Her Wish. ✔️

Chapter thirty five

Omnia's POV.

"Human trafficking?" Just as I said that I pushed him as hard as I could away from me, until I found myself sitting on the ground.

"Yes you heard that right, and you my lady have finally joined my big family of human traffickers" the reality hit me when I heard him say those words.

I was no longer going to see Amir anymore, and even if I did he would never want me once Vincent was done with me.

"Can you please lift her up on the chair and take that thing of her head" the old man walks in with two men behind, one quickly makes his way up to the girl and the other to me and lifts me up.

"Let me down" I started to hit the mans back but as always none of these men flinch it's like they are immune to my hits.

As quickly as I was on his shoulder I felt him drop me on the examination chair, and without even asking I felt his hands go towards my head to remove my scarf.

"Don't you dare touch me" I slapped his hands away from me as I grabbed hold of my scarf tightly, like my life depended on it.

"You won't be needing this anymore" Vincent says.

"Ofcourse I would, I am a Muslim and this is a part of me, this is what we as Muslim women are told to do by our creator, now don't touch me" I started to shout when I saw the old man come and grab one hand of mine, while the other man grabbed the other hand of mine.

"Please I beg you, please Vincent I'll do anything just don't take my scarf off" I started to plead when I realised what was going to happen.

"Ofcourse you will, but you will without your scarf" Vincent says as I felt the two men tie my hands on each side of the chair handle.

Ya Allah please help me out of this mess, you are my one and only creator, the one that I go to when I'm sad or when I am happy.

All the pleading that I was doing was no use because the next thing I knew the scarf that always protected me was now on the ground.

"My...my...my what a beauty you are," the old man says as he unties my hair then repeatedly touches it. I was in so much shock that I could hardly move or even speak.

Three non-mahram men have saw my hair, the hair that I fought so hard to always cover up in front of the eyes that had no right to see it.

"Indeed she is" Vincent said as he walks closer to me, the moment he was close enough to touch me, I felt his hand go on my head as he bent down and sniffed my hair.

"And it smells tremendous, I'm bound to try her before anyone else does" just as I heard him say that I looked up at him with the only expression on my face being shock.

Just as I opened my mouth to say something I felt the old man unbutton my shirt.

"Please I'm begging you I have a husband..." But before I can even finish what I wanted to say I felt a cloth enter my mouth.

"Enough talking, time for the examination" hearing that I started to scream but it was no use since it was muffled.

I screamed for what felt like hours until I started to lose my voice. At first when the examination started I kept track of what he was doing, however the amount of pain that my body was going through made it hard to keep track. I felt my self go in and out of consciousness.

The amount of pain that I am currently feeling is unbearable, now I understand why that girl was just frozen in her spot, however I applause her for having the strength to keep her eyes open.

Because me, my eyes have been shut for the past half an hour or so.

"Oh this is bad" suddenly I heard the old man say, I mustered up all the strength that I had left to open my eyes and the first thing I see was the old man standing up from between my legs.

"What is the matter?" I heard Vincent footsteps quickly make their way towards us.

The old man stood there staring at me then turning to look at Vincent.

"I said what is the matter?" I heard the concern in Vincent's voice, but we both knew it wasn't concern for me but for the fact that he might lose money.

The old man opens his mouth to say what was the matter, but what I heard next left me with so many mixed emotions.

"She's...she's pregnant"