Kian

At first, I thought it was a joke. My uncle wouldn’t be that cruel to subject me to such torture and even if he were cruel—certainly not to me. Even when I was whipped before him, I believed that he only wanted to instill fear in me so that I would cave in and sign the divorce papers as fast as possible. 

That was the belief I held onto, until minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days, and days into a week. And with every growing torture and with my uncle not returning, it slowly hit me that this wasn’t child’s play and it wouldn’t cost him...