I could hear someone talking, but I had a hard time telling if he was a friend or a foe. The moment I could feel my hands again, I threw punches at him, yelling hysterically, “Stay away from me!”
“Eve, it's me! I'm Christopher!” Judging by the man's hoarse voice, I was certain he was equally anxious. Inundated by remorse, he kept me safe in between his arms.
At that point in time, the only thing I had in mind was to flee the scene. In another attempt to escape, I launched another powerful kick at the man, but my effort was to no avail because I was still confined in between his arms.
After one last attempt to bite the man failed because of my dislocated jaw, I tried to knock the man off with my head while yelling, “Just kill me! Kill me instead of humiliating me!”
“I'm so sorry for being late, Eve! It's my fault for not being there for you! I'm Christopher! I'll never hurt you!”
Who's Christopher? Oh! Is he the one I have been waiting for? He's the only one who cares about me, isn't he? I returned to my senses and stared at the man with a look of disbelief. He was in an equally pathetic with his forehead drenched in blood and his face puckered in despair.