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traditional blue Afghan burqa passing through the private courtyard. “Hey, you,” she called out to her. The woman’s head tilted up at her. Nora didn’t know if she had spotted her, but she had to take her chance. “Help me. Please. I’m… not… I’m held against my will. Please, get help.”
Someone growled at the veiled woman and she immediately shuffled away from Nora’s view.
“No, no,” Nora cried. “Come back! Come back! Please…come… back.”
She slid down to the floor, sobbing. Tired. Broken. Alone.
From the desert to a house bustling with people. And yet she was alone. No one heard her screams, her cries, her pleas. She was there to bear it all on her own.
She leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. Had she indeed sealed her fate with one click of her camera? Her tears streamed down her face silently. She was too weak to cry aloud anymore.
She had demeaned herself. Broken her pride. But being bound and gagged for the second time had completely destroyed any remaining spirit in her. She felt like an animal, harnessed and dragged about at her masters’ pleasures. Now, she was being married. And tomorrow? How would her masters like to be pleased tomorrow?
She began to hum to herself. “Wake me up inside, wake me up inside, call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone. Save me...” She stopped, interspersed by another onslaught of sobs. “Save me… from… the nothing.” She sniveled, banging the crown of her head against the wall. “From the nothing I’ve become [9] .”
She covered her face, weeping uncontrollably. She scrambled up to her feet and raced through the room maniacally, desperately looking for an exit, pulling down curtains and breaking anything that hindered her in the process.
There were no secret exits. Every window in the bedroom was barred with sturdy steel rods. She let out an agonizing scream and tore at the bedspreads with rage.
But like always, no one came. No one responded. Not one soul in that godforsaken place was even fucking curious.
She collapsed to the floor, leaning tiredly onto the bed frame. Give it up, Nora. You are well and truly fucked.
Adam closed the bedroom doors behind him, ensuring that he had turned the key to lock it. He heard her screaming inside and he clenched his fists.
He glanced to the side and expected to see them stand there. The women of Darul-Ilhaam. He had caught sight of them crossing the courtyard, making their way towards his bedroom. Obviously, they were curious, wanting to know more of the Western woman he had imprisoned within his walls.
But they were also eavesdroppers for their husbands and for anyone who paid them enough to cause him harm.
He turned towards them and smiled. “Let her scream. I don’t want her bothered. And until I permit it, I don’t want anyone entering my bedroom.”
They nodded their veiled covered heads profusely.
He let them whisper in soft undertones as he exited the hallway and into the courtyard. Someone gave him his salaam and he raised a hand to wave at them, trying his best to appear cheerful.
“I heard you’re getting married.” Another slapped his back, startling him. But it was only Basel. He coughed as he tried to pull himself together.
“Yes. But I’m trying to keep it a quiet one, Basel,” he said. “So do me a favor and don’t announce it to the world just yet.”
“Oh, right.” The short, stocky bearded man winked. “It’s one of those ones. I suppose you’re right considering how many hearts you’re going to break as a result of that.”
“Well.” He shrugged. “Sometimes you can’t help stepping over a few to get to the one you want.” He looked uncertainly into the distance. “I have to go, Basel. Some of the vehicles need repairing.”
“Yeah, okay,” the man replied with a frown. “Why do you work on the cars? You know we have our boys to do
Someone growled at the veiled woman and she immediately shuffled away from Nora’s view.
“No, no,” Nora cried. “Come back! Come back! Please…come… back.”
She slid down to the floor, sobbing. Tired. Broken. Alone.
From the desert to a house bustling with people. And yet she was alone. No one heard her screams, her cries, her pleas. She was there to bear it all on her own.
She leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. Had she indeed sealed her fate with one click of her camera? Her tears streamed down her face silently. She was too weak to cry aloud anymore.
She had demeaned herself. Broken her pride. But being bound and gagged for the second time had completely destroyed any remaining spirit in her. She felt like an animal, harnessed and dragged about at her masters’ pleasures. Now, she was being married. And tomorrow? How would her masters like to be pleased tomorrow?
She began to hum to herself. “Wake me up inside, wake me up inside, call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone. Save me...” She stopped, interspersed by another onslaught of sobs. “Save me… from… the nothing.” She sniveled, banging the crown of her head against the wall. “From the nothing I’ve become [9] .”
She covered her face, weeping uncontrollably. She scrambled up to her feet and raced through the room maniacally, desperately looking for an exit, pulling down curtains and breaking anything that hindered her in the process.
There were no secret exits. Every window in the bedroom was barred with sturdy steel rods. She let out an agonizing scream and tore at the bedspreads with rage.
But like always, no one came. No one responded. Not one soul in that godforsaken place was even fucking curious.
She collapsed to the floor, leaning tiredly onto the bed frame. Give it up, Nora. You are well and truly fucked.
Adam closed the bedroom doors behind him, ensuring that he had turned the key to lock it. He heard her screaming inside and he clenched his fists.
He glanced to the side and expected to see them stand there. The women of Darul-Ilhaam. He had caught sight of them crossing the courtyard, making their way towards his bedroom. Obviously, they were curious, wanting to know more of the Western woman he had imprisoned within his walls.
But they were also eavesdroppers for their husbands and for anyone who paid them enough to cause him harm.
He turned towards them and smiled. “Let her scream. I don’t want her bothered. And until I permit it, I don’t want anyone entering my bedroom.”
They nodded their veiled covered heads profusely.
He let them whisper in soft undertones as he exited the hallway and into the courtyard. Someone gave him his salaam and he raised a hand to wave at them, trying his best to appear cheerful.
“I heard you’re getting married.” Another slapped his back, startling him. But it was only Basel. He coughed as he tried to pull himself together.
“Yes. But I’m trying to keep it a quiet one, Basel,” he said. “So do me a favor and don’t announce it to the world just yet.”
“Oh, right.” The short, stocky bearded man winked. “It’s one of those ones. I suppose you’re right considering how many hearts you’re going to break as a result of that.”
“Well.” He shrugged. “Sometimes you can’t help stepping over a few to get to the one you want.” He looked uncertainly into the distance. “I have to go, Basel. Some of the vehicles need repairing.”
“Yeah, okay,” the man replied with a frown. “Why do you work on the cars? You know we have our boys to do
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