Pain.
Hate.
Fire.
Fury.
For a tiny soul.
She felt the need of run away from him. But she couldn’t. Couldn’t scape. She couldn’t run away from her creator.
A lion with his prey.
A prey with her lion.
A rabbit with a lion. That’s how she felt. Cornered by him. Controlled. Invaded. Repressed.
Years passed and the rabbit became a wolf. But not when she was close to the creator. She became small. A rabbit, again.