My head violently throbbed and my vision was blurry, I tried to make a sound but my voice was numbed, my body seemed rigid...and paralysed..I could hear men talking I couldn't make out the words..they were speaking arabic..my native language...in a distance I could hear the flapping wings of helicopter alive...my brain no longer seemed to function, my eyes felt droopy and once again I fell into deep slumber of unconsciousness.
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I opened my eyes and was welcomed by intense brightness, the weather seemed unusually hot... I could feel sweat dripping off of my forehead to my cheeks..
I shortly adjusted my eyes to the brightness and noted my surroundings...I was just in a small withered room with a single single uncomfortable steel bed and single rickety wooden chair in the corner...soon I was filled with horror as the memories of last night filled my brain
I abruptly got up from the bed and searched for my cellphone...oh shit..my clothes.. soon I realized that I wasn't wearing my slutty dress anymore I was dressed in baggy sweatshirt and an old boyfriend jeans...tears threaten to pour and panic gripped my heart...where am i?
My cellphone seemed nowhere I went to the window and peered outside and was shocked....the place around me looked nothing like san francisco...
The streets outside were narrow and congested with people and different street vendors...there were various small dirty apartment buildings across the streets...a yellow cab with bumper stickers all over it's back fendor pulled up short and started hooting for a lady walking on a side walk...a black Toyota behind it lost patience and honked frantically.
Presently the sounds of the streets filled my ear...a street vendor in a husky voice infiltrate the room "tangerines...fresh tangerines"....my mind was confused and the world seemed to stop working for me for a second. "tangerinist...tangerinist...how much costs a kilo? a woman yelled in arabic from the window of the apartment building across the streets. and just below her apartment another women partly naked smoked cigarettes..I held my head in my hands and tried to make sense.
Am i dreaming? But I'm pretty sure that I'm awake..
i was startled by the rustling of keys across the door..someones coming i thought? "help help" i yelled but my voice went quiet when two armed men with masks covering their entire face entered the room "dont come near me or i swear im gonna feed you to the dogs" i yelled backing away they got hold of me and i struggled to get free
" stop, stop" i kept yelling and thrashing....i was wildly crying...:shut up you little bitch or ill shot you in your face" one of the man said clearly pissed off. he pointed his revolver at me..
i unintentionally went quiet and kept on crying one of the man put a blindfold on and led me to a car.. we rode for exact 30mins when the tires came to halt.
they removed my blindfold i was standing in front of some sort on a gigantic expensive mansion..i dared not to question and walked behind they guided me into the mansion where dozens of maids greeted us. what is this place? i wondered..
there were several other women who mainly looked in their mid 20s..soon the guards left and an old ,aid accompanied me in an elevator and together we went to floor 3...we walked to the end of the stretched hallway and the elderly maid took me inside a well kept, luxurious and a spacious office..there was a huge polished wooden desk in the center which was neatly kept with files and various expensive ornaments were kept in their places.
" where am i? who are you?" i kept on repeating but the maid ignored and closed the door behind me and left me all alone. i sat down on the floor and hugged myself and sobbed.
in a little while, i was joined by a man in his late 60s who seemed goodlooking for his age he wore a neat navy blue suit and his silvery hair were skilfully combed back, the base of his neck was covered with tattoos..he looked hard at me and asked me to sit on the velvety sof..i obeyed without questioning...i stopped crying and stared down at my knees
"its okay..you dont have to scared anymore" he started
i looked up at him.."pls tell me where am i?"
the man sihged and sat on the sofa beside me.." i know this will be disturbing for you but its your right to know it"
"where am i? i gritted
"qatar" the man replied strenly.
my eyes went wide and a loud gasp escaped from my lips..i was filled with anxiety and my heart felt heavy...my mind was confused and filled with rambled question...what the heck am i doing in qatar?
"how?"
" im sorry child i cant tell you that"
"who are you guys?"
"i cant tell you that either"
"what are you going to do with me now?"
"you'll know that in a moment"
he stood up and went around the desk and sat on on the huge fancy egrnomic chair
" my nephew will be here soon he'll tell you what to do now that youre part of us"
" are you guys kidnappers?
"no"
"Are you going to sell me to prostitutes house?"
"No"
Are you going to feed me to your mosterous dogs?"
The man chuckled showing his perfectly aligned pearly whites theeth."we barely do that nowadays"
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"What's your name?"
"Nur..Nur Asad Al anwar" "what about you?."
"You have a beautiful name Nur...mine ehmed"
I lightly smiled. " Are you a mafia man?"
"I am the mafia" he replied Abit sternly.
"The man with gray eyes who was h-"I was interepted when the door opened and a man dressed in black suit entered..he had a tanned complexion..and long scar starting from his eyebrows ending at his cheek ran down his face..the had a chelised jaw and everything about him screamed danger..his face was expression less and strick. He glanced at me and shook his head disapprovingly..
"This is Nur and Nur this is Asher"
Asher I wispered the name felt so familiar and intimate.
Asher smirked and mocked me "Ahads tastes in girl really had gone stale ('iinaha qabiha)she's ugly."
This was it I may not be Einstein smart but I know I'm pretty.
"min aljahim hal faealt mukalima albashiea? (Who the hell do you call ugly)" I shouted directly at asher. Clearly mad. With his graceful walk he came near me and strangled me throat.
"This is your last chance speak like this to me again and you're dead" he snarled. His raven black eyes stared deep in mine hazel ones something weird familiarization passed through us like an electric current.he let go of me and paced.
"I don't know asher..she's feirce and I like that about her..maybe you could train her as your personal assistant"
"Huh her ...no way grandfather im gonna teach her lesson..the perfect place for her is where are slutty women goes" he snapped and smirked at my horrified reaction.
"B...butt grandfather ehmed said you said you won't place me in a prostitutes house" I asked terrified.
Asher looked at me with bewilderment " he's my grandfather not yours." He hissed
I hate this evil sinister man..why is he so rude..I looked pleadingly at ehmed.
"She's a nice girl...make her your assistant or else there will be severe consiquenses for you asher"
"You're gonna fucking listen to this filthy women plead..."
Ehmed Rose from his chair and strides towards asher , an echoing thud filled the room I put my hands on my mouth shocked.
"This girl Nur herereminds me of my Nur...your grandmother....asher I swear if you mistreat her you're done for life"
Ahser nodded and looked haltingly at me he motioned me to follow him I stood up and followed him without questions..
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CHAINED BY ARAB MAFIA(Ongoing)
Random*LIKE A MOTH DRAWN TO FLAME* ((flashback)) Shots of gun ranged on my ears as I dashed upstairs and burst in my room and hid beneath the bed trembling with fear. I could hear the laugh and footsteps approaching my room as I sank deeper under my bed h...
