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Slowly, Samuel gets off me, walking calmly out of the room under Ravi's cold gaze. At first, I doubted whether he was really there, whether he wasn't hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness. After everything, I didn't expect him to still come after me, to still want to see me.

- You were after me all this time, weren't you? - says Ravi with a slight smile on his face - If he were a woman he would understand, but a bearded man... - He raises his eyebrows, his expression becoming sarcastic - it's strange.

Samuel's eyes go to the door behind Ravi, surely expecting the police officers on duty to enter at any moment. His clothes were rumpled, as was his hair, and there were nail marks on his neck and face.

- How did you get in here, you fucking bandit? - The silence outside was frightening. Because I was too busy trying to get rid of Samuel, neither of us realized what was happening.

Ravi had broken into the police station, because of me.

- On the way here, I discovered a lot about you. It wasn't difficult, I just had to make a few calls, talk to some people who hate you, to find out what a huge son of a bitch you are! - Ravi barks, forcing a smile - You're the stepfather who tried to kill her, aren't you? - Samuel tries to look in my direction - Hey!!! Look at me, damn it! - Tensing his jaw, he fixes his gaze on Ravi - You were about to rape her. And don't say no - Ravi gives me a quick look, while I try to cover the front part of my body, whose blouse had been torn in a few spots - I'll propose something to you - He takes a step towards Samuel - Why don't we resolve this like before? It's like the saying goes: pick someone your own size.

With a sadistic smile, Samuel runs towards Ravi, knocking him to the ground.

As I watched the fight between Samuel and Ravi, my heart raced and my stomach tightened with each blow delivered. It was an intense and violent scene, and I felt powerless in the face of that situation.

At first, Ravi seemed to have the upper hand, unleashing his fury on Samuel with overwhelming force. Each blow was accompanied by a bang, echoing in my mind. I saw Samuel's head being repeatedly slammed into the ground, while Ravi continued to throw punches at his face. Samuel's expression of pain and despair was evident, but he did not give up.

Even in the midst of that sea of violence, Samuel found the strength to react. He tried to retaliate, throwing clumsy punches at Ravi, who was on top of him. With each of Samuel's hits, a ray of hope appeared in my chest. However, these moments were rare, and Ravi quickly regained control, responding with even more aggression.

I fervently wished that the fight would come to an end, that someone would intervene and put an end to the unreasonable violence. Each blow that echoed in the air was like a punch to my very being, reminding me of human frailty and the darkness that can arise within us.

As the fight continued, I silently hoped that Ravi would recover, that a spark of courage would drive him to turn things around. My hands were shaking, my whole body felt tense. I found myself torn between the desire to intervene and the fear of the consequences.

The fight between Samuel and Ravi was a visceral confrontation, which went beyond physical limits. It was an internal battle of emotions, anger, pain and despair. I felt trapped at that moment, not knowing how to act or what to do to end that disturbing scene.

As the sound of the blows echoed in my ears, I fervently hoped for an outcome, for an end that would bring peace and safety to everyone involved. The fate of that fight was in the hands of Samuel and Ravi, but I was still there, witnessing the whirlwind of emotions that emanated from that physical battle.

I found myself in the middle of a scene of violence and horror, watching the action unfold before my eyes. At that moment, it was as if time had slowed down, and I witnessed Samuel, with fierce determination, turn the situation around. His punches were brutal, meeting Ravi's face with unrelenting force. With each impact, my hope for a peaceful resolution faded.

Anxiety took over me when I realized that Ravi was being seriously injured. Cuts were opening on his face, and he was already showing signs that he would soon become unconscious. The sight of blood pouring from his wounds was suffocating, and my mind was filled with terror as I considered the worst possible outcome.

However, the terror intensified when I noticed Samuel's movements. He prepared to reach for the gun in his holster, his goal seemed to be to end Ravi's life definitively. Despair dominated me, as I understood that violence would only spread, perpetuating the situation. cycle of pain and destruction.

On impulse, I grabbed the fire extinguisher next to me, feeling the coldness of the metal in my shaking hands. Without thinking twice, he repeatedly struck Samuel's head, using all the strength he had. The metallic sound of the impacts mixed with my desperate screams, an inordinate expression of panic and hopelessness.

Samuel finally fell next to me, immobilized by my action. However, I couldn't stop. Driven by a mixture of fear, anger and helplessness, she continued to strike his skull without ceasing. Each blow was a desperate release of all the negative emotions flooding me. The sound of bones breaking echoed in my ears as I covered myself in blood and fragments of their destruction.

When I finally realized what I had done, my body was shaking and my mind was clouded. He looked at Samuel's disfigured corpse, now an unrecognizable mass of mangled flesh and bones. The metallic smell of blood permeated the air, and I found myself stained, physically and emotionally, by the brutality I had just committed.

The feeling of shock and repulsion invaded me, and I found myself alone in a macabre scenario, surrounded by the carnage that I myself had caused. The weight of that violence hung over me, and I wondered how far we would be driven when consumed by fear and lack of hope. At that moment, I was just a witness to my own darkness.

Still lying on the floor, with blood all over his face, Ravi looks at me and a bloody smile appears on his face. I approach quickly, trying to list all the damage caused.

- You have to get out of here - he says, frowning slightly, taking my hand away from him.

- What?! I'm not going to leave you like this - I say desperately.

- Gael will help you, he... - He pauses to recover, certainly because of the pain - he will be there for me - The noise of sirens in the distance makes me divert my attention for a moment from Ravi - Mariana - He attracted my attention with a smile - Even though her first name is Isadora, I still prefer Mariana, you know? - His eyes roam over my face.

- I'm sorry for not protecting you - I say quietly, when the unknown pain from before becomes a strong cramp. I already sensed that there was something wrong with our baby, that despite all his efforts, none of them were enough.

I hadn't been a mother enough. And this was slowly breaking me inside.

I feel lost. A mixture of shock, pain and sadness invades my entire being, as if a storm had formed inside me. It's an overwhelming feeling, difficult to describe in words.

When I realized I had lost my baby, the world around me fell apart. The feeling of emptiness and despair settled deep in my chest, suffocating me. Every beat of my heart seems to remind me of what happened, and the pain is unbearable.

I constantly ask myself what I could have done differently, if there is anything I could have changed to prevent this loss. Guilt and self-criticism consume me, even though I know that not everything is in my control. It's hard to accept that something so precious was taken from me.

I feel enormous sadness whenever I see other mothers with their babies in their arms. Every innocent smile and every newborn cry are painful reminders of what I've lost. It's like a part of me has been ripped away and now I have to learn to live with that emptiness.

The feeling of loss accompanies me constantly. The pain comes in waves, sometimes gentle and other times intense, leaving me breathless. It's a lonely journey because no one can truly understand what I'm going through unless they have experienced something similar.

Little by little I see in Ravi's eyes the understanding of my words. He closes his eyes for a moment, his expression becoming one of pain, but then he moves away, looking back at me.

- I have to get you out of here - He sits down with difficulty, looking at Samuel's headless body, before grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of there - José!! - he shouts, in less than five seconds, José appears armed with a rifle - Get her out of here - My eyes roam the space in front of us, finding some police officers shot and others surrendered.

- And you, man? - Just like me, José also worried about him.

- Someone has to stop the guys from going after you - José just nodded, before grabbing my arm and starting to pull me out of there. Over my shoulder, I look at Ravi, who is still standing in the middle of the police station.