She saw the chains hanging at the foot of the bed and the empty room with only a bed left; all the furniture had been removed. She stayed on that bed for two whole years.
Words cannot describe the pain in her heart.
Her sister was humiliated to such an extent by that man.
The man who had been sitting silently on the chair stood up and walked to the bed. He bent over to wrap the bandages he bought from the pharmacy around his continuously bleeding arm, the room unlit with large swaths of dense shadows. He let Ellen sit there crying, not saying a word.
After crying for a while with her legs hugged to her chest on the bed, Ellen raised her head to look at him: "Tell me, what else has she suffered?"
The man stood in front of her, lowering his head to look into her tearful eyes. His face that was identical to hers showed a sorrowful expression because of grief. That look had coincidentally overlapped with her longstanding countenance.
