Love By Psychopaths
CHAPTER 33 33 : MY STRUGGLE

A while Darrel cried, then shortly after that his cries slowly began to be heard. Soon I began to feel Darrel's hand rubbing my hair.

"Why are you still not speaking" Darrel said as he whispered into my ear, in his cold tone.

That's what made my body stiffen, unable to speak as Darrel's angry tone started to come out. Darrel stood up and left me.

I don't know what Darrel has in mind, all it looks like is Darrel's angry face.

I don't know how long I've been here. Darrel never came back. I began to cough lightly as a sign of my lack of drinking. My throat is getting dry, and there's nothing else here. Even if there was raw water, maybe I would drink it.

my stomach hurts, as if all the cells in it were clashing against each other. Not to mention my right leg in the bandage, now bleeding marks must be replaced. I also noticed my body, where the rattan marks were still not lost.

"I... I didn't do anything really, maybe he was like that because I didn't give him enough to drink"

Degs....

My heart rate was hunting for a moment when I remembered Darrel's words. When I looked at Ellis's situation, it was probably as I felt it now.

"Did he start throwing me away too?" I said with trembling fullness.

But I didn't give up. I have to try to survive. I began to try to walk, with a splice between the walls to get to the door.

"Ck! Shit!" swear when I really can't stand.

My legs are all hurting, even now there's more blood coming out. I started to shed tears, as the bruises on my body also started to hurt.

Steadily crawling on the floor, and enduring all the pain I felt. Not only the body and legs, now my fingers also began to bleed. Maybe it was because I was dragging my own body, with the help of fingers in order to crawl forward.

With occasional drag I look behind me. Where there are blood spots on the floor because it scratches with wounds on my legs. It was very painful, really I felt the wound on my right leg start to spread because I was crawling like this.

"Please.." I groaned as I reached the doorway.

I started trying to pull it but it still failed. As I expected, this door had been locked before.

Fortunately, I had already picked up something on the nightstand near my bed. It's like a hairpin, but it's not. Anyway, this can definitely be used.

I fiddled with this hairpin to be in such a form. It was fortunate that Key taught me, even though I didn't pay much attention to him.

"Lord... Please... Help me!!" I said while screaming and crying when it turned out that my efforts were not working.

"I've fought my life until now, there's no way I'll give up on this kind of thing. I've fought so far not to stop here!!!" I said with tears flowing.

I said while occasionally shouting and hitting the door, hoping to be open.

...Clamps......

The sound of the door opening, when I was a little desperate. I opened the door slowly with tears of happiness. But it didn't last long when I saw someone's foot behind the door.

"I've seen you since, I love you so much that I helped you open the door... How about that?" darrel said clichefully, then crouched down to match his height with my body crawling on the floor.