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"Stay quiet!" he whispers as he sprays on my shoulder. Despite the repulsive emotions inside me, I am forced to remain quiet. The knife at my throat is at a safe distance and I can easily predict how he does not want to do me slightest harm, let alone kill me.

"Iliana!" I hear the voice that stirs guilt and fear in me. I could hear my name being called several times by him and I could not do anything but hope for the voice I am searching for. I hope you're here, I silently pray for him to be safe and here.

A love triangle whose hurricane faces only more tumult due to an external force. This external force was the part of this triangle previously but now it has been replaced.