After what happened, I had stopped struggling and fighting, I didn’t want to do anything which could cause him to come to me.

Before I knew it, a few days passed. I was in the lounge of his farmhouse surrounded by his men, making it impossible to escape.

“Why am I here? Why haven’t you killed me yet?” I asked Akram, disturbed as this question was repeated constantly in my mind.

They killed Asim and his family without a second thought then why not me?

“I am just as ignorant as you are.” He mumbled, using his phone, not interested in my talks.

“Do you have kids?”

“Hmm. Two teenage...