same voice told her that if Jonul survived he would return and rape her today, tomorrow, and every day after that. Both scenarios filled her with horror and she sobbed and shivered with extreme fear. The fighting went on for hours. To Aya the sound of shouting and gunshots seemed to move farther and farther away. She couldn’t tell what time it was. The windows were barricaded, making it impossible to see if it was day or night. Aya was thirsty, she needed to pee badly, and her legs and arms hurt from being stretched so uncomfortably. This day was the worst in her life, and she almost wished she would die from dehydration because of all the tears she had cried. In the end she eventually dozed off from her exhaustion.
CHAPTER 7
The Return of the Tormenter
Aya Aya didn’t know what had woken her up – the pain of her pressing bladder or the sound of footsteps on the stairs. At first she held her breath, listening to the steps coming closer. She could hear him just outside the bedroom door, and the closer the footsteps came the more rigid her body got as she laid helplessly stretched out and tied up on his bed. Her terror sensitized her further to every creaking floorboard and his rasped breathing. He had been running and was out of breath, but Aya knew that wouldn’t be enough to keep him from raping her. He was by the door now; it was a matter of seconds before he would bring her pure misery. Aya held her breath and squeezed her eyes tight, like a small child hoping that the monster in the shadows would go away if he couldn’t see or hear her. But this monster wasn’t going away. The door creaked open, making Aya turn her head away to avoid what was coming. He didn’t speak but she could feel his presence as he stood there observing her quietly. What is he waiting for? Aya forced herself to turn and look. It wasn’t Jonul staring back at her. It was the man from the marketplace, and he just stood there with an incredulous glance. “Please don’t hurt me,” Aya sobbed and wished she could dry away her tears and running nose. He didn’t speak but blinked a few times before he started walking towards the bed. “Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me,” Aya screamed. The man narrowed his eyes as he reached the bed and bent over her. The last thing Aya saw was his hands moving up, and then she gave a high-pitched scream. “Shut up,” he hissed and put a hand over her mouth. Aya’s nostrils were flaring, and her eyes were wide open and looking straight into eyes that were almost black now. His face was very close to hers and he looked intensely into her wide-open eyes. “I won’t hurt you.” Aya made a muffled sound under his hand. The man started to untie her left arm and made a frustrated growl. “I need both my hands to do this. You have to be quiet… all right?“ Aya nodded eagerly. He untied her left hand and then he looked at her right hand. The bed was pressed against the wall and he would have to climb across her to get to it. He turned his attention to her feet instead and worked on them while Aya kept repeating “Thank you!” in a low voice. Her tears of terror had changed into tears of relief. As soon as she had both legs and her right arm free she got up in a sitting position and tried to untie her right arm. “I can’t get the knot undone,” Aya exclaimed in frustration. The young man climbed onto the bed and tried to push her aside so he could work on the knot, but there was nowhere for Aya to move. She looked up at him and saw him assess the situation. He couldn’t avoid touching her naked body, but at this point she didn’t care as long as he freed her from the gnawing rope around her wrist. She didn’t know if he would understand English, but she didn’t have the vocabulary to explain in Spiri. “Just do it quickly. I’m about to pee in the bed or die with a ruptured bladder.” He nodded and eight seconds later she was free. Aya ran to the