Amisha’s breath grew jagged, raw with panic. She couldn’t endure another moment of this vile man’s looming shadow. Her trembling hands broke free from his grip, and with a burst of defiance, she shoved him hard. Afzal stumbled back, two steps of unbalance gifting her a fleeting moment of freedom.
She spat at his feet, her eyes burning with rage and disgust.
“Filth like you is why women are never safe. What do you gain from torturing us? Power? Pleasure? You steal our peace and crown yourselves gods? Disgusting.”
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