Feef didn't know how many days had passed since she had been in this hellhole. Her tears had dried up; no longer did she have any left in her to cry out. Everything was hazy for her after waking up from the effects of the sedative that Mustafa injected in her. She was scared and hungry. In all these days, she was barely given anything to eat, and while she was blindfolded, she had felt someone's fingers running up and down her body. The voices she heard sounded mechanical because of the device they had plugged into her ears to mask the real voices of the kidnappers and mainly the harasser.
"How is little Afifa doing today?" She heard the scoff in the harasser's voice. By this time Feef had learnt to distinguish the creep's voice from others as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear that caused a wave of disgust to run down her spine.
"What do you want from me? What is my fault?" She asked almost pleading.
"You are supposed to answer my questions not ask me questions bitch," he growled as he pulled her hair back roughly.
"Aargh!" She shouted, which caused the harasser to further tighten his hold on Feef's hair.
"Not the answer I wanted," he said as his breath fanned Feef's face while he pulled some hair off her scalp and tightened his grip. She couldn't help but cry in pain. She was beyond scared of this unpredictable bipolar man, who would get angry any minute. He wouldn't go beyond touching her inappropriately, but she was scared of his very existence.
"I'm good," she answered as tears rolled down her face.
"See, it wasn't so difficult," he laughed as he wiped her tears with his rough, callous thumb. Feef waited for him to say something more but he just stayed quiet as he observed her blindfolded face creepily.
After what felt like forever, he brought his lips closer to her ears and said, " I have to go now little Afifa, but one day I will answer all your questions. Try not to get yourself killed in the meantime."
Feef breathed in heavily after the harasser left. She had never felt fear as palpable as she did in these past weeks or months. She had lost track of time, but days felt like months and years. There was nobody to get her, she didn't know where she was except that it was dark, very dark. Even after the blindfold was removed everything was dark and gloomy. There was a small makeshift washroom in that dungeon that was open from the top as the four walls didn't even reach the ceiling, so not only could someone hear what was happening inside that washroom, but they could also smell the excreta. The lingering smell of piss and poop pervaded her room every time she used the loo, but she was glad that at least nobody could see her as she used the loo.
She hated her fate, she had never envisioned a day like this would come in her life. She was from a privileged background and had lived the life of a princess this entire while being the only daughter of Usman Diwan. How she could have ended up being in this dirt hole was beyond her. She was supposed to go abroad to continue her higher education and live happily ever after with her husband Dan.
Even if she had witnessed a murder by Talal Isfahani, she didn't think she would have ended up here. She was not a regular girl, she came from an influential family. If only she had reached home. Her dad would have protected her at all costs. During the earlier days, she had latched onto the hope that her family and even Dan would have gone far and beyond to locate her, but as days passed by, her hope of reaching the safe cocoon dwindled as well. Now she was just trying to keep the images of her dying in this dungeon at bay while her family and Dan stayed oblivious to it.
She didn't know when she had fallen asleep curled up in the corner. However, the loud gunshots outside her dungeon woke her up with a start. Before she even got time to understand what happened, someone rushed inside her room and dragged her out.
"Walk fast bitch, we don't have time." He picked her up as she tripped over something on the floor. He had yanked the blindfold off her eyes, seeing how often she was tripping, and had gripped her upper arm with more strength. She was scared that she would yank her arm off her shoulder; the pain was excruciating as he dragged her after him, trying to dodge the bullets that showered from different areas. Before her eyes adjusted to the dark, she was shoved out into the open: the bright daylight caused her to almost go blind as a bullet whizzed past her ear causing them to go ringing. As an instinct, she ducked down as she saw the man dragging her fall to his death.
She didn't know what was happening, who was attacking her kidnappers, who was on which side, and who she was supposed to run away from. She weirdly felt more safe with her kidnappers than the ones who had attacked them and it had nothing to do with Stockholm syndrome. It was the uncertainty that loomed with the new people. Nobody was on her side, and one of her kidnappers was shot dead. Her flight and fight mechanism was an all-time high, but instead of running away to hide behind a trashcan, she pulled the dead body on top of hers so that his blood could soak onto her dress, as she acted dead.
She knew that her kidnappers eventually would kill her but these new people she knew nothing about. They could just be the enemies of her kidnappers, or they were also after her death. In short, acting dead with her face in the mud as the dead body lay on her back seemed like the best option.
Not five minutes passed by before someone removed the dead body from over her and turned her over to assess if she was alive or dead as she held her breath. Before they could assess her carotid pulse, gunshots were fired towards them. The man cussed before retaliating back and shooting at the other people, he dragged her body to the nearby car as he shot back at the assaulters. Seeing how outnumbered they were and how she was nothing but dead weight to him at this point where even if she was alive, the amount of blood on her meant she wouldn't live for long, so he decided to run, leaving her there.
Though the man had left her there, she still didn't know if it was stupid of her to act dead anymore or not. But before she could decide on getting up and losing her cover, she felt something hit her head hard, causing her to lose consciousness.
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ChickLit"I..I nee..d to leave," she said trembling trying really hard to hide her fear as he inched closer towards her. He cut the phone call and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes before it was masked away. "I... I did..not... see anything, ple...ase...
