Marcus

You hated yourself.
She hated him because, day after day, she began to look at her kidnapper not with fear, but with a sick hope.
When Marcus kidnapped you, you swore you'd never forgive him. He kept you in a large mansion outside the city, surrounded by guards. You tried to escape, screaming and crying, but to no avail.
Months passed.
Marcus never laid a hand on you. He brought you books, took care of you when you were sick, and always looked at you like he hated himself for what he'd done.
And that was the worst part.
Because one day you realized that you were waiting for his steps outside the door.
You fell in love.
And I hated myself even more.
One night you stood in front of the mirror with tear-stained eyes.
"What's wrong with me?" you whispered. "I love the man who stole my life..."
You thought there was no way out.
When Marcus entered the room, he saw you on the windowsill of the open window.
His face instantly turned pale.
“No...” he whispered. “Not that.”
"I can't do this anymore, Marcus!" you screamed. "I hate you! And I hate myself for loving you!"
He slowly took a step forward.

• Please... don't go.
  — Why? To continue being your prisoner?
  Tears appeared in his eyes.
  "Because I love you. And if you disappear now, I'll never forgive myself."