A sharp object pierced directly into the flesh, causing Elisa’s knees to feel like they were about to shatter. Elisa was someone who dreaded pain, someone who was even afraid to undergo chemotherapy. Yet now, she was being forcefully pressed onto the glass by Hamish.
Elisa clenched her teeth and let out a muffled groan, holding back her voice but unable to hold back her tears. She tried to stand up, but Hamish pressed her down again and again. Her knees were ground to a bloody mess, and the blood flowed along with the shattered glass on the ground.
“Hamish, are you going to treat me the same way as before?” Elisa asked.
Hamish’s face stiffened, and he replied, “If you obediently admit your mistake and apologize to Lila, I’ll let you go.”
“Admit my mistake?” Elisa ignored the pain in her knees. She lifted her gaze, meeting Hamish’s pitch-black pupils. Elisa stared directly into his eyes, her own eyes filled with an unyielding mist.
“I was indeed wrong,” Elisa’s voice trembled as blood surged in her throat. She swallowed and continued, “I was wrong to like you, wrong to marry you, wrong to donate blood to Lila, and wrong to gamble four years of my life on an unknown outcome!”
The mist in her eyes finally turned into two streams of tears. Elisa’s eyes, now washed by tears, appeared even darker and brighter, reflecting the image of Hamish along with hatred and sorrow.
Unable to bear it, Hamish reached out to cover her eyes. How could those eyes, so bright just a moment ago, suddenly lose their radiance?
Hamish’s heart was torn, but when he thought of Lila in the hospital, he hardened his heart and took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.
He handcuffed Elisa’s left wrist with the handcuffs, and the other end to the balcony railing. The position was extremely low, forcing Elisa to crouch, kneel, or lie down, but she couldn’t stand.
The ground was covered in glass, and the pain in her knees was excruciating. Elisa knew she couldn’t escape tonight. She watched Hamish’s emotionless actions with an expressionless face.
Looking down at Elisa from above, Hamish spoke the most piercing words of the night, “Elisa, you’re right. You’re nothing more than a walking blood bank to me, a tool for my release. No, even calling you a tool is too much of a compliment. You are nothing but a disposable plaything.”
Elisa laughed. Her lips displayed a bewitching smile, but her tears flowed more violently. Unconsciously, she seemed to see a beautiful illusion, but before she could sink into it, Hamish tore it apart with a knife.
Elisa didn’t know when he left. It was only when the glaring light from below shone on the window that she snapped back to reality.
She squinted her eyes, filled with infinite longing and tenderness, watching as the glaring light disappeared.
Leaning against the window, she reached out as if to grasp that light.
Eventually, the surroundings plunged into darkness, and all she could hear were the sounds of frogs croaking, the wind blowing, and crickets chirping in the night.
“Hamish, congratulations. You’ve exhausted all the love I had for you over this long period of time.”
Elisa carefully picked up the glass shards from the ground and threw them away. She took off her coat and laid it on the floor, then sat down cautiously. The coat served as protection against the glass shards, so they wouldn’t harm her, but it was still too cold.
When the heart turns cold, the whole body feels cold. With her left hand shackled to the railing, Elisa hugged herself, burying her face in her knees.
How long would she be kept like this this time? Last time, it was four days. Would it be a week this time?
If only she could die this time.
Elisa looked up, leaning against the window, gazing at the stars outside. They say that people turn into stars in the sky after they die. Which stars would her parents be? Would she become one of them in the future?