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The door burst open with a deafening bang, rattling the hinges and making Aamirah’s heart lurch into her throat. She froze, her fingers trembling as they clutched the edge of the dresser behind her.
Osman filled the doorway, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the dim light filtering in from the corridor. His presence was overwhelming, a tempest of fury radiating from him as his sharp, penetrating eyes locked onto hers.
“With whose permission did you enter the basement?” His voice was a cold blade, slicing through the air between them.
Aamirah’s breath caught, and she instinctively took a step back, the hard edge of the dresser pressing against her spine.
His tone carried a weight that pinned her in place, his fury palpable, and for the first time since entering this house, she felt truly cornered.
“I—I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed,” she stammered, her voice trembling like a fragile thread threatening to snap. “I wasn’t trying to—”
“Didn’t know?” His voice cracked like a whip, cutting her off mid-sentence. He took a single step forward, and the air seemed to thicken around him.
“Curiosity is not an excuse,” he hissed, his words sharp and deliberate. “In this house, you will ask for my permission for even the smallest things.”
The tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally spilled over, hot streaks carving paths down her cheeks. She blinked furiously, swallowing the lump in her throat, her mind racing for an explanation, an apology—anything that could defuse the storm before her.
But words failed her. The memory of what she had seen in the basement—the eerie stillness, the man’s hollow eyes, and the oppressive aura—rendered her mute.
“I didn’t mean any harm,” she whispered finally, her voice shaking. “I just… I heard something and… and I…”
Her explanation faltered as Osman stepped closer, his towering form casting a shadow over her. His eyes, like dark embers, seemed to burn with an intensity that made her shrink against the dresser.
He advanced with the deliberate precision of a predator, his gaze locking hers in place, unyielding and merciless.
“How many times have you gone to the basement?” His voice was low, each syllable laced with suspicion.
Aamirah shook her head vehemently, her words tumbling out in a desperate stammer. “Th-this was the first time. I swear… I didn’t know…”
His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in so close she could feel the heat of his breath. “And this will be your last,” he said, his tone cold and final, brooking no argument.
The weight of his words pressed down on her, and she felt her knees tremble beneath her. Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out the rising panic. Before she could find the courage to explain further, his voice cut through the air again, this time louder, angrier.
“You will ask for my permission for everything from now on,” he growled. “Do you understand me?”
Her throat was so tight she could barely breathe, but she managed a trembling, “Yes.”
"Yes, what?" he snapped, his tone sharper now, demanding submission.
“Y-Yes, Osman,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.
His eyes flashed with something dark and unreadable as he stepped even closer, the distance between them almost nonexistent. His presence was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension.
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