5. Torture

A stone-like obstruction formed in her throat as it clogged up. She rubbed her neck to ease the pain of his brutal hold away. She was still breathing heavily, facing the floor as big fat tears poured out of her eyes and fell on the floor.

The door creaked open and she felt her heart galloping to her mouth as she stumbled to her feet. She swiveled around and her eyes landed on the huge table that was being escorted into the room by two bulky-looking men. The blue-eyed guy named Farhan walked in holding briefcases in his hands.

She was gazing at them terrified when her view was blocked by a wide chest, she stumbled a step back and her fear-filled eyes whipped up to meet with the darkest obsidian eyes that caused every cell in her body to rattle in absolute fear.

She shook her head in fear and he hadn't even said a thing. "P..please... I... I... didn't... kill him..." She stammered in a croaky voice.

He tilted his head, the cynical cold look on his face was enough to scream at her to run for her life.

She could hear the footsteps of those guys fading away in the background and it seemed they were her last hope. "Please! Don't go! Don't leave me with this man!" She screamed at those guys, grabbing her ghagra (long fancy skirt), she tried to run but she barely took two steps when he seized her arm in an iron grip.

She was yanked back roughly so the side of her body clashed with his, she immediately tried to step away to create appropriate distance but he only jerked her closer. He dipped his face down and her heart dropped when she felt his hot breath fanning her temple. 

"You still have a chance," He warned the last time and a tear fell on her cheek. 

She faced him and their eyes met. He was so close but she didn't care. She wants to tell him the truth while looking him in the eyes no matter how much those obsidian pools frightened her.

"M...maine nhi mara usay... (I didn't kill him)."  She said so innocently in her timid voice that he could've easily believed her but he knew what hides behind such innocent faces.

"Fine, woman. You brought it on yourself," He snickered and yanked her towards the table. She tried to struggle and resist but her strength was nothing compared to the beast of a man.

Her stomach twisted up in knots when her eyes fell on the things placed on the table, she couldn't even recognize half of the things. But the sharp knives, giant cutters, and thorny whips were enough to terrorize every nerve in her being.

"No... please..." She cried trying to free her arm from his brutal grip. 

He grabbed one of the small knives and her struggles grew frantic. "No..." She cried trying to pry his hand off her neck but it was impossible.

He faced her again and all the blood drained out of her system. He raised the knife and she placed her free arm on her eyes and moved back as much as she could as if that would protect her from his assault.

"Closing your eyes won't mean you are invisible," He sneered and her stomach twisted in knots.

"H..he b..bought me for a night... H..he was f..forcing himself o..on me. P...please, I...I... just hit him with a l...lamp and r..ran away. T...that wasn't e...enough to kill him. H...he was still breathing when I ran a...away from there..." She was hiccupping and shaking badly as she told him the truth hoping that he would let her go.

"The f*ck. You think I'll believe that bullshit?" He asked with a low growl, tightening his hold on her arm.

A cry of pain tore through her lips as she tried to remove his deadly grip but he continued to tighten his hold and in all the hysteria she did something unexpected, she grabbed the first thing that came into her hand from the table and plunged it into his flesh.

His hold loosened on her arm but it was still firm enough that she couldn't free her arm. Her eyes fell on his arm and her eyes widened in horror. Her fear-filled orbs whipped up to meet his hues, and there was fury swarming in those orbs.

Letting go of her arm he instantly grabbed her wrist and jerked her arm straight, the sharp edge of his knife met her skin and she froze as their eyes met. Her teary pools held sheer fear and his eyes were full of wrath.

"This is your last chance." He warned. A menacing aura encircles him.

She was tongue-tied. There was only one answer on her lips which was the truth but he didn't want to hear that and it terrifies her even more.

When she didn't answer, he deliberately pierced her skin with the dagger earning a painful cry from her. "I d..didn't kill him. Believe me! I'm not lying!" The next thing she screamed in agonizing pain was when he sliced a few inches of her skin in a vertical line.

Blood poured out of her arm as she gazed at the blood with wide horrified eyes. The pain wasn't there, numbness consumed her for a little while and she watched the knife as he pulled it out.

