Marie was walking slowly toward her house. It was almost dark outside. She knew it very well, just straight and then left. As she was getting near, she started to be nervous. Her fear grew. She looked into the kitchen through the window. They were there. She can’t go there. Not now. It would happen again. Anyway, she tried to sneak in. She looked at them through the open kitchen door. It’s like that they didn’t see her. Good. “Get over here, you creep!” she heard. No! She had to run. Just run away, far, where they would never find her. She ran as fast as she could. It seemed like he didn’t follow her. She started to feel safe. Suddenly, she saw him. He saw her, too. Marie stood as paralyzed, she couldn’t defend herself. He caught her. She knew there was no way to escape. What she knew was he would start to beat her. Some feeling of resistance woke up in her. “Here I am. Kill me!” she shouted as loud as she could.