"Without me, that pathetic salary of yours couldn't even cover rent on a decent apartment. You'd try selling yourself on the street and men would turn you down for the lousy accommodations. Think about that!"
The line went dead.
A second later, the screen went black. Zero percent.
Something inside me went cold and still, like ash after a fire burns out.
Click.
The bathroom lock gave way.
The owner burst through the door, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked. That same revolting grin split his face.
"Where do you think you're going, you little tramp? This is my place. You think I don't have a key?"
"Trying to call your boyfriend for help? I heard every word. He's busy with some other woman and can't even be bothered with you."
"Relax, sweetheart. Just be a good girl and take care of me. Don't worry—I'm not a complicated guy. Never bother with protection, hahaha..."
In the depths of my despair, a deafening crash erupted from outside.
The metal shutter was forced open, and people stormed in.
"Let her go!"
It was the police from the nearby station.