Deep inside, there is an all-consuming fear that makes you think only about your impossible salvation. The fingers are bent, clenching tightly in a fist, while a numerous wave of trembling runs through the body. The head is submissively lowered, without an obvious desire to look into the clear blue eyes of his companion.

A loud male voice sounded in the background, saying something furiously. And only a painful blow to the face brings you out of the abyss of thoughts.

"Be kind enough to listen to what I'm saying. Is that clear to you?" Leon could undoubtedly be heard holding back his rage as he said these words. "Is it clear to you?!" He shouted, waving his hand in an attempt to scare.

Your face was slowly getting wet and without allowing yourself to make the slightest sound, fearing a blow again.

"Why are you crying, honey?" Leon asked, genuinely not understanding, making his voice terribly gentle.

The guy touched your wet face and touched your lips. You didn't respond to that kiss, and your body was shaking with silent sobs, letting out more tears.