❝𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑.❞ - a mafia dark romance

6

P A R I S A

My mind was a jumbled mess of emotions as I flung myself into Zyyad's arms. It was like finding a life raft in the middle of a raging storm, a moment of respite from the chaos that consumed me. But that calm was short-lived. In a moment of sheer panic, I reached for the only weapon I could find - a dirty shard of glass - and plunged it into Zyyad's shoulder.

I was like a cornered animal, lashing out at anyone who dared to come too close. In my desperation to escape, I turned on the one person who had shown me kindness.

Zyyad's face contorted in pain as he clutched his bleeding shoulder. His features were twisted like a knot, his eyes like a stormy sea raging against the shore. The lines of his face were etched with agony, like a deep crevasse cut into a mountain range.

His grimace was like a sharp blade slicing through the air, his teeth gritted so tightly it was as if they could crush diamonds. The pain etched into every inch of his face, like a map of suffering that only he could decipher. His expression was a battlefield, with the agony and torment battling for supremacy, leaving him battered and broken.

As Zyyad stumbled back, his face contorted in agony like a wilted flower, my heart shattered into a million pieces. It was as if I had struck him with a thousand knives, each one piercing deeper and deeper into my soul. I felt like a beast, a savage creature driven by an insatiable hunger for survival. And yet, as I watched Zyyad clutch his bleeding shoulder like a wounded animal, I knew that I had become the monster I always feared.

As I watched Zyyad stagger away, his hand pressed tightly against his bleeding shoulder, my heart sank like a shipwreck sinking to the depths of the ocean. The weight of my actions crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for air. I had been so consumed by my own pain and anger that I had lashed out at the one person who had ever shown me kindness, and now I was left alone with the wreckage of my own making. I had become the very thing I had always feared, a monster lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

Z Y Y A D

As I stumbled back, clutching my wounded shoulder, pain shot through me like a lightning bolt, searing every nerve in my body. It was like a thousand needles piercing my skin, each one leaving behind a burning trail of torment. My face contorted in agony, twisted like a gnarled tree branch caught in a fierce wind.

The pain etched into my face was like a map of suffering, a tangled web of torment that only I could decipher. Every line and crevice was etched with agony, like a deep canyon cut into a mountain range. My features contorted like a knot, pulled tight by the intensity of the pain.

My grimace was like a sharp blade slicing through the air, each breath a struggle against the searing agony. It was like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, crushing me beneath its weight. The pain was a battlefield, with my body and mind locked in an eternal struggle against the torment that threatened to consume me.

As I staggered away, my hand pressed tightly against my bleeding shoulder, my heart felt like a shattered mirror, each fragment a jagged shard of pain. It was like I had been struck by a thunderbolt, leaving me reeling from the shock of the impact. And yet, even as I stumbled away, clutching my wounded shoulder, a part of me knew that the true monster was not Parisa, but the fear and anger that had driven her to lash out.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal as I looked back at Parisa. I had only ever shown her kindness and compassion, and yet she had turned on me like a snake in the grass. The hurt and anger simmered inside me like a volcano waiting to erupt, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for what had happened. Parisa's actions had consequences, and now she would have to live with the weight of her own mistakes.

My mind was a whirlwind of anger as I faced off against Parisa. Her eyes blazed with fury, like a wildfire that had been set loose, and I could feel the heat of her rage searing through my skin.

As she continued to lash out at me, her words felt like a torrent of stones pelting me from all sides, each one striking me with the force of a hammer. But I refused to back down. I felt like a boulder, unmovable and unbreakable, standing firm against the onslaught.

With each passing moment, Parisa's anger seemed to grow stronger, like a storm gathering strength before unleashing its fury. But I could feel something else too - a sense of exhilaration coursing through me, like a shot of adrenaline that made my heart race.

I enjoyed the thrill of our argument, the rush of emotions that came with it. It was like a dance, with each step bringing us closer to the edge, closer to the moment when we would either explode in a burst of fury or collapse in a heap of exhaustion.

But as Parisa continued to hurl insults and accusations my way, I could feel myself growing weary. The storm of emotions that had been raging inside me began to subside, leaving me feeling drained and exhausted.

I realized then that the exhilaration I had felt was nothing more than a fleeting high, a temporary escape from the pain and frustration that had been building up inside me for so long.

And as I looked into Parisa's eyes, I could see the same exhaustion mirrored there. Our argument had left us both battered and bruised, like warriors who had fought a long and brutal battle.

But despite the toll it had taken on us, I knew that this was only the beginning. The storm had passed for now, but I could feel another brewing on the horizon, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.

Parisa's words cut through me like a knife. "I swear to you, Zyyad, I will get out of here and I will never accept you. You took away everything from me and I will make sure you pay for it. I will do everything in my power to hurt you, to make you regret the day you ever decided to kidnap me."

I could see the anger in her eyes, the flames burning hot and bright like a raging inferno. Her voice was like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the room. And yet, as she spoke those words, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure. The fire in her eyes was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive.

"You think you can hurt me, Parisa?" I sneered, my voice dripping with disdain. "You have no idea what you're up against. You are nothing but a helpless little girl, and I am in complete control. You can scream and shout all you want, but it won't change a thing. You are mine, and there's nothing you can do about it."

But even as I spoke those words, I knew deep down that they were hollow. Parisa was no helpless little girl. She was a force to be reckoned with, a storm that would not be tamed. And I was fooling myself if I thought I could control her.

As the silence stretched on, I could feel the tension between us building. Parisa's eyes were like steel, her jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter. And yet, as angry as she was, I couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of pleasure. There was something exhilarating about sparring with her, about watching her fight back.

"You will regret this, Zyyad," Parisa said, her voice low and dangerous. "I will make sure you pay for what you've done to me. And when I get out of here, I will never look back. You will be nothing but a distant memory, a nightmare I will try to forget."

I laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "You think you can hurt me, Parisa? You have no idea what I'm capable of. I am the one in control here, and you will do as I say."

But even as I spoke those words, I could feel the truth gnawing at me. Parisa was right. I had made a grave mistake in kidnapping her, and now I was paying the price. And as much as I hated to admit it, a part of me couldn't wait to see what she had in store for me.