Defining a Terrorist #Wattys2016 (Editing)

Chapter 18

Hello guys!

So I am back as I have mentioned but as I came home late yesterday night I haven't been able to produce a chapter that I am happy with. However as promised I have a chapter for you guys.

I am still yet lagged so not able to think properly lol.

Anyway, Ramadan Mubarak to all Muslims and for everyone I hope you all are doing great <3

Love
Shona

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Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.

Helen Keller

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Gosh, my head feels so heavy. A grimace arises on my face as I feel pain shoot up at the back of my head and my body doesn't want to obey my commands. I really need an aspirin. Breathing through my noise I try to open my sour eyes, what's going on? I can't move and feel stuck, trying to scream nothing comes out of me. Slowly and painfully opening my eyes with force I only register darkness, where am I? Where's Shawn?

Trying to sit up I notice that I am tied and that's when it hits me, flashes of being hit foully on the head makes me cringe. I try to scream but my noises comes out muffled as my mouth is gaged. With what? I can't see as my eyes doesn't reach my mouth, just great. However it does feel like tape.

I close my eyes and just pray, please Allah save me from whatever disaster I have gotten myself into. Opening my eyes again I let my eyes adapts to the dark, I notice that I am in a hotel room similar to the one we are staying in right now, thrown onto the couch. My neck feels stiff. That means we must still be in Grand Hotel!

As my arms are behind my back I can barely feel my sleeping arms. Giving up the idea of trying to save myself I just lay there exhausted. Excuse me, you might think that I am pathetic but I am not a part of a novel or movie to act like the strong heroine finding a loop and ending up saving myself. No, I am Sana.

A stupid average girl making stupid decisions and believes she is a superwoman, when she isn't. Gosh, I now wish I had listened to Shawn and just stayed back at the apartment. But no, I need to act upon my childish thoughts. What was I thinking when wanting to play a agent? I couldn't even use the selfdefense skills Shawn thought me when needed.

The door opens making me alert and snaps me out of my thoughts. A dark figure can be seen and the sharp light flickered on makes me cringe. I close my eyes at the speed of light. Opening my eyes again I try to adapt them to the new environment and get a hum of who the heck is trying to make my life miserable. Narrowing my eyes I find a too familiar face across of me. You got to be kidding me, not again.

Yousef stands in front of me with all his glory, smirking with crossed arms. Now that the lights are on I notice that I don't have my Niqab on, well isn't that lovely? My eyes widens with the step he starts to take to approach me. Gosh, I can't even scream and that's not due to the gag but more because my system freezes at the sight of him.

Yousefs sits down on his knees on the floor beside me at the couch and his cold hard hand reaches my cheek. He holds onto the corner of the gag and pulls it in one swift move making me gasp in pain. With tears in my eyes I look at his hand while he crumbles the silver tape with pleasure, that felt like waxing and I am seriously going to be swollen around my lips as sensitive as my skin around there is.

Just the mere presence of Yousef is horrifying enough and I just want to hide from his gaze. He leans in making my heart drum in fear and I shift my head to the left so he reaches my ear. "Try to run now." Yousef slowly whispers each words into my ear making a shiver run down my spine while he leans back.