You had enough

Fuck it. This is too much. There is no way that you could survive three more days of something like this. You gave your best shot, but you lost.

"Wait" you say. He stops, visible surprised.

"What?"

"I had enough" you say. Your voice almost didn't shake.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't take it anymore. I thought..." you sob a little.

"Here, here" suddenly his voice became calm and soothing. He walks to you and he stroke your fair. "You finally understand. You are not tough, independent girl who can take everything that world throws at her. You are fragile little flower that's need to be protected right?"

"I..." Suddenly he violently grips your hair, it is enough to send the right message "...yes sir. I need protection. Your protection."

"Hmmm..." he pretends that he is wondering about something "I think you are right. Fragile little flowers needs to be protected and celebrated. And if I let you back into the world...someone could destroy you."