Louisa's POV
When Darren walked back into the room, I noticed that his face was swollen and bruised.
He kneeled down and tried to untie me, but he failed.
I could see that he was exhausted.
"What has he done to you? Has he beaten you?" I asked.
He didn't say a word, still trying to untie me.
"Darren..."
"Lisa, could you please..." he interrupted me, "Just don't say anything, please."
He looked so pale. His hair was a mess. His pants were torn.
He was shaking like a leaf.
I zipped up my mouth immediately. My heart was bleeding.
I wished I could hold him, but my hands were tied.
Tears dropped down my cheeks like rivers. I just couldn't hold them back.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I know you're worried about me." He lowered his head and whispered, licking his ruptured lips.
His hands were shivering. His tears were dropping on my hands.