The Nightmare

HAZEL-

"No! Please stop!" My begs escape with stuttering sobs. I am continuously pummelled violently against the wall. "Please Imran stop! P-please"

My body is no longer able to move on my command, I am far too bruised to defend myself from the merciless blows aimed at me.

Fresh blood gushes from my nose and lips. The red initiates with trickle flow and drips.

I shriek as my hair begins to soak with blood spilling forth from my torn scalp.

My mind is reeling from the onslaught of agony coursing through my veins.

"Fūckin shut that mouth you ugly bitch," He grunts and yanks my hair back, dragging me by it up the stairs.

I scream out for anyone to save me, and spot the laughing face of my mother-in-law, Razia Mirza.

"Into the closet with such worthless filth.' She cackles, her eyes flare with joy." "That's my boy, you make your mother proud."

'No please don't do this," I sob through my blurred vision. My chipped tremulous hands grasp his sleeves. "Please don't lock me in the dark, please