Don’t cry. Don’t scream. Don’t struggle. These were the three things I kept on repeating in my mind as I was confined in a narrow space with danger in the form of a savage beast that was just lurking next to me. It might sound like giving up, but no, it meant being vigilant, calm, and smart. Screaming for help would be useful if there were people around, but it’s just the two of us. Crying or begging would only gratify that monstrous ego of his, knowing his torture was painfully effective. As for struggling, that would incite violence, and considering his brute strength, he could easily tear me down.
As per observation, we were still on the main road, going straight for probably three minutes. I looked sideways at the man, no, a monster who remained deadly quiet. That look, that ferocious
