen him cry before.

I felt a hot tear slid down my face. Then another.

"Miana..."

I quickly looked away. I was now sobbing.

"Miana, please, forgive me."

"Why should I?" I snapped.

"Because, I'm just now realizing what I am doing. What I have done," He closed his eyes.

Excitement swirled through my body. Does this mean that he's going to let me free?!

"Because of you, I look like shit. Because of you, my family is worried. Because of you, I have marks all over my body. Because of you, my life changed to total hell."

Brandon had his eyes still closed. He breathed deeply in and out. "I know, I know. That's why I'm going to do something for you."

"Really?!" I couldn't help but let the excitement run freely.

"Yes. I won't hurt you as much. I will be careful when handling you."

Anger boomed throughout my body. Evil flashed in my eyes. Crazy took over my hands.

In full speed, I charged at Brandon.