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Meet me in the park next to your house right now. RCR.

What is this guy on? Does he think he's my father bossing me around.

My dried up mouth was unable to give Lameesa an answer as she pried about the unknown number. What should I say to her? How do I get myself out of this?

"It's just a random number scamming me Misa. Nothing too serious" the white lie escaped my mouth with no hesitation. Was it bad that now I could lie without feeling anything?

Of-course I felt guilty for lying to my sister, but it had to be done.

"Oh okay. I was a bit worried there wondering who the unknown number was" she exclaimed. I half heartedly smiled which didn't quite reach my eyes. Thankfully her attention was turned back to the movie.

After seven minutes of debating in my head whether I should go or no, I gave into the demons words. Like I normally did.

"Hey Lameesa, is it okay if I go out for fresh air" I asked, trying to look as less suspicious as possible. She looked away from the tv at the window. It was getting pretty dark even though it was just 5 pm.

"I don't see why not. Just don't be too late though, you know how mama gets and also avoid any place that's not crowded" she exclaimed shrugging. I grinned brightly at her before hurriedly putting on my coat.

Although my actions were quick paced, internally I was crumbling and if possible I felt like my insides weren't working. I was forced to go to the park at this time. Had this been another scenario where my loved ones life wasn't being threatened, I wouldn't have ever gone to the park.

Although that just not be true, as either way, I was asked to do so by the mafia.

I still remember the last time I went to a park and how terrifying it was when I was alone in the dark.

I evidently shuddered whilst sorting out my hijab. I left the house with a Salaam.

According to google maps, I was ten minutes away from the nearest park. Good. That way I would be able to clear my clouded head. With no more time to lose, I set off reciting the Dua for leaving the house.

In the name of Allah, there is no might nor power except with Allah.

To my upmost fear, the park was empty. There was one, however, man sat down on a bench, with their back towards me as smoke emitted sideways from their face. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering who this was, but then suddenly realised it was the demon.

I took this time to observe him. He sat down in the park so casually I wouldn't have known he was a mafia leader. I guess that's how Mafias were so elite. They were anonymous and lived like wolf in sheep's clothing.

With hesitant steps, I walked towards his frame, standing a total of six feet away from him. I cleared my throat but that didn't get his attention. I now stood awkwardly shuffling about my feet as I waited for his majesty to tell me what I was doing here.

What was I doing here?

After a full forty-five seconds, because I was counting, he threw his cigarette bud down, stepping on it with no care for the environment. He stood up to his very tall frame, causing me to crane my neck.

Except I didn't meet his gaze, and instead stared at his chest.

"My eyes are up here" he drawled in that deep baritone voice as he gripped my chin roughly pushing it upwards. My eyes were forced to meet with his, as he stared long and hard.

I tried prying my face away from him, but couldn't. If possible he growled.

Now happy that I obeyed him like a lost puppy, his eyes went around my face before stopping at the seam of my hijab.

I looked down to see my hijab had somehow unraveled towards my neck, showing heaps of skin. It must've been the wind whilst I was walking here. My cheeks I'm sure we're tainted a light pink from the onslaught of the demons non-mahram eyes viewing my skin.

Before I could reach for the scarf and pull it down, the demon had already beat me to it.

What was he doing touching me?

I stood there in my own world. My head had gone dizzy as I hadn't ever been in such close proximity with a man before. I didn't even realise when he scooped my scarf down, covering my neck, but also having the oppertunity himself to see it.

With newfound courage, I scrambled away from him, whacking his arms away from me in the process.

"What do you think you're doing. You asked me to come here so you could what?" Feel me? Of course I didn't say the last part out loud, although I guess I should've said it as he was angry either way.

"Listen here girl. If you wanna go back home in one piece, I suggest you start talking with respect. Your tongue doesn't sit well with me. Looks like I'll have to do something about it" he roared taking something out of his suit pocket.

A pocket knife? What the hell.

Upon seeing the weapon which could quite literally leave me speechless, I opted to keep my mouth shut and silently rage internally.

This good for nothing demon.

"You wouldn't want that would you?" He questioned, eyeing the knife with so much love he looked like a lunatic. "Your tongue scattered in the park, food for the birds come morning" he tutted.

At the horrific imagery, I immediately shook my head. I did not want my future to be snatched away from me. Especially since communication would be one of the biggest traits a doctor should have.

He nodded pocketing the knife. I sighed in relief.

I didn't miss the way his hands skimmed over a bulge in his pocket intentionally. Upon close inspection I'd come to know it was a gun.

"Why did you ask for me?" The words escaped my mouth without my permission as my eyes were still glued to the gun. It wouldn't take him a second to take it out and shoot me.

He looked at me raising his eyebrows, as if asking you dare question me? He didn't bother replying to my question but instead showed his answer through his actions.

Lifting my hand in the air, he told me to hold it there. I looked on confused by what he was doing. He took out something from his pocket and placed it around my wrist.

The lamps in the park outlined a sleek looking bracelet. It wasn't the sort that had chains and was delicate. It was pure silver and looked like it didn't belong on my delicate wrist. It glimmered intensely at me.

Confusion and unease settled deep in my stomach and without thinking I asked the dumbest question of what it was.

"Can you not see" he exclaimed, pocketing his hands. I looked down at the bracelet in embarrassment. Why did he have to be so rude! "It's a cuff which shall remain on your wrist until I say so. Otherwise.."

He didn't need expanding on his answer as the unsaid threat was loud and clear, but I was still puzzled.

"Why are you giving this to me? I don't need it" I voiced my confusion.

Completely ignoring what I said, he drew out a cigarette box from his pocket and a lighter. His sole focus now was on lighting the death stick. I grimaced evidently, looking away into the park.

Soon smoke engulfed my nostrils as it invaded my lungs. I looked up at the demon, wondering what it was about smoking that he enjoyed amongst many other sinful things, such as killing.

He must've taken my glance at him as a plea for smoking as he raised the half cigarette bud to my face asking if I wanted to smoke. I was unable to answer as I was too busy coughing.

Frowning I replied to him.

"No thank you. I'd rather not get lung cancer or lung disease or asthma problems" I listed on as he remained smirking. I huffed facing my back towards him. What did he find so amusing? Everything I listed was valid outcomes of smoking. If anything, it was his life that would be shortlived. So why should I care!

"If that is all" he deadpanned walking ahead of me the cigarette perched in between his plump lips.

"You called me here to give me a bracelet? We're not lovers, if anything were nothing to-" I voiced my mind at him but stopped midway as he took out the pocket knife, waving it in the air, mocking me.

"Like I said before putta, one. Last. Chance. " He gritted out, emphasizing on each word as multiple chills went down my spine. The cigarette was long forgotten as he crushed it mercilessly under his feet.

He stalked over to me, right until we were face to face. My breathing stopped.

"Do not make me repeat my words" his jaw ticked. I nodded, agreeing with everything he was saying.

"I-i understand b-but I'm not a f-female dog" I stuttered as his eyes held a dangerous type of amusement. One that would indeed find enjoyment in cutting apart my tongue.

"Oh but you are" he tutted in fake empathy.

"You're my bitch"

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