Friday came faster than I expected – and I still didn’t have the money. I kept hoping I could find a way, but nothing worked out. And that very evening, he knocked on my door again.
This time, there wasn’t just cold distance in his eyes. There was a demand, something unyielding. “You said by Friday,” he reminded me, his voice firm.
I panicked. In desperation, I tried the same thing as before – slowly undressing, trying to show both my courage and my fragility. I played with my own body as if I could buy more time that way.
But this time, it wasn’t enough. His gaze was harder than before. He didn’t say a word, but the silence was worse than any accusation. I felt the thin line between us begin to blur.
My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear my own . I was cornered – financially, physically, and deep inside myself. Shame and fear tangled with something I didn’t want to admit. And I realized that this time, things would turn out differently.
