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As Samuel dragged me towards the police station, a mixture of fear, anxiety and anger took hold of me. Every step we took echoed the sound of my life crumbling before my eyes. I felt lost, exposed, like all my defenses had been knocked down and now I was at the mercy of people who could use my secret against me.

As I sat in that police car, my hands cuffed, I felt a tight knot in my chest and a mix of emotions invaded my mind. Knowing that I might never see Ravi and Gael, my most precious loves, again was a painful blow that echoed in every fiber of my being.

The uncertainty of what was to come tormented me. I could feel the weight of regret weighing on my shoulders, the relentless conscience reminding me of the life I had taken. By killing Talita, I had crossed a line, plunged into a darkness from which I could not easily escape.

The prospect of facing the justice system, of being tried and possibly sentenced to prison, was frightening. I imagined the years stretching out before me, an existence limited by bars and cold walls, while my son grew up far from me.

Remorse burned inside me. I wished I could go back in time and make a different decision, avoid all this chaos that had unfolded. But I couldn't go back, I couldn't undo what had already been done. Reality pulled me to the present, where I would have to face the consequences of my actions.

As the car headed towards the police station, I tried to find some kind of comfort, a small spark of hope in the darkness. My thoughts turned to Ravi and Gael, and I clung to the image of their smiles, the memory of the happy times we had together. They were my strength, my motivation to fight and find a way to redeem myself with Ravi.

Looking back, I remember the relationship I had with my ex-girlfriend and professional colleague with a mixture of love, joy and pain. There were moments of happiness and complicity between us, we shared dreams and aspirations, and we worked side by side to achieve our goals. However, as time passed, our relationship began to deteriorate. Frequent arguments and bitter disagreements undermined the trust we had in each other.

The reality of my crime unfolds before my eyes every night in tortuous nightmares. The image of the person I once loved and cared for is now clouded by the memory of what I became. I feel a relentless emptiness inside me, having lost not only the person I loved, but also myself.

If I could go back, if I could reverse time and make a different decision, I would do it in a heartbeat. But unfortunately, there is no undoing the past. All I can do is face the consequences of my actions, accept the punishment that awaits me and seek, within myself, the hope of a future in which I can, in some way, find redemption.

I feel completely devastated knowing that my son will be raised by strange people, especially after everything I dreamed and planned for him alongside Ravi. The idea of being separated from him is like a punch in the stomach, a deep pain that seems to have no end.

The uncertainty of my son's future haunts me. Will he be loved and cared for the way I would? Will he miss me, even if he's too little to understand what's happening?

Despite all the difficulties I would face, a flame of hope still shines within me. I cling to the idea that one day I could regain my freedom and be by my son's side again.

Sharp pains shot through my body like flaming daggers. Each throb seemed to take away a piece of my sanity. I was in the passenger seat, trying to contain the despair that was taking over me. With each kilometer covered, the pain increased in intensity and I felt like I could no longer bear it.

- Samuel, please stop the car! - I beg, with a trembling voice full of distress. But he just shook his head and continued driving, as if my pleas meant nothing. Sweat was running down my face, my breathing was short and my heart was beating wildly.

I knew something was wrong. The pain was unbearable, beyond anything I had ever felt before. It felt like a mix of stabs and burns, leaving me on the verge of collapse. My mind was clouded, and I couldn't even articulate coherent words to express the torment I felt.

The road stretched out before us, with its winding contours and deserted landscape. Every turn seemed to prolong my agony, as the world around me turned into an indistinct blur. Tears began to stream down my face, a mixture of physical pain and emotional anguish.

- Please, Samuel - I murmur, hoping that just Once upon a time he was pious - I can't take it anymore, I need help. I'm not feeling well...

But he remained unfazed, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. I felt a mixture of anger and despair rising inside me. How could he just ignore my suffering? How could he be so insensitive to my despair?

The vehicle continued to advance along the road, increasingly distant from civilization and closer to the unknown. The city lights became just bright spots on the horizon as fear consumed me. I tried to hold on to the bench, looking for some stability, but the pain infiltrated every cell in my body, making me feel like I was on the edge of the abyss.

Finally, after what seemed like endless hours of agony, the police car stopped on a deserted road. Silence settled around us, only the sound of the wind whispering through the trees was audible. I looked at Samuel, waiting for him to take some action, to finally give me the attention I needed.

He turned to me, his face cold and unflappable.

- You're exactly where I want you, it would be so easy to finish you off once and for all and make sure that this time I wouldn't survive - He's going to kill me, I conclude quickly, feeling the weight of his words, seeing myself forced to do something.

I run desperately down the dirt road, my heart beating frantically in my chest. My feet hit the ground urgently as fear consumes me inside. Samuel is behind me, pursuing me with frightening determination.

I look back quickly and see Samuel approaching, a wild look in his eyes. I feel the panic rising as I realize I won't be able to escape it. Desperately, I look for a way out, an escape route, but I see nothing but the empty road in front of me.

At that moment, before I can even react, Samuel reaches me and grabs me by the shoulders tightly. I scream in terror as he pushes me violently against the police car parked on the side of the road. The impact is painful, my body colliding with the vehicle's bodywork.

The pain radiates through my body, but I don't have time to recover. Samuel holds me against the police car, his breathless breath close to my face. I feel your hot, disgusting breath, a bitter reminder of our troubled history.

I try to fight him, pushing him with all my strength, but he is stronger. His hands squeeze my arms with cruel pressure, making me feel weak and powerless. With each attempt to escape, he tightens his grip, forcing me to give up.

Tears of frustration and despair stream down my face as I feel completely dominated by Samuel. I feel terror coursing through my veins, a suffocating sensation of being trapped in his cruel hands.

Right now, all I can do is pray that someone shows up, that help arrives in time to free me from this situation. As I struggle to stay conscious, my mind screams for help, desperately hoping for a different ending to this story.

I find myself trapped in a desperate situation, with my hands cuffed and my heart racing. Samuel, a ruthless man, stands before me, ready to take my life. Adrenaline courses through my veins as my mind desperately searches for a way out.

I know my chances are slim, but the will to fight for my life overcomes any obstacle. Ignoring the pain in the cuffs tightening around my wrists, I prepare to face Samuel. His cold eyes and evil smile only increase my resolve.

My cuffed hands make every movement a challenge, but I focus on finding weak points in his body. Kicks, elbows and punches become my desperate strikes as I fight to stay alive. Every hit I manage to land fills me with hope and drives me to keep going.

However, a precise punch to my face is strong enough to knock me down and become disoriented. Samuel holds my chin tightly, forcing me to look into his eyes.

- Killing you would be too easy - he murmurs - I want to make you suffer before that, knowing that every tear that comes out of your eyes is because of me - He gives a sadistic smile, lifting me abruptly from the ground.