" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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"Ple- Please stop... It's burning me... Please stop it. I won't eat it.. pl- pl-- please have mercy..." came the trembling voice of an 8-year-old, pleading with her tormentor to cease the suffering.
"Leave? You? What a bitch? Who the fcuk told that you can eat this food? Didn't we tell you that you're eating time is only once a day and that too if there are leftovers? Count yourself lucky we even bother sending you to school. Otherwise, you'd be sold off to who knows where for money," a voice laced with malice and disgust spat out towards the girl.
The girl couldn't fathom what had gone wrong. Life was joyful just yesterday. What had changed to bring about this torment? It felt like only a moment ago that she was enjoying a day out with her parents. Now, burn marks adorned her body, inflicted by her own relatives, her so-called Aunt and Uncle from her father's side.
"Just like her mother, a real piece of work! I don't know what that woman did to ensnare my brother, swindling him out of his property. But thank god that before any thing was transferred to this brat name I took it all but still she still has some of the properties thanks to my brother, I If it weren't for the money I gain from her, I'd have washed my hands of her already," the man jeered as he puffed on his cigarette. "Sheila, keep burning her. Let this be a lesson for her not to touch what's off-limits!" he ordered his wife with viciousness.
"Pl-- Please leave me. I-I wo-- won-- won't do it again.. ple--" My sentence was cut off by a slap that snapped my head to the side.
"Oh shut up, now I will teach you a lesson that will make you learn your place." my aunt sneered, turning to the stove to retrieve a steel spatula from the burner.
"No , no please nooooo"
I jolted awake. Why were these nightmares resurfacing? Why now? After five years of battling these haunting dreams and downing countless sleeping pills, why couldn't I break free from their grip? It felt like I had eluded the clutches of demons, yet I couldn't escape the lingering memories. And that message from yesterday, what did it mean? Is it from them? Is that why they had called.
The mere idea of their discovery sent a torrent of fear coursing through me, causing my insides to churn and my fingers and body to quiver uncontrollably.
'No Amaira, you've got this. Strength prevails in this world. No matter what, don't surrender. Recall the promise you made to him and to yourself when you set foot in this country. Don't allow them to break you,' I repeated to myself like a steadfast mantra.
I needed to know who I could contact for assistance. Maybe Elizey knows something or has contacts that could help me. I was aware that she had connections with knowledgeable staff members in the company, including hackers who could be able to contribute their knowledge. It made sense to go up to her and ask for help.
But then a problem occurred. Naturally, I would have to tell her why I needed her assistance in order to ask for it. Was it worth telling her this private information? I realised that it might be the best move to make. At least I knew she would alert the authorities if anything were to happen to me. Yes, being honest with her seemed to be the best course of action.
