6. Manhandled

Tears filled in her fear-stricken eyes. She began to shiver in fear. All the scenes of her harassment begin to run in her mind like a tape. Her mind was chaotic, thinking about what he wanted from her. Somehow, she knew what he was doing here. A voice inside her kept saying that it was all because of the rejection. It's all because you rejected him right on the face in front of everyone but she paid no heed to it because this mere thought was making her tremble.

"What do..o yo..u wan..t?" she stammered

"Stand up," his voice menacing as he signaled with her gun.

She only shook her head violently and clutched the blanket tightly. Her eyes widened. Her heart was beating in her ears and the utter trepidation made her want to throw up. She had no idea what frightened her more than the gun or his mere voice.

He sighed and put down his gun, taking a step towards her. She only crawled back on the bed looking at him fearfully. He moved closer and placed his knee on the bed, while Zahra reached the far end of the bed, and before she could get off the bed his hand abruptly caught her ankle and yanked her back so that she was in a lying position. He hovered over her petite frame and caged her dainty wrists with his hand, holding the gun. She began to thrash violently to free herself and was about to scream for help when his calloused hand rose and slapped her hard on her white fluffy cheek.

All her movements died down and she stilled, completely. The slap was so hard that she was feeling dizzy and her head turned to the other side because of the impact. The tears that she was trying to control spilled out of her eyes. They were tears of pure terror and humiliation. Never in her life, she was slapped by anyone.

Before she could get out of the previous assault, his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head, which was turned to the left, towards himself.

"Scream, fucking scream now!" he challenged staring directly into her fearful eyes.

She said nothing but looked at him with pure terror in her eyes. It's been only two minutes and the amount of fear he has instilled in her was uncountable.

"Fucking dare to disobey me, I repeat, fucking dare, and what I'll do will be worse than this," he gritted and tightly grabbed her hair making her stand from the bed.

Her scalp burned with a searing sensation and she clawed at his hand with her fragile wrists

He left her hair and covered the distance between them. She tried to step back but the site table of the bed halted her movements. She realized she has no place to go so she bent her head down casting her eyes down to the wooden floor. He came close, too close invading her personal space. She could feel her body shaking back and forth and then she registered her whole body was trembling.

Fear.

Anticipation.

Dread.

Horror.

Only these four feelings were running inside her right now. A voice inside her was telling her that he was definitely here for something catastrophic but she did not want to pay any attention to it. It was making her tremble more and more

He stood right in front of her but the sheer trepidation building inside her stopped her from looking straight into his eyes and she kept her eyes down.

She was noticing every move of his while her body kept trembling. Her legs were wobbly and her chin quivered. Tears kept flowing out of her eyes and a feeling of helplessness crossed her heart.

He threw his gun on the bed placed his left hand on the small of his back and jerked her body forward so that their chests were touching. She gasped with the sudden movement and her eyes widened.

Her heart was now thundering in her chest with this proximity. She wanted to push him back and run away from this place but he was so strong moreover, she had no courage to fight him.

He raised her head with his chin and leveled his eyes with her. His eyes were boring into hers with an intensity, rage, and a cold calmness that she wanted to hide somewhere. But all she did was look down.

His thumb caressed her chin and slowly moved towards her jawline. She only felt disgusted and repulsion. After 5 long years, he got rid of Shoaib but another monster came across her life who was worse than Shoaib. He never slapped her but he did and that was enough to erupt the fire of fear inside her.

He suddenly grabbed her throat and slammed her petite frame on the wall which made her wince with pain. He tightened his grip and jerked her forward a bit and then bang her back again to the wall. He again jerked her and then again bashed her back to the wall.

It felt like a mountain has been fallen on her back and she could hardly breathe. She opened her mouth to scream for help but the tight grip on her throat hindered her. Her hands clawed at his rough hands to loosen the grip but all in vain. She was helpless.

Completely helpless.

