"Mrs Gene?"
I was trying to process the moment.
My hands were tied with a rope and so were my legs. I had fought, tremendously like anybody would say. My efforts were excellent but with a taekwondo mistress, maybe I should have excelled in an extra course. I was trapped, entirely in what was her plan all along.
"Don't start with the formality."
The moment my eyes traced her, the door was shut closed and she walked towards me.
What had happened needed a rewind.
Because it happened too fast.
One moment I was on the chair, and the next moment, I was waiting for her to punish me or lets say, take me to where she want.
The minute my fingers had taken that photo, she had transformed into a beast.
A lively one.
And I realised all those words had been a threat, a warning, for the Uri s
