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Confined Love

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When he hit me, I didn't say a word. Not even a squeak, I was too tired to fight back, not anymore. When he was with her in our matrimonial bed, I cried myself to sleep in the guest room. Then, he did the unthinkable and threw me in jail because of his mistress. That’s when he crossed the line - Zahra Zahra and Ali have never crossed paths before. Not until a random arrangement crosses her parents’ minds.Life is not all roses…Ever since they got married, Zahra has had to handle a great ordeal with her husband, who has extra-marital affairs right in front of her face. When her patience wanes, and he pushes her into Jail, she returns bigger and better.

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After swallowing 5 pills, I was hit again. The torture never seemed to end in this house. Every one of them loved abusing me as if it was some sort of sport. Maybe it gave them a sensation of thrill, or maybe they just loved seeing me hurt. It's not as if I could do anything anyway, all I'd have to do was cope until it's all over.

 

My brother, Mike, walked in with a stern look. "Did you clean my room?" He asked quietly as he stared down at my short frame covered in a tattered dress. At 5'5, I had nothing on him, he could pick me up and fling me across the room. Something that had happened before, and I tried to avoid.

 

I gulped harshly before finding the voice to speak, "Yes, I did." I hid my hand at my back, picking at my thumb's cuticle with my pointer finger. "It doesn't look clean," he marched forward, pulling my hair back and forcing me to look up at him. "Go clean it again." He bellowed, he was scary when he did that.

 

"Bu-but, I spent all my time this morning cleaning it," I murmured weakly as my heart sank to my stomach. Before I could comprehend what was happening, a palm struck my cheek brutally. I winced in pain, staggering backward as I cupped my cheek with my hand. It felt like the heat of a thousand suns was pricking at my skin, as tears slid down my face.

 

"Go. Clean. My. Room." He stormed off, his fists clenched, a telltale sign of his dastardly anger.

 

This always happened, I'd be pushed around like a mutt, like a slave. If I don't do what is ordered of me, they resort to hitting me. My mum, dad, even brother.

 

I slipped out of the room, taking a look at my reflection in the corridor's mirror. My cheek had turned a dark hue of red, and there was an obvious palm mark on my face.

 

I trudged to his room, sweeping it clean and re-organizing the things he had scattered. By the time I came back out, he was in the corridor and entered his room. I paced around in front of my bedroom door, to see if he was going to come out again, but after 5 minutes of waiting, he didn't show.

 

Just before I slipped into my room, I heard the front door of the house open. It was very creaky, sitting on its hinges for a while now, and certainly loud enough for the whole house to hear. The house itself was rickety and old, falling apart at the seams, just like my life…

 

It was a foreign voice, deep and husky. I didn't want to peep, that would've been rude of me and would warrant punishment, but I couldn't help it. Making sure the coast was clear, I tiptoed to the edge of the living room's door, pushing the door slightly open. The strange person immediately caught my eye. Though he was sitting on the couch, I could tell he was quite tall. He wore a fancy, navy blue suit and spoke calmly. His voice seemed so soothing that I could listen to it all day, I didn't even focus on what he was saying, but I caught a few words, like 'sell' and 'money'.

 

I might've stayed at the door too long because the door swung open in full force.

 

"Oh!" Mother looked surprised before her expression changed to one of softness. I was confused since anger was one of her main expressions towards me. She ushered me away from the doorway and into the living room, "Just the person we were looking for…" She smiled gently, as I sat across from the handsome man.

 

"Ali, this is Zahra, my lovely daughter." Mother said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder affectionately. My nose wrinkled in annoyance, as I glanced at Father relaxed on his resting chair.

 

So, his name is Ali.

 

It sounded so nice, and he looked so dreamy.

 

I timidly looked into his eyes, pitch black. The way he looked at me, he was literally staring into my soul. I looked away, still confused as to why Mother called for me. 

