Asena
I am not one to follow orders, but this time, I know better. The man who tackled me down is dangerous. Shivers of dread run down my spine just by remembering his cold voice whispering down my ear, threatening me and my loved ones.
I stay still, lying down on the floor, in the same position this monster left me in. My face hurts… my scraped knees hurt… My skinned legs hurt.
I want to go home, take a shower, and forget about this night. But can I? He said one hour, didn't he? Has it been one hour?
I sniffle and choke back the new wave of tears waiting to pour down again.
Is the time up? Can I leave now? Can I even stand up?
My phone rings and pulls me out of my depressing thoughts.
I manage to raise my hand and pull the phone from my coat’s pocket.
Shit, it’s Wissam.
“Hey.”
