PAINS & SCARS

I am barely dangling in Ajay's monstrous grip as he hauls me through the lanky hallways and up the stairs of this cursed brothel again. The fact that I am back here again doesn't terrify me at all, but the inkling of him having the children's homes under his care and custody is such a torment to my soul. That can't be. That can't happen.

I didn't come all this far just for this. I am done losing. I can't afford to lose again. My sacrifice is enough. No one else should suffer. No one. Not the kids, not my sister, not Deep, not anyone. I can't let this monster have its way this time around. Never!

He kicks a very familiar door with his foot. The poor door spirals open, while he flings me inside like trash. I collide with the closet, and as if that wasn't bad enough, my face savagely kisses the dressing mirror adjacent to the wardrobe door.

A piece of the mirror scatters to the floor, a sample of my blood sprinkled on it.

Next thing I know, blood is dribbling from somewhere on my forehea