Amira 's pov
Pain.
It has been an emotion too familiar to me since these last past few days. But when he poured the content of his glass on my wounds.
It wasn't just a fuel to a fire.
It was like I was the fire. I was the one burning. Ready to turn to ashes any second.
It felt like my worst nightmare. But you know the worst part?
I couldn't even move away from the fire that was burning me. I was restrained. Like an animal who is going to be slaughtered.
Helpless.
Vulnerable.
Weak
That's how I felt as each teardrop damped the pillow my screams were muffling on.
I wanted to shout profanities at him, curse his very existence but I knew it will not do anything to quench the fire of revenge burning in his heart.
It will only act as a catalyst to it.
He was crazy. He feeded
