After a while, the bathroom door opened and Aslan came in, wearing only black sweatpants. He was drying his hair with a towel, but drops of water from his hair were running down between his broad chest muscles and onto his stomach.Didn't he have any tops on? He came and lay down next to me, pulling back the covers, but the bed was so big that he couldn't touch me at all."Please don't tell me we're going to sleep in the same bed!" I said, exasperated."Oh, hawlee, girl, are you taking a test? Go to sleep; I can't deal with you in the morning!" He said it angrily, but his voice wasn't louder than I was used to.Then he crawled into bed, lay on his back, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands under his head, so his prominent biceps were right under my nose.I was left speechless, unsure of what to do, but I was also very sleepy.The bed was big, I thought to myself, and it was best to sleep without touching it.So I lay back down and closed my eyes. I was very stressed, so my body was rigid, like an idol, but the mint scent coming from beside me was relaxing in a different way.After a while, I had already fallen asleep, already afraid.I opened my eyes to the burning, sharp sunlight in my eyes.My head was on something warm, like a pillow, but harder and hotter.I lifted my head slightly and came face-to-face with Aslan's chin.He was still asleep, breathing deeply through his nose, and his hands were still under his head.4. Oh, my head was on his chest!I got up quickly, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.Exactly, Ahsen, isn't it best to sleep without touching it? I washed my hands and face and left. Aslan had also woken up, his eyebrows furrowed.He was looking at his phone."The big closet in the dressing room is yours! You can go and change!" he said angrily, without looking at me."It's like I really pissed him off!" I did as he said and went into the dressing room. There were two huge closets, side by side. I opened one and couldn't believe my eyes.There were all kinds of dresses from every brand in there.And they were my most expensive brands.The other closet was the same way.I checked the dresses, and yes, they were all my size.Behind the closets was a shelf that took up the entire wall, and there were bags and shoes of every variety and color.How did this psychopath know my size and my favorite brands? I was becoming more and more surprised by the minute in this house.I entered the room wearing a stylish dress. Aslan was also wearing a black suit."Aslan, I need to talk to you about something," I said."You can say whatever you want later! Now we're going downstairs for breakfast."Why was this man so angry all the time?I started downstairs. A perfect breakfast table was set at the large table in the living room.I didn't realize it until I saw the table, but it turned out I was very hungry.Aslan sat in the head chair. I sat in the chair farthest from him."Come here!" he said, pointing to the chair to his left."No, I want to sit here.""AHSENI," I said, "come here.""Why, why, I'm not some puppet you can do whatever you want with?"He rose from where he was sitting and suddenly picked me up and sat me down in the chair next to him.His anger must not have subsided, because he picked up the other chairs at the table one by one and smashed them on the floor."What am I doing, maniac?" I said, I was so scared; he literally looked like a monster right now."I TOLD YOU I HAD NO ANGER CONTROL, RIGHT?! WHY ARE YOU KNOWINGLY DOING THAT AT THAT TIME?"He practically roared like a moon, I was scared, andI got up from the table, startled.Finally, he punched the table in anger, and he must have been unable to contain his anger, becauseHe lifted it and threw it towards the garden door in the living room.The glass door shattered into pieces. He walked angrily to the door and went outside.He quickly closed the door.I took a look around and collapsed onto the couch and started crying.What was I going to do? Was I going to live here like this for the rest of my life with this maniac?I cried a little. Ebru came and started cleaning up, but I was still crying.Finally, I stopped.2. Oh, it felt good to cry.Okay, I had made my decision; I was going to run! I will never, ever be a maniac's puppet for the rest of my life!I started upstairs."I'm going to sleep, Ebru. Tell the guards standing below our room to leave. They're talking too much from there; their voices can reach me.I'm getting annoyed. Tell them to move forward.""But Ahsen Hanım, Mr. Aslan will be very angry about this—""If Mr. Aslan had thought a little more rationally, he wouldn't have put it there! You tell them to leave. If Aslan causes any trouble, I'm the one responsible!""Okay, Ms. Ahsen," he said and left.I went upstairs, waited a bit, then looked out the window.Yes, just as I wanted, the guards standing under the window were gone.I quickly took some sheets from the bathroom cabinet and tied them together.I tied one end to the headboard of the bed.Holding on to the rope, I went down to the garden and climbed the wall of the backyard.I escaped.Yes, I had finally escaped that hell.I started running and ran for a while, but it was in a DESERTED forest.This maniac's house.Finally, I decided to stop and rest for a while because my heart was starting to hurt.But no, I couldn't give up.I kept running.I ran a little longer, but suddenly a pain shot through my heart, as if they were stabbing me.My heart and my vision went black.The last thing I remember was my head hitting something hard.
