Chapter 17 - An Old Friend Or A Foe

• "You are hurt again," he stated, and I narrowed my eyes at him. He snatched the bag I was wearing in front of me and threw it out of my reach. {There goes my only hope of getting away from him}
• "Well, at least I'm still alive, even after your numerous attempts to kill me," I snapped. He turned me around, pressed my face against the door, and slashed my t-shirt. It made me extremely mad. The nerve of this man!
• "Leave me, you bastard!" I shouted, but he shushed me.