He catches me, and instinctively I try to push him away. But he grabs my hands and holds them above my head. I beg him to stop, but he says it’s too late. Now that our game is over, he intends to take what he considers his. He has long decided that I belong to him, and for the last ten years he has turned my life into a nightmare, keeping me in constant fear. When we were children, I hoped he’d leave me alone. But now that we’ve grown up, we’ve run into each other again, and the game has resumed with even greater intensity. The main thing is not to surrender—otherwise he will destroy me. But I intend to change the course of events, following my feelings. After all, even the craziest people are capable of love. Or are there exceptions?