Seventy-Four

He stands there with his arms wrapped tightly around me until my sobs lesson, and I whisper.

"I can't do this anymore..."

He moves back just enough to put his hand on my cheek and apply enough pressure to make me look up at him.

"Can't do what? Yasmine?"

"I can't keep fighting... I have nothing left... I will be what you want me to be..."

He smirks as he says, "And what is that?"

"A female that looks after the house, be at your beck and call... Know my place... Right?"

"For anyone else, yes, but you. Yasmine, are my fiery little warrior..."

"That was the girl you took from the village, but she is now gone, broken and in pieces...

There is nothing left of her, nothing left of me..."

"That is not true... She is still there. I see her, I see you... She is just trapped under all your fear..."

He stops as we hear a soft knock on the door. I feel him as he moves us slightly, pulling me back into him as he says,

"What is it?"

I hear the door, but I can't see it. Zachariah had mov