At death I finally understood: I could not beat her. However, when I opened my eyes—I was back to the day I first kidnapped the boy.
The difference was, I didn't want anything from this ordeal.
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“Ah! Don’t hurt me! Liz is pregnant with my child. Please let me go. We’ll pay anything! She put a tracker on me. If I don’t answer for an hour, she will come!”
The boy blurted out as he cowered on the ground, protecting his head out of fear. His white shirt was stained with blood, but he remained innocent.
At that moment I somehow understood why Lizbeth loved him. So, I untied him and asked one question.
“Do you know what kind of person Lizbeth is? She can’t give you the marriage you want. If you follow her, you will get nothing.”
The boy met my eyes, determination mixed with innocence were reflected in his eyes. “I know. But she said I’m different from other men. She promised me a wedding. After the child is born, she will take me to register our marriage.”
He continued, “I don’t know who you are, but if she ever offended you, please, forgive her.”
He nervously showed his phone. The screen had a reminder notification: [appointment to register marriage.]