She pleaded with him with her eyes to let her go. Her whole body was now trembling with a lack of oxygen. Her legs couldn't bear her weight anymore and she would have fallen if it wasn't for the tight grip on her throat.

He left her throat and she fell to the ground coughing violently and taking deep breaths to normalize her breathing. Meanwhile, he picked his gun from the bed and took long menacing strides toward her shaking form. With every step, she only moved backward until her back hit the wall causing her to wince with pain. He now stood right in front of her holding the gun.

"Lea..ve me..e" her voice barely above a whisper.

He squatted down to her level and kept looking intensely at her shaking form. He tugged a stray strand of hair behind her ear which was hindering his view. She flinched at the contact but didn't dare to utter a single word. Only fearful whimpers were escaping her lips showing how much afraid she was of him. Her chest heaved up and down with anticipation.

His gaze lingered on her breasts which were showing off a bit because of the low neckline and a look of lust entered his eyes. Zahra on noticing where he is looking immediately covered her breasts and tried to move more into the wall. His gaze lifted and now he was looking directly at his fearful face and wide eyes.

"Say that again," he calmly demanded staring directly into her eyes.

"Wh..at?" she stuttered still covering her front.

His gun moved towards her forearms which were trying to shield her bosoms from his view but failing miserably. The nozzle of his gun began to caress her forearms and she immediately moved her arms to get away from his gun, giving him the sight he wanted and he pulled away from his gun.

"Say what you said on the table," This knock the breath out of her lungs. Her stomach churned and her vision blurred with tears of fear. Her heart begin to beat erratically in her chest so that she could hear it.

Thump

Thud

Thump

Thud

Now she could bet on her life she is up to nothing good. She got bad vibes when she first saw him but she ignored it then. And now it was confirmed that rejecting him in front of everyone must have hurt his ego. That is why he is here but for what?

Her thoughts her stirring her mind and she got more and more afraid thinking about his demand. She was afraid would be an understatement.

She was doomed

She just wanted to run and run and hide in a place where he could never get her. His intense gaze was shaking her from the core.

He stared directly into her widened eyes but she couldn't match his intense gaze and looked downwards.

"Come on, say it." He rose her chin with his fingers. His eyes her daring not to look anywhere.

She slightly shook her head. Only her ragged breathing could be heard in the dark and silent room.

A deep throaty chuckle resonated in the room giving more rise to her irregular breaths. She had no idea what he is up to and her insides were churning with fear and anticipation.

"No?" he cocked his perfect brow.

She shook her head more. All of a sudden, his whole demeanor changed. His pupils dilated, his jaw clenched and his eyes now looked monstrous.

Her breath hitched and her throat clogged seeing his outrageous appearance. Her eyes were begging him to leave her. To let her go. She did not want those things to happen again which were happening to her for the last 5 years.

Suddenly, his fingers threaded through her locks and jerked her head forward causing a sharp breath to break out of her lips. Now her ear was close to his mouth, his stubble slightly tickling her cheek. He slightly shooked her head here and there, yanking her locks. She hissed due to the immense pain he was causing to her honey blonde locks.

He brought her head close to her ear and his warm minty breath was now falling onto her ear.

Zahra's heartbeat fastened and she clutched her shirt so tight that her knuckles turn white.

"Señorita, one should think before he speaks." he huskily whispered near her ear and jerked her head back so that now he was staring directly into her eyes.

Grey to brown.

"Right, señorita?" he questioned quirking his perfect brows. His eyes were dangerous. His fingers still holding her locks.

She nodded her head like a lost puppy unable to form any word out of fear.

He tightened his grip on her hair. She clawed at his hands but he painfully tightened his grip more. Her head faced the ceiling. She looked helplessly at him.

"Words baby doll, words."

"Yy..ee..ss" she croaked and then he left her hair. He stood up and smoothed his clothing while she sat down, near his foot with a swollen cheek and disheveled hair.

She thought he is done with her but she didn't know yet he is not even close.