 

"Zahra, he's here with a proposal." Mother squealed in delight.

 

"What is it?" I asked, an eyebrow raised.

 

"He wants your hand in marriage."

 

Wait, what?

 

"Huh?" An expression of confusion spread across my face. Marriage? Already??

I smiled silently at Ali, as I clenched my hands together in my lap, picking at my cuticles once again. I had peeled them back so hard that pools of blood had started to form beneath my nails.

 

Maybe he was my Prince Charming, my escape from this terrible, horrible house. I wanted to escape, I wanted to get away, and maybe this was my chance.

 

Thank the Gods.

 

Ali stood up, straightening his suit, and smiling warmly, "Lovely to meet you."

 

"Pack your bags and we shall be on our way."

 

I rushed into my room and frantically threw clothes into my luggage box. Underwear, dresses, skirts, even my tattered shoes. Once I was done, I made sure I packed up my diary, and other essentials. The suitcase was filled to the brim once I was done with it, but I managed to zip it up by sitting on it to compress it.

 

I dragged my suitcase into the living room, as Mother, Father, and Ali conversed along. I was glad I was leaving. Good riddance to them all…All the torture I'd endured would finally come to an end. Maybe this was going to be my happily ever after.

 

As they ended their conversation, Ali took my hand gently, grabbing my suitcase with the other. "Shall we?" I nodded, opening the door and stepping outside.

 

Freedom. That's what it felt like. I inhaled deeply as I took a step towards the luxurious car, parked in front of our not-so-elegant house.

 

This wasn't home. I was going home with my Prince Charming, unaware of the consequences that I would face.

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“I said,  go" I warn her. She scoffed and cursed in Russian under her breath. But made her way to the door. "It was nice meeting you" she addressed Maya who I think passed out. I walked to the pole and started untying her hands. I did it slowly so I wouldn't hurt her already bleeding fingers. She is going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow. I caught her before she fell and her face contracted in pain. My suit had blood on it as well, not that I cared. I carried her against my chest looking at her face. Her hair was a different kind of red. God I fucked up big time, she will definitely kill me. I walked with her in my arms out of the basement. "Oh god" I hear, I walked in to the living room. It was filled with Aria and some of her friends, also Enzo and Alessio, who was shaking his head at me when he saw Maya. "Who is she" I hear the girls whispering "Call the doctor" I tell them carrying her upstairs to my room. I sat at the corner of my room with a drink in my hand. With a clean fresh suit. I stared at her unmoving body on my bed, she looks so small on it. The doctor came and checked her body, she had bruised all over her body, a small concussion and her ribs were bruised. Veronica might have went over board this time. He cleaned her cuts and left a ton of medicine she has to take for the pain. He also attached a drip to her cause she was dehydrated. I cleaned her with wet towels and changed her filthy clothes. I was so thankful she didn't wake up, I didn't know how she would react to me seeing her naked. I noticed small cuts and scars on her upper thigh. She also had old ligature marks on her wrists. Something happened to her and I was going to find out what. I put her in one of my shirt and let her sleep. I had to chance into a new suit, my other one was covered in her blood. And I was meant to be at a party very soon. I had to make sure every gun and anything that can be used as a weapon was taking out of my room, I don't want her hurting anyone or me. And I know when she wakes up, she is going to want to kill me. I don't know what to do with her now and I couldn't let her go, she's seen too much. CIA agent Maya Reed is undercover in a mission In Italy, for the past 3 months. When her partner gets killed and all hell breaks loose. She gets kidnapped by the most power Mafia boss in Italy. She tries to escape still having faith that the Americans are looking for her. Not knowing they think she died. Lorenzo … Cold. Ruthless. Killer. I am respected and feared by all. I wasn’t put on this earth to love or be loved. I was put to be a killer, to be feared. When I find a strange girl in my club , killing two of my best costumers. I don’t let her live out of compassion. She’s a trinket, my plaything.

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