Can you feel my heart?

Past:Torture

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When l opened my eyes, I found myself sitting and bound up in a chair not on the floor that I left myself sleeping. A bucket of ice and water that had been poured over my head had jolted me awake so rudely and suddenly that my entire face was still dripping from the ice-cold water.

Shocked at receiving such treatment that i had only thought happened in the movies, I belatedly struggled to free myself from the chains, but of course to no avail. The chains did not even budge one bit. Uncle had done a great job in making sure my restraints were perfect.

"Stop struggling, Asma . Your efforts will all be futile. Accept your fate already" A cold voice echoed out from somewhere in front of me.

I lifted my eyes and saw the man. He's now wearing a hoodie and trousers.

"You're not the one to decide my faith Nameez" I called his name because I got no respect left for him.

He squatted before me, smiling. "It has already been decided from that moment you got into my basement, Ahmad and your mom are not aware of what you're going through. Khadijah never visited you and Ahmad I told him you're always at your halaqa. You're in my domain now I can do anything I want and no one will rescue you. My dear niece."

He sounded so gentle but my heart still trembled in fear. No matter how sweet his voice was, i could see nothing but cold bloodedness in his deep dark eyes. Looking into his eyes just caused me to shiver with dread. I still couldn't believe he's my uncle

I risked my breath yi ask again
"You're not yourself uncle what happened?"

"Are you calling me crazy again?"his voice dangerously lowered

I stiffened when I heard his question, but I tried my best not to give myself away.

"No?"

"Okay so now tell me where did Zaynab go. I heard you discussing something with her."

My eyes widen slightly but I regained calmness before he grasped something and feigned confusion. "Aunt Zaynab? No! I really don't know she brought me food and I asked her for water before she went away" I managed to say as normally as i could. I did not understand what was going on how did he get to know about our conversation.

But what I knew at least for now was that he could be looking for a way to torture her. Why?

Nameez snorted. "No, no... don't you play games with me, little girl. You don't wanna do that..." his voice was still smooth like the sweetest honey. "I am going to ask you just one more time, Asma . And I am warning you. Give me the answer I want, or you might not even live to regret it. Understand? Now answer me, where is Zaynab and what did you discuss with her?"

"I'm sorry but we didn't discuss on anything"I insisted on not knowing.

His hand was suddenly in my hair, gripping a handful so hard that I screamed out in pain. My eyes were tearing up from the sharp pain of the roots of my hairs almost being ripped out.

"Asma!I told you should not try playing games with me!" he hissed. The sweet voice had turned into venomous sharp blades. He gripped my hair even harder like he was really planning to uproot them. "Answer me. Where. Did Zaynab go ?!" his voice thundered into my head, causing my entire body to shake from fear.

"I... I really don't know. If... you want to know ask her...she mentioned something about market.." I replied in a shaky voice, tears falling from my eyes. I no longer had the courage to keep pretending as though I did not know where she's. This psycho might do away with me even without a warning.