An endless loop, back and forth, pushing and pulling. A chase. One mistake, one dead body. How many deaths will it take for me to make it out alive? Or will I join every ghost I murdered so selfishly? To him, the cost of each body is worth it if it means I remain caged. A prisoner, a captive, a hostage, an object, a toy, a trophy. Is that all he consider's me as? My feelings, my rights, my free will, my choices, none of it matters anymore. In the end, I will always be his. His Angel. It disgusts me.
No, I am myself, a human, just as he is, and humans are not invincible.
I am Carmen, I've never stopped being Carmen, and I swear I'll earn my freedom back, even if it means losing my life.
The lust in his eyes and the blood on his hands won't stop me.