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In the realm of love, there are the tales of love at first sight and the slow burn of affection after getting to know someone. However, our hero found himself caught in the midst of a unique journey - he fel...
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In silence thick, tension's trick, a grip too cruel to flick.
In the end, a whispered threat, a nightmare's bitter lick.
The restaurant stood silent and still, an eerie vacuum of sound. Only Justin, Shafaq, and the thick, suffocating tension occupied the space. Each breath felt like a burden, stifled by the mounting pressure.
Justin's voice sliced through the stifling silence, sharp and venomous. He closed the distance, fingers clamping down on Shafaq's upper arm with a cruel force.
"Who the hell do you think you are speaking to me like this?" he spat, his grip a vice, knuckles whitening with intensity.
Undeterred, Shafaq met his searing gaze, her own eyes flinty and unyielding. "Mr. Smith, please don't touch me," she retorted, her voice laced with an unwavering confidence.
The creeping fear in her eyes remained hidden beneath her façade. Job or no job, she refused to display vulnerability. Despite the overwhelming odds against her, she fought to break free from his unrelenting grasp.
"Listen closely, girl," Justin's tone turned icy, an unyielding demand in his words. "We're going outside, and you will apologise in front of everyone."
Confusion clouded Shafaq's features as she dared to ask, "Apologise? For what?"
Justin's eyes flared with restrained anger, and he spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't test my patience any further. I'm not one to be trifled with. Apologise, and I might consider putting an end to this."
His grip tightened, ominous and unforgiving, hinting at the impending bruise. Shafaq's voice wavered as she pleaded, "Mr. Smith, you're hurting me. Please, let go."
Justin issued one final ultimatum, his voice tinged with a dangerous calm. "This is your last chance. An apology, or a lifetime of regrets..." His eyes filled with bloodshot fury, and his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles stood out in stark relief.
"Mr. Smith, Let. Me. Go," Shafaq's voice cut through the air, firm and commanding, but Justin paid no heed to her plea. Instead, he yanked her dangerously close, their faces inches apart. His breath, hot and quick, caressed her cheeks, a twisted intimacy born of hostility.
Startled, fear finally flickered in Shafaq's eyes. No man had ever invaded her personal space so brazenly, and she vowed none ever would. With a sudden push, she sent Justin stumbling backwards.
"How. Dare. You?" His eyes blazed with fury as he advanced towards her, but before he could enact his wrath, she delivered a resounding slap across his face.
Shafaq scarcely registered her own action, but for Justin, the humiliation was unbearable. Enraged beyond measure, he lunged forward, seizing her throat in a vice-like grip, driving her back until she was pressed against a nearby table. The force of the impact sent a vase crashing to the ground, its shattered pieces adding to the chaos.
