Tiodor Lison left the projection office, making sure his zipper was up. He inhaled deeply, holding the air for a few seconds before exhaling through his mouth, feeling humiliated. He had lost control over a pair of pretty eyes, falling for her charms at the slightest provocation, like a lust-driven animal. He caught his reflection in one of the windows: *pathetic*. Wiping the excess sweat from his forehead with one hand, he walked out of Musso Enterprises with firm steps.

Libia hid in the employees' bathroom, her mind spinning. She had gotten involved with Lison again, and it was insane. She wasn’t a captive anymore; she was free. Yet she had willingly surrendered to that monster.

"You're an idiot," she whispered to herself as tears slipped from her eyes.

She was undeniably in love with him, but a small voice in her head screamed that she was crazy.

"I'm sick. I need help," she encouraged herself, standing up from the toilet, where she had only sat to reflect.

As she left, she looked