Burn the truth (ENG)

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[Zara - August 2018]

I sat on the cold ground with my legs against my body and my arms around my legs. I leaned my chin against my knee as I stared ahead.

"Here." A plate with a piece of bread, fruit and some fried vegetables was pushed in front of me.

I ignored his voice and looked away.

Suddenly, my hair was pulled and the plate flung onto my lap. "Here!" shouted the man in my ear and looked at me furiously.

I hissed in pain and threw the plate away. "Screw you."

He slapped me on the cheek and I fell to the ground. F*ck. I held onto my burning cheek and held back my tears from the pain.

He pulled his belt off his pants and held it tightly by his hand. "I have no patient unlike the boss." He slammed the end of the belt against the bare ground. "Pick up the plate and eat the food."

I shook my head. "F*ck you." I was tired of them. I was tired of obeying. I wanted to go home where my family was.

He slammed the strap against my bare arm and I screamed in pain. Once, twice, thrice... I lost count after five. My skin was on fire.

"Stop," I whimpered in pain, holding my hands over my face. "Stop!" I screamed.

Blood dripped from the wounds over my skin to the floor.

He kept going and going and going and going. Blow after blow. The sound of the belt against my skin went along with my screams as I lay on the floor, arms over my head. I felt strength leave my body and my eyes close in pain.

I couldn't breathe anymore.

"What the f*ck, Paul. What are you doing?"

"Boss?"

Inhale. Inhale.

Footsteps accelerated to my lifeless body. "Zara?" I felt his hand tapping rough against my cheek. "Zara, open your eyes!"

I heard a long beep in my ears. Am I dying?

"Who ordered you to beat her to death?" I heard him angrily ask Paul.

"Nobody, but she wouldn't eat and-"

Inhale. Inhale.

"So?" I felt his grip tighten around my arm. "You let me know and I'll decide what to do. I'm in charge here."

I sobbed in pain. It was unbearable.

"Zara? Are you still alive?" His hands pulled on my arms so that I would sit with my back against the wall. I moaned in pain. "Neor!" Within seconds someone came running into the room. "See if she's still alive."

I felt fingertips against my neck and I whimpered in pain. "S-st-top."

"Her heart is beating very softly, we need equipment. I'm afraid she will become unconscious at any moment."