The crimson of her blood fell on his hand as it dripped down on the floor. 

"Wanna tell the truth now?" He asked in calmness. It was as if her blood had calmed his beast down.

She continued to watch the blood pouring out. Her eyes flickered up to meet his eyes for a brief second before they fell on the knife plunged into his arm. He was bleeding as well. But there was no pain etched on his face.

Icy chills started to engulf her body as her vision became blurry. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes focused on the ruthless man but her body gave up on her, her body swayed a little. Eyes fluttering close and just as that darkness consumed her.

The last thing she saw was his obsidian eyes that held confusion and his arms wrapping around her waist.

He watched as her body sagged and she was about to fall back if not for his hold on her wrist as he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to his chest.

She fainted.

He watched her in silence. Her cheeks were all wet with tears, the tip of her nose all red. He felt wetness on his chest and that was when he realized she was bleeding and he was f*cking gaping at her like an idiot.

He should've let her body fall but instead, he gently laid her body down on the floor. She had properly wrapped her veil around her body but still, he could make out her curves. Cursing in annoyance he ambled out of the room. Farhan and a few of the men stood there as they immediately straightened up seeing him and their eyes widened when they found a tiny knife plunged into his bicep.

"B..boss," one of the guys stuttered, gaping at the knife.

He looked down and cursed under his breath. Yanking it out he tossed it away as blood oozed out. Taking out his handkerchief he tied it on his arm and tightened the knot with the help of his teeth and hand.

He looked up and they all were gaping at him. First at his face and then at his wound. It was written all over their faces. They were wondering how in the world their mighty merciless boss got stabbed by that tiny woman. Even Farhan was wide-eyed.

He clenched his jaw and glared at his men and they all immediately looked away but Farhan continued to look at him with a raised brow in question.

"Stitch her wound. And fed her something. I don't want her dying, yet." He snickered in low menace as Farhan nodded his head. He dialed for their personal doctor who works for the mafia and he walked into the room to stop her bleeding until the doctor got there.

Farhan left the door open as he wrapped a handkerchief around the wound to stop the bleeding as much as possible.

Salaar stood there stiff and rigid. His hands were clenched into fists as he stared at the girl with lips set into a thin line.

Hamza took out a cigarette and he lit it up, placing the end bud between his lips he dragged a long puff. His eyes flickered across his men and he noticed almost all of them were glimpsing inside the room.

"What the f*ck are you looking at?" He growled venomously as they all flinched before they straightened up with their eyes cast down to the floor and their hands behind their backs.

"I don't want any of you near that woman. Am I clear?" He snarled and they all nodded their heads.

Her words raked his head. She said Zeeshan was forcing himself on her. He bought her for a night. The f*ck she meant by he was forcing her. And the bastard wasn't just hit by a lamp. He was butchered like a lump of meat.

It irritates him. If it was anyone else in this woman's place he would've tried to crack a deal just to save his or her own ass but she was persistent in going on with her innocent facade. He closed his eyes shut in annoyance and dragged another puff.

He walked out of the warehouse into the fresh air. He noticed one of his men escorting the doctor inside who trembled just at the sight of him.

Hamza ignored them as he walked further toward his car and leaned against it. His mind was playing her confrontation with the girl like a reel again and again just to catch hold of any evidence, mistake, or anything but he came out blank except for her unique fear-filled greenish-brown eyes that raked his mind.

Farhan came to stand beside him as one of his men escorted the doctor out of the place.

"She lost consciousness because she was dehydrated and low on blood sugar. And the blood loss includes." Farhan said calmly which earned him a glare from Hamza.

"Why the f*ck you look sympathetic for her?" He growled like a deranged man. Farhan stared away, he was the only one among his mafia who could talk to him normally because they were childhood friends. 

"I don't know. She seemed innocent." Farhan said genuinely and his words irked Hamza to no end.

"You are saying this because of her innocent looks!" He grumbled irritatedly.

"It's not like that-" Farhan started but Hamza cut him in the middle.

"Innocent faces, vicious killers. Don't get fooled by her." He gritted out staring down at his palm which was now adorned with the crimson of her blood.

Deep red...