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corners of her mouth bleeding.
    “I told you I asked the questions here.” He pointed down at her, warning her. “Are you a spy?”
    “No, you asshole, I’m not!”
    He tugged her head up by the hair and pulled her bruised face up to him. “You will speak to me with respect.”
    “The fuck I will.”
    His mouth scrunched angrily and he threw her against the wall. “Where are the pictures?!”
    He kicked her in the belly and she screamed. The pain tore her insides, her head reeled. She doubled over, trying to protect herself from his violent kicks to her body.
    “Where are the pictures?! Where are the photographs?!”
    The door flung open and the woman ran in, trying to pull the man away from her. But he would not relent as he grabbed a fistful of Nora’s hair and dragged her across the floor. The woman pushed him with brute force. But it was not until Nora thought the woman had threatened him, did he stop.
    “Tomorrow, I will come back,” he minced at Nora. “You better have some answers then.”
    He gave one final glaring glance at the woman and then stormed out of the room with rage.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Nora groaned on the floor as she clutched her stomach. The woman bent down to check on her. She clicked her tongue with sympathy and said something. Nora didn’t understand what it was, but it did sound like English.
    The woman left her and Nora cried softly, suddenly missing her. She didn’t know her. And she certainly didn’t trust her. But she didn’t want to be alone for now.
    As if an answer to her prayer, the woman returned, but this time with a bowl of warm water and a towel.
    “Sshhh,” she said when Nora cried on seeing her. “He’ll hear you and he will come back.”
    Nora nodded and bit her lips hard, trying to stifle her cries.
    The woman washed her face and the warmth of the damp towel against her swelling flesh soothed her. She winced slightly as the woman dabbed on the cut on her lip.
    “Thank you,” Nora mumbled after a little while. Her voice croaked and she could barely speak. Each syllable she uttered hurt her diaphragm, the sounds feeling like they were hammering at her ribs, breaking it into pieces.
    The woman lifted her shirt and exclaimed in horror. Nora could tell she had released some vulgarities by the tone of her voice. She didn’t need a translator to understand that.
    “Is it bad?” Nora asked, trying to sound as courageous as she could.
    “He’s a mad man. It’s all blue and black.” The woman shook her head and dabbed at it with her damp towel. “But don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
    Nora winced at the mere touch of the towel against her ribs. The spasm speared through her nerves and she ground her teeth. “Why are you doing this?”
    The woman said nothing, dabbing gently at her bruised ribs.
    “Why won’t you speak to me?” Nora groaned.
    The woman withdrew the towel, bracing herself to stand up.
    Nora clutched onto her hand quickly. “At least, tell me your name.”
    The woman gave her a small, sympathetic smile. “My name is Freba. You mustn’t talk too much to me. Mateen doesn’t like it. He will only hurt you more.”
    “But why has he brought me here? What is he going to do to me?”
    “Shhh,” Freba said nervously, glancing quickly over at the door. “Don’t worry. I’m bringing help. Okay?”
    “Okay.” Nora nodded, sighing thankfully. Help was good. Help was coming. All she needed to do was be patient. But being patient was also the hardest thing to bear when she was doubling in pain, and the thought of her tormentor walking back anytime through that door lurking at the back of her mind.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Just as she had expected, Mateen, the tormentor arrived back again in her prison.
    She withdrew to the end of the room, trembling. Being dead didn’t hurt at all. It was the torture leading to that that did.
    He sneered. “Have you decided to tell me where those pictures are?”
    She tried to keep a bold face,