He left after that day and didn't return for a few days.

Probably because it enraged him or did something I was not supposed to.

But I knew it won't remain long. He would return to torment my soul which he did.

I was praying Isha(a prayer name) at night. Sitting on the prayer mat, I was desperately asking for protection because I didn’t feel safe here at all.

From him and his men, I could feel their licentious intentions from afar, each second, I had to fight for my leftover respect.

But, I didn’t know for how long I could.

With tears in the corner, I was whispering, “Ya...