I was mid-way into my thoughts when I felt his cold grip on my wrist. His nails slowly pierced into my hands as his grip became tighter, I gasped in pain, but I dared not utter any other word as a few drops of tears slowly left my eyes as I watched my blood drop from my wrist. His nails were so sharp that they were causing injuries to my wrist. He pulled me roughly towards his car and he opened the door and pushed me in.
He sat at the driver's seat and started the car still not saying a word to me. I reached out for my bag to grab my towel, and I used it to tie my wrist to suppress the bleeding. Is he not aware of the injuries he was inflicting on me? I groaned bitterly, but I didn't make the noises loud to avoid getting him more annoyed than he already was. I began to question my life choices, and several crazy thoughts kept flying through my head.
