Anaya's entire body ached, as she had been sitting in the same chair for god knows how long. Her tears had long dried, and she had no energy left. She looked around, and it was the same room, only if felt more suffocating.

The stuff that man had dumped out of her purse still laid on the ground. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to do something, she had to get out.

"HELP!" she screamed, on the top of her lungs.

"ANYONE? HELP!" She yelled.

"PLEASE!"

No one answered. So she thought of a reason they might come in for.

"I HAVE TO USE THE BATHROOM!" She shouted.

"IS ANYONE THERE? HELP! HELP!" She continued to scream.

And then after what felt like forever, she heard keys and some shuffling right out the door. A different man came in one that she hadn't seen. He pressed on his ear, and she knew he was trying to get someone's attention from his headset.

"She wants to go to the bathroom, what do I do?" He asked.

Anaya controlled the strong urge to roll her eyes, what the heck can you do? She thought.

"I can't let her go here. I am the one who has to clean it up!" He complained.

Anaya felt nauseous at their conversation as she grit her teeth from her innocent anger.

"Okay, let's go." He said, breaking the tie from her legs, and gripping her arm.

"Please don't touch me. I will follow you." She said, jumping away from him.

"Whatever, hurry the hell up." He spat.

He brought her up the stairs and to a tall gray door. She looked around for a second, and it looked like an office. With a wide mahogany desk, leather chair, and four chairs around a table in front of it.

"Go." The man said.

"How?" Anaya looked at him, raising her tied hands.

"Don't even try to make a move." He said through his clenched teeth.

He snapped the tie open, and Anaya had never felt something more relieving. She opened the door and went inside, locking it.

Anaya didn't need to use the bathroom, she needed to escape. She looked around the large bathroom, and there were windows on top of the tub.

She took water in her hand and flooded most of the tiled floor as much as she could,it was the best shot she had. She took the towel off from the holder and broke it from the wall pushing her entire weight on it to break it and walking towards the window she pulled the blinds all the way up before she hit the glass as hard as she could. It cracked a little bit, and the man from outside noticed, as he began to mess with the doorknob.

She quickly hit it harder and continued to until it shattered, and then she jumped out of it. She must've been on the first floor because she fell right onto grass.

Anaya ran, she ran like her life depended on it- because well, it did. Until she felt a snap, and it was her shoe's heel. She cursed herself for her shoe choice, and immediately took her shoes off, throwing them away.

Anaya tried to find the exit hastily, but the field was so wide it felt like she had been running for hours. Hearing the shouts from behind her, she tried to sprint even faster looking back as she ran until she finally saw the gate. She quickly ran to it and tried to open the giant barrier, moving the big lock as fast as she could.

She heard yelling again, and she looked back but instead of seeing the empty range, she saw a chest clad in a black dress shirt.

She turned around, knowing it was over. But she tried to open the gate, again. Until she felt someone grip her arm and turn her around.

It was him.

The boss guy who had taken her phone, and interrogated her- frightening her to no end.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and she couldn't help but cry.

"Boss, I was right out the door she broke the-"

The man put his hand up as a sign to stop the guard from speaking, and he gestured them to leave with the same hand. Anaya didn't want to be alone with the guy again.

It's not like those mean guards were on your side anyway. She thought.

She didn't say anything, and just let her tears fall. It wasn't like she would ask the guy to let her go, and he would listen. She had no choice whatsoever.

"Why are you crying, habibti?" He said, both her arms in his grip. She didn't know what he just called her, but if it was meant to be friendly, it didn't work.

"What do you want from me?" Anaya murmured in the midst of her cries, trying to shake his hold away. Sensing her discomfort, he only pulled her closer, her bare feet almost coming on top of his black leather shoes but she still didn't stop resisting.

"Well, I want you to go back inside." He said, his voice so low it made her shudder.

She shook her head frantically as if she was a child who wasn't listening, trying to push herself back towards the gate away from him.

"The less you resist, the easier it is for you." He spoke. His grip on her not that sturdy, but strong enough for her to not be able to break free.

"Let me go," She tried to scream, but it came out as a loud squeaky sob. She looked straight into his eyes, and she thought of trying to distract him. She let out a small yelp as if something had stabbed her foot, and he looked down his grip loosening unconsciously as she yanked his arm away, and sprinted.

She tried to go through the smaller door next to the gate she had noticed, she opened the door but before she could go out of it, her world turned upside down- literally, as the man threw her over his shoulders.

"You're a clever one aren't you." He said.

She screamed, kicking his chest, and shaking her entire body, but it had absolutely no effect on him as he walked inside easily.

"Put me down!"

She hated how her voice had died down when she needed it the most. Her throat parched from all the running she attempted to do.

He opened a door and set her down on a bed this time. She quickly stood up and looked at the door, striving to go towards it, not giving up.

He took a hold of both her wrists and sat her down forcefully kneeling down to her level.

"Settle down. You're going to be here for a while, so might as well just give in to it hmm?"

"NO!" She said, to his face.

He got up and took out a key from his pocket showing it to her as he smirked, he walked to the door, leaving the room and closed it as she saw the lock click in place.

Anaya looked around the room, and there was no window. It was just a simple white room. It was decorated beautifully but she hated every inch of it.

She got up and went towards the first door that was inside of her room. She went inside and it was a full bathroom, yet again with no windows.

It was as if they had architected this room just to torture her. The second door was just a closet, with only basic color shirts, and a couple of jeans and tights.

A tear fell out of her eye, as she realized the room had been set up as if she was actually going to be here for a while. Anaya decided to calm herself down, and she remembered that the Qibla is East South East in the United States, so she took the blanket that laid on top of the ottoman and laid it down to be that east.

She went to the bathroom and looked at her self. Her hijab all over the place and her face drained of color. She unpinned her scarf and tied her hair into a looser bun. She took off her Abaya and turned on the tap water to rinse off her sweat and do Wudu.

She dried her self off and dusted the abaya before she put it on again. Her head throbbed, and there was a constant urge to weep as loud as she can in her chest.

She wrapped the scarf on her head. And looked at the clock that was on the wall. It read at 6:26 PM so she made the intention to offer Asr salah.

She cried in sujood and begged for protection, and help.

Both for her and her father.

The father who had left her without a single thought, but she was unaware of that, just like how she'd been oblivious of his actions for her entire life.