About the book: year / “Will you marry me,” the man confidently declares. - And this is not a question, but a statement of fact. “Death is better,” I say into his soulless face, which is twisting with anger. “You’ve already taken everything from me... you won’t get me!” - Sure? I bet you…” my eyes sparkle, and I shudder. “If after everything... you take me too, then I swear with all the little that I have left, you will regret it!” – I scream in despair. “You think I don’t know what you have left?” Or rather... who. And if you behave well,” he smiles meaningfully, “no one will get hurt.” I'm getting goosebumps... If he knows the truth, I'm done for. No choice.