"What are you...." her words were left incomplete for the unexpected turn of events went to its worse state. The intruder gripped her hair and pushed the white muslin cloth more into face. His information was right. The girl was a fighter. A strong blow fell direct on his nose, and it was hard not to cry In pain. But nothing he could not handle, the the struggle for freedom was just for a few moments and then she was still, as still as a corpse. Letting the body fall freely under gravity, he calmly folded the cloth back and slipped it into the pocket of his old dirty trousers and moved out of the room like nothing happened. Once he was a good distance away from the room his face split into two with a half smile. Although his nose ached badly, he cleaned the blood away from the back of his
