After a few minutes, Cody comes back from the bathroom. There are still anger and hardness in his eyes. He walks to me and slips one arm underneath my neck and The other under my legs, lifting me up effortlessly. I let out a small gasp in pain as Cody carries me to the bathroom. He walks with me to the tub filled with dark brown water. It smells not so good and I think there is poison in the water.
“ Cody, what are you going to do? Are you going to torture me again? No! I can apologize! I’m sorry, Cody. Don’t be angry. Please calm down. You know there are wounds over me, right? I don’t think I can take a bath now. It’s not the right thing to do.” I scream and begin to sob, but Cody doesn’t stop.