"I'm sorry! This situation is my fault!" I picked up the knife and put it in his hand, looking at him imploringly, "Would you let me die quickly?" I asked.

"Die?" he pulled me over and pushed me down on the bed, yelling at me, "No way!"

I knew he wouldn't. How could he be so merciful to me?

I closed my eyes and laid down on the bed, hopelessly, "I am at your mercy," I said. Without opening my eyes, it was more sensitive for me to feel his heavy breathing. I knew he was ...