Arranged or love?

Chapter 20: Rehan's games

Chapter 21: 

Zubaida POV:

They circled around me like vultures, smirking to one another as they keenly watched their prey-me.

My mouth was dry, my heart rate accelerating with an adrenaline rush, I felt claustrophobic as they formed a ring around me, boxing me, getting closer and closer. They began to push into my personal space, making me freeze, as fear empowered me and numbness crept in. 

My chest began to tighten, as the familiar panic began to set in, my stomach knotting from the tense atmosphere and the fear that was settled in the pit of my stomach. My hands had become clammy, and it was beyond my capability to understand how I was still stood up, I had expected my legs to give up on me as I became immobile because of the fear.

“Aww look at her tremble and I thought she was an experienced one, what with all the men she’s been with” mocked one of the men and I recoiled at his sickening remarks. How could they say such a thing? They didn’t know me. 

“He was right she is a whining drama queen” another sniggered, high fiving his companions as they all chuckled at his disgusting comment. 

I cringed as one of them-the ringleader stood toe to toe with me, I had no choice but to stand there as any exist was blocked by the monsters. I trembled under his gaze, as he assessed me, his eyes lingering on my body as his eyes travelled from head to toe and back up again. 

I was praying internally for this nightmare to be over, praying for someone to reach me, praying for my brothers’ to reach me. I was praying for it to be over. 

I flinched as he raised his finger to stroke my cheek, a sob escaping from my mouth as I saw the lust in his eyes. 

Tears spilled from my eyes as the four of them roared with laughter. I wrapped my arms around me in a protective manner, my eyes trained on the ground. I felt my breath quicken as the familiar panic attack began. Breathe I told myself, I chanted it repeatedly as I focussed on getting my breathing back to normal. Searching my bank of memories I focussed on a happy memory, to block what these monsters were doing. 

It was crazy but it was my way of coping, to take my mind elsewhere, to a trip down memory lane. 

“I think she will like it rough, she seems like a screamer to me” the one behind me whispered as he moved closer, I flinched again, his voice to close for my liking. My arms wrapped tighter around my body, I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking them out as I focussed on the memory. 

“Look at her tremble, oh baby we promise to take care of you, we will all be satisfied by the time we’re done” the one behind whispered into my ear. I whimpered and tried to move away as he placed an arm around my waist and pulled me to his side.

“No, no, don’t do this, please don’t” I begged as I sobbed, I struggled to break free from his vice like grip. I struggled and begged but he only tightened his grip. “I don’t want this, please just let me go, I’m not like that please, you’re wrong!” I screamed. 

“Rehan was right, she’s got a banging body!” the fourth one exclaimed, as he stared at me with hunger and lust. My mind was reeling; I wanted to throw up. Rehan was behind all this! He was causing me pain again and again, but why? He had put these four monsters up to this; he had put it in their heads that I was a whore, a slut who liked sleeping around.  What had I ever done to him?