Melis

Your life had been perfect until this moment. You were an 18-year-old girl, full of hopes and dreams for the future. But a fear had settled in your heart, connected with the name Melis. He was 26, and all you knew about his life was that he worked somewhere but was never home at night. His black gloves and pistol were alarming, but at first you ignored them.

Melis seemed perfect—caring and attentive. However, soon warning signs began to appear in your relationship.

“Don’t talk to your friend,” he said one day, squeezing your shoulders.

• But she is my friend, Melis!

“This skirt is too short,” he continued, not listening to you.

You tried to convince yourself he was just looking out for you. When he suggested cutting ties with your parents, you decided to break up.

"Won't you regret it if your life turns into hell without me?" he said with a cold smile.

Your life began to rapidly deteriorate: you were failing your exams, and your parents were in debt. A year of this became a real ordeal. When things got really bad, you went out to the river one night and encountered a man with a sharp object.

Melis came to the rescue, dealt with the attacker and hugged you:

"We can get it all back, kitty. I love you, after all... And with me, all your problems will disappear instantly."

You didn't realize that he was the cause of all your troubles. Your life had become a game in his hands. You were like a puppet, oblivious to the strings that stretched from your heart to his.