Lisha. .

Lisha enters her room nervous. Biting her lips, tearing up, she walks here and there and taps her head like she wants to break it open and crack a code of some sort. Was it that she wanted to do? Or was something else bothering her?  She roamed all around the house for some time. After deep thought and 10 steps of hesitation, she went to her room; her trembling hands opened the closet. There she was! Lying half conscious on the floor, begging for help, crying her eyes out to be just out. Her mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth. Hands and feet tied. She couldn’t move, speak, or walk, or express her feelings. Why would someone do that to anyone? Why? What was wrong with Lisha? Was she a psychopath? A sadist? Inhuman being? Whatever she was, she a mystery to herself and to the world.