Look What You Made Me Do

13

Normally, Dylan beat me to punish me.

But he must have wanted to kill me that night.

Dylan threw me on the sofa and got on top of me, squeezing my neck with both hands.

For a moment, I thought I was doomed.

What a pity! I hadn't even enjoyed my life!

If I could start over again, I would tell Dylan on the day of our first encounter, "Tomorrow is not okay."

If only I could survive and restart my life!

Suddenly, the grip was loosened, and the air was surging into my lungs. I knelt on the sofa and coughed violently.

"Say you were wrong, Carol. Say you will never leave me again."

I spent some time calming myself down.

Then I answered him word by word, "You wish!"

"Really?" Dylan sneered. "Do you want me to kill your ex again?"

I suddenly raised my head and saw an iPad in front of me. There was a video of a dark workshop.