It’s was odd how calm you’d felt, had it been the adrenaline in your veins? The whistle echoing wildly across the platform?

Tucking into your thick coat, squirming under the gaze of train station workers, your steps had quickly climbed and crossed the train-until you’ve settled into your seat. Not long-the train rocks-and you’re off. ’Finally, getting out of this hell. Freedom and happiness is close.’

Well, you were never quite blessed with luck-much less happiness. And the hand wrapped around your waist only added to the feeling, especially as a tridactal hand pulled the emergency stop. More so when your ex whispered into your ear.

“Had your fun darling? Come, it’s getting late, let’s go home.”