Even though Hania didn't want to be touched, David only held her tighter, so she struggled in fear. After David untied the rope on her limbs, he wrapped her in a blanket and left the basement. Once he got out of the villa and put her in the car, he had no choice but to let go of her for fear he would agitate her.
At this moment, Hania had curled herself up into a ball and refused David's touch.
When he saw the bleeding wounds on her fingers, David felt that his heart was painfully gouged, but he couldn't speak his mind.
"It's okay... I won't hurt you. Just give me your hands; let me treat your wounds."
As if she didn't hear him, Hania refused to be touched.
"Hania..."
"Shut up. Stop calling me." Hania only felt that David's call was adding insult to her injury.
She didn't want to face anyone or anything. She just wanted to bury herself where no one could find her.