Justice for Aisha

**Aisha's POV**

"I think someone's been following me," I muttered to myself, walking quickly through the darkness of the night. Every few steps, I glanced back, hoping to catch sight of whoever might be behind me. But every time I looked, there was no one there. The sound of footsteps seemed to get closer, increasing my anxiety. I grabbed my phone from my bag and tried to call my boyfriend, Randi, but he didn't pick up. I tried calling again, but still, no answer.

I quickened my pace, seeing a silhouette of someone walking behind me. I wasn't sure if this person was intentionally following me or just a random passerby. I glanced back again and saw a familiar figure. "That person looks familiar, but who is it? Why are they following me all this way?" I thought. "Why isn't Randi answering my calls? Where is he?" I muttered to myself, picking up my speed.

I kept walking, trying to ignore the increasingly close footsteps, until I saw an abandoned house at the end of the street. Without thinking, "I should hide in that empty house until it's safe," I muttered. I decided to enter the house, hoping to find a hiding spot inside and avoid any potential threat.

Once inside, I immediately searched for a safe hiding place. I opened several room doors until I found an old, slightly damaged wardrobe in one of the rooms. "This wardrobe seems like a good place to hide," I thought. I crawled inside the wardrobe and carefully closed the door, trying not to make any noise.

Inside the dark wardrobe, the sound of footsteps grew louder and clearer. My heart pounded faster. "Why did I hide in this empty house?" I muttered, regretting my decision to come in here. Now I was trapped with no way out.

I heard a faint male voice calling my name. "Aisha... Aisha... I know you're hiding in this house. Come out, don't be afraid. I just want to talk to you."

The voice sounded very familiar. "That sounds like Daniel. What does he want with me?" I wondered, my fear growing with the situation.

After a few moments of silence, with no more sounds, I felt slightly relieved. "Maybe he's gone," I thought, hoping I could soon leave my hiding spot and get out of the house. But suddenly, the wardrobe door burst open with a loud bang, revealing Daniel's familiar face. This time, however, his face was filled with anger and hatred.

"So, you're hiding here, Aisha," he said coldly.

"What do you want, Daniel?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"I just want to have some fun with you, Aisha, so don't be afraid," he sneered with a menacing grin.

I shrank back into the corner of the wardrobe, my fear intensifying. "Don't try anything, Daniel... If you come any closer, I'll scream," I challenged, trying to hide my fear.

"Ha... ha... go ahead and scream, Aisha. No one will hear you. This house is far from any neighbors, so it's useless," he laughed, moving closer and trying to pull me out of the old wardrobe.

"Help... Help... Let go of me, Daniel!!" I screamed, kicking at him, trying to break free. Seeing him fall to the ground, I seized the opportunity to escape. I ran, but after just a few steps, he caught my leg.

"You're not going anywhere, Aisha. I've locked all the doors in this house. Just enjoy my game," he whispered with malice, pulling me closer.

I continued to struggle, pleading with him to let me go. "Please, Daniel... don't do this," I begged, crying in fear.

With an evil grin, he tore at my clothes forcefully. "It's useless to resist, Aisha. Just enjoy my touch," he threatened, his eyes filled with lust.

Using my remaining strength, I kneed him in the groin. As he doubled over in pain, I ran again, trying to find an exit. "Damn it... the door is locked. How did he get the key to this abandoned house?" I whispered in panic, realizing I couldn't open the door. I kept trying the door handle, banging on the door, and screaming for help. "Help... help... someone, please help me," I shouted, pounding on the door.

"You're looking for this, right, Aisha?" he said, holding up a key. "I told you, you're not getting out of here. I'm lucky the key was still hanging in the lock."

He approached again and grabbed my hand. "Where do you think you're going, Aisha? Don't waste your energy; it's useless!" he shouted in my face.

"Daniel, please don't hurt me," I pleaded, pushing his hand away and trying to avoid him. "Be quiet... you're testing my patience, Aisha," he yelled, throwing me to the ground. Seeing me lying helpless, he crawled over and pinned me down.

"Daniel... please let me go... Help," I cried out, desperately trying to free myself with the last of my strength.

"I told you to be quiet," he said, trying to cover my mouth. I bit his hand as hard as I could to stop him from silencing me.

"Agh... you bit me? You b***h," he reflexively slapped me hard. My head throbbed, and my ears rang. "Now you can't escape, Aisha. If you had obeyed earlier, I wouldn't have hit you," he said, his voice filled with lust.