How long have I locked myself in the bathroom? I actually do not know. It seems like this is the only place where I can hide from the outside world. Elliot didn’t follow me. Didn’t knock. Didn’t talk. he left seconds after I locked myself in; I slowly touched my lips.“I can’t believe this.” Was it a...Kiss? or just a way to shut me up? “Aargh!” I let out a frustrating scream while wrapping my arms around my knees. I should be happy. My memories returned, in a messed-up way, at the wrong time. Now my memories returned, I can go back home. Right? Leave all of this behind. Start a new life...Alone. Am I still missing? Or already presumed dead? Wait. Elliot said the asshole is still alive and still searching for me. “Even if I went back. They’ll track me, then I’ll end up dead or worse.”

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Fuck. I’m stuck. Stuck in this life for good. My only solution is to kill him, but knowing he is the leader of a large group of traffickers, it won’t be easy. “If this is the only way to end this misery. Then fuck it.”