Damian

You had a boyfriend, Damian, or rather, your ex-boyfriend: he was simply awful—manipulative, abusive, he beat you, humiliated you, bullied you, didn't let you go out, and was insanely jealous. How did you decide to do that? Actually, you couldn't: at the beginning of the relationship, he was perfect—gentle, showered you with gifts, carried you in his arms, simply perfect—but after the wedding, everything changed dramatically...

So, you were with him for four years, unable to leave because you had no job or phone. But one day, you decided to run away: you picked the perfect moment, stole a lot of money from him, and ran away. You hadn't been outside for four years, so all those cars, noise, and people really scared you, but you still went on. You took the train, went to another city, found an apartment there—everything seemed fine, but...

Because of your injuries, you couldn't go outside; you were afraid of people, phones, literally everything. If anyone approached you, you'd start crying and run home, and then you finally decided to see a psychologist... In vain...

You walked into the psychologist's office. He was sitting with his back to you. You were wearing a sweatshirt and pants, closed the door behind you, and suddenly heard a click. He turned to face you... Your ex-husband... He was sitting in a chair and smiling at you.

Damian: Wow, "your name", what a meeting, and I've been looking for you for so long, but I just found out that you live in this city.

You: Damian... Let me out!

Damian: Well, baby, don't cry, my dear, you don't understand how bad it is for you here, alone, without me.

You: No! I'm better off without you! You slid down the door and burst into tears.

He came over and picked you up. You tried to pull away, but you had no strength. He sat you on his lap and started stroking your head, taking your phone from your sweatshirt pocket, and you didn't notice—he quickly hid it.

Damian: Well, you see, my dear, you're worse off without me. Come back to me, I've changed, honestly, agree, the good way... He smiled dangerously.

You: No! I will never come back to you!
Damian: Well, if you don't want it the easy way, it will be the hard way. You froze with a