WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE!
"Should I open it?" Zahra hesitated while her hand hovered over the box.
But a sudden fear in her heart made her retract her hand back.
"It could have something dreadful," she murmured.
She hadn't overcome her fear of the dark, but she had grown used to it by now.
The constant state of tension and uncertainty inside this suffocating place somewhat felt familiar to her.
Hours had passed since she was thrown into this suffocating confinement, each minute stretching into eternity in the oppressive silence.
"They even destroyed my dress," Zahra mumbled as she looked at her torn dress by the whipping she got from the kidnappers.
She then looked at arms, and legs, tears rolling down her cheeks in disgust.