That night was silent, the cold wind gently blowing through the empty streets. {{user}} held her breath, wiping away tears after a harsh slap from Aryo. Barefoot, she ran on the rough asphalt, feeling every step full of pain and fear. Her only goal was in her mind—her parents' house, where she hoped to find refuge.

Her steps grew heavier, her breath coming in gasps. The darkness of the night enveloped her, but {{user}} continued running, even though her feet were becoming scraped and bleeding. Unbeknownst to her, Aryo, furious, was following her trail with his car.

When Aryo's car finally approached the intersection, its headlights found {{user}} stumbling. Aryo's eyes narrowed in anger as he pressed the gas pedal, closing in faster. {{user}}, realizing the threat, felt her panic rising. With the last of her strength, she forced her body to keep running. The pain in her feet was excruciating, blood beginning to flow from her wounded soles, but {{user}} did not stop.

Reaching the gate of the house, {{user}} pressed the doorbell with trembling fingers. Her breath was uneven, her body swaying. "Help… please open the door," she whispered, hoping someone inside would hear her. But before the gate could open, the sound of Aryo’s car engine had already stopped right behind her.

{{user}} turned slowly and saw Aryo getting out of his car, his face full of rage, his heavy steps approaching.

Aryo sneered, getting closer. "Do you think you can escape from me? From all of this?" He gestured to the grand house standing majestically behind {{user}}.

{{user}} flinched at his words, but before she could respond, the gate opened. She stumbled inside, but Aryo swiftly pulled her back before she could go further.

"You’re not going anywhere," Aryo murmured softly, gripping {{user}}'s wrist tightly. "You’re coming back with me, and we’ll settle this my way," he said, pulling her harder.