I lashed out at him, ignoring the pain, ignoring the risk, because sometimes survival is not logical, it is pure instinct.

—“Catch her!”— shouted Raúl, and that order revealed that it was not an isolated act, but a collective dynamic.

My fingers touched the screen, and in a desperate movement, I opened the chat with my brother Alex, the only person who could break that cycle.

I wrote two words that encompassed all my fear and all my hope: “Help. Please.”

The message was sent, and although Victor smashed the phone seconds later, it was already too late to stop the inevitable.

PART2

He grabbed my hair, whispering threats, convinced that the isolation was total, that nobody would come.

But he had made a mistake, one that many stories of abuse share: underestimating the power of a minimal act of resistance.

Everything turned black, but before losing the knowledge, I knew that something had changed irreversibly.