Holding the ropes in one hand, he opened the door of the backseat, as I backed away from him in fear. His face held no expressions, no emotions, his look was completely blank.
"Axel, please," I squeaked out, tears now flowing freely from my eyes. He didn't reply and just came forward and took me by the wrist, pulling me outside of the car. His hold on my wrist was extremely firm and harsh, and for the first time ever, it was tight to the point of hurting me. He dragged me to his house, while I kept screaming for help, hoping someone would show to save me from his wrath. Stefan was sitting in the lounge, and he looked at me, but there was nothing he could do to save me. He didn't react, just kept sitting there.
Axel finally dragged me up the stairs, and I fought with everything I had, to
