Kamila's heart raced as she heard Iyad's voice. She couldn't believe that he was related to the man standing in front of her, who was even addressing him as "young master".
Her mind was reeling with questions, but all she could manage to ask was, "Hey, Iyad... what is happening here?"
"You are going to be punished for this, Kamila," he said sternly.
Kamila felt a shiver run down her spine. She had never heard Iyad so upset before.
"I... I didn't mean to cause any trouble," she stammered.
"You should have stayed in my house like I told you to," Iyad said, his voice cold and unforgiving.
"But no, you had to go and ruin everything by leaving. And now look at what has happened."
Kamila's eyes widened as she saw the man
Who gave her the phone He looked like he could be from the mafia, and he was staring at her with a fierce intensity.
"Who is he?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Iyad didn't answer. He just stopped the call, then the man grabbed the phone from Kamila's hand.
"You're coming with me," he said, his voice gruff.
Kamila felt her heart sink as she realized what was happening. She was being kidnapped.
She tried to pull away from the man's grip, but he was too strong.
"No... leave me alone!" she screamed, panic rising in her chest.
The streets were not empty yet, but when people saw what was happening, they quickly looked away and hurried on their way. No one dared to get close to the man who was dragging Kamila towards his car.
"I don't know you!" Kamila shouted, hoping that someone would hear her cries for help.
But no one did. The man pushed her into the back seat of his car, and Kamila felt a sense of despair wash over her.
She didn't know what was going to happen to her, but she knew that it wasn't going to be good.
Kamila's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked around the car.
It was not empty; there were three men in there with her, and they all looked like they were going to kill her.
Fear washed over her, and she couldn't help but cry.
As she sat there in the middle of those horrifying men, Kamila felt terribly vulnerable. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she had no idea what was going to happen to her.
All she could think about was how she had ended up here, and how she wished she had listened to Iyad when he told her to stay in his house.
The men were silent, and Kamila could feel their eyes on her. She shuddered at the thought of what they might be planning to do to her.
She tried to remember everything she had ever heard about self-defense, but her mind was blank. She was completely helpless.
Tears streamed down her face as she wondered if she would ever see her family again..
As the car continued down the dark, empty road, Kamila tried to come up with a plan. She knew that she had to get out of there somehow, but she didn't know how.
She wished she had some kind of weapon, something to defend herself with, but all she had were her bare hands.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she had to stay strong, to keep fighting, no matter what.
She couldn't let these men defeat her.
But as the car came to a stop, Kamila's heart sank. She didn't know what was waiting for her outside, but she knew it couldn't be good.
She took another deep breath and prepared herself for whatever was to come.
The car came to a stop, and Kamila's heart raced as the man opened the door for her. She looked up and saw that she was standing in front of Iyad's house.
She couldn't believe that everything had led her back to this place.
The man's words echoed in her mind, "The young master is waiting for you inside."
Kamila hesitated, unsure of what to do. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she didn't know what Iyad would do to her.
But she knew that she had no choice but to face him. She took a deep breath and walked towards the house, the man watching her intently as she did.
As she entered the house, she was greeted by one of the maids. The maid pointed to Iyad's bureau on the second floor, and Kamila made her way up the stairs.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she approached the door.
She hesitated for a moment before finally gathering the courage to knock on the door. There was a moment of silence before Iyad's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Kamila pushed the door open and entered the room. Iyad was sitting at his desk, his back to her.
He didn't turn around as she entered, and Kamila could feel the tension in the air.
"Iyad..." she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Iyad didn't say anything for a moment, and Kamila wondered if he had even heard her. But then he spoke, his voice cold and emotionless, "You disobeyed me, Kamila. You left my house when I explicitly told you not to."
Kamila flinched at the sound of his voice. She knew that she had made a mistake, but she didn't know how to make things right.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely audible.
Iyad finally turned around to face her, his eyes cold and hard. Kamila couldn't help but shiver under his gaze.
"You should be sorry," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."
Kamila felt a knot form in her stomach. She knew that she had made a mistake, but she didn't know what was going to happen to her now.
All she could do was wait and see.