Maya sat in her old car, watching Tony from a distance, her eyes unblinking as the man stepped out of his luxurious home. She knew this was Tony, one of the five young men who had taken Aisha from her—those who had ruined her daughter's life and left without remorse.
Tony looked so calm, so comfortable with his life, as if there was no weight on his shoulders. He laughed while chatting with a friend who had just arrived to pick him up. A bitter smile curled on Maya's lips. "How can he laugh like that? How can his life be so perfect while my daughter Aisha's life is in ruins?"
Maya gripped the steering wheel, her hands trembling. "You don't deserve to live like this," she muttered softly, her voice filled with hatred. "You need to feel what my daughter felt."
For days, Maya followed Tony. Every morning, she watched him leave his house, saw him go to college, hang out at cafes with friends, or sometimes spend time at nightclubs. Every move Tony made was tracked and noted by Maya, looking for a weakness, waiting for the right moment.
One day, while Tony was sitting on his porch, Maya noticed his phone vibrating. She saw him talking to someone—maybe his father. Maya knew Tony's father was a high-ranking police officer in this city. She smirked. "You've got strong protection, Tony, but that won't save you from me."
As she continued to watch him, Maya whispered to herself, "He's a grown man. He's far stronger than I am. I can't confront him directly like I did with Anton." Her eyes narrowed, searching for any vulnerability she could exploit.
Day by day, Maya shadowed Tony. She knew when he went out alone, when he was with friends, and when he spent time alone in his apartment. One thing she consistently noticed was that Tony regularly went to the gym to keep himself fit. That made Maya even more cautious. She knew she couldn't take him on in a direct physical fight.
But one night, Maya saw something interesting. Tony stumbled out of the nightclub alone, his face red from drunkenness. He staggered towards his car, struggling to insert the key into the door.
Maya smirked. "This is Tony's weakness. He gets heavily drunk every time he goes to the nightclub."
From that moment on, Maya's plan began to take shape. "I'll strike when Tony is at his weakest—when he's drunk." But that wasn't enough. She needed something more certain. Tony was too strong, even when drunk he could still fight back.
The next night, Maya sat in her car outside the usual nightclub Tony frequented. This time, she was ready with her plan. On the seat beside her was a bag containing sleeping pills she had bought discreetly from the black market. "Just one strong dose, and Tony will fall asleep, unable to fight back."
Maya watched from a distance as Tony left the club again, alone and clearly drunk. She smiled slightly. "This is it."
Tony staggered towards his car, trying and failing to insert his key into the door. Maya stepped out of her car, greeting Tony in a friendly voice. "Need some help?"
Tony turned around in confusion, his face flushed with intoxication. "Huh? Who are you?" he asked, his voice heavy, trying to place Maya's familiar face and voice but failing.
Maya gave a thin smile, hiding her hatred behind a calm exterior. "I just want to help. You seem to be having trouble."
Tony looked at her with half-closed eyes, then nodded, too drunk to think clearly. Maya approached, extending her hand. "You look like you need some rest. How about I drive you home?"
In his drunken state, Tony didn't think twice. "Yeah, that… that sounds good. Thanks," he mumbled, surrendering himself to Maya without any suspicion.
In the car, Maya held her breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Her plan was almost in motion.
She drove towards a secluded spot she had chosen earlier—a deserted old warehouse outside the city, a place no one ever visited. Along the way, Tony began to drift off from the alcohol. Maya pulled out a bottle of water she had laced with the sleeping pills. "Drink this, it'll make you feel better," Maya said, handing him the bottle.
Without hesitation, Tony took it and drank. It didn't take long for the drugs to take effect. Soon after, Tony's head slumped against the seat, his breathing slowed.
Maya pulled over at the remote location she had prepared. The old warehouse was dark and silent, with only the sound of the wind outside. Maya stared at Tony, now unconscious, her eyes filled with hatred and vengeance. "You'll get what's coming to you, Tony," she muttered coldly.
She dragged Tony's limp body from the car and into the warehouse. "Here, no one will hear your screams," Maya said. She had everything ready: ropes, handcuffs, and a sharp knife hidden in her jacket.
She gazed at Tony, bound tightly on the floor, unconscious. Maya knew this wasn't over. This was just the beginning.
Maya waited for Tony to wake up. She didn't want to start the torment while he was unconscious. She wanted to see him writhe in pain, to beg for mercy. After about 30 minutes, Tony finally stirred.
"Awake now, Tony?" Maya's cold voice broke the silence of the old warehouse. The sound echoed off the filthy walls, and Tony froze. The voice was familiar, but too terrifying to acknowledge.
Slowly, Maya stepped out from the shadows, letting her face be seen in the dim light. Tony's eyes widened immediately as he recognized the woman. "No… This can't be happening," he thought. His chest tightened as his breath caught.
"You didn't expect to see me again, did you?" Maya said, her voice calm but filled with controlled rage. "I've been waiting a long time for this."
Tony tried to speak, but his throat was dry. The sound that came out was a faint whisper. His hands trembled as he looked around, confused. "When was I brought here?" he thought in panic. He didn't remember how Maya had taken him. His hands were tightly bound to a chair, his legs immobile.
"W-what do you want from me?" Tony finally managed to speak, but his voice was shaky, clearly showing his panic. Cold sweat started to form on his forehead.
Maya stared at him with a terrifying gaze, her eyes filled with a sea of anger she had bottled up for so long. "You know exactly what I want, Tony," Maya replied sharply, bringing her face inches from his. "You... remember my daughter, Aisha, don't you?"
Tony swallowed hard. His face turned pale. The memory he had tried to forget for so long crashed into him like a tidal wave. "Aisha..." That name felt like a sharp blade piercing his chest. He quickly shook his head, trying to avoid Maya's gaze.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about..." he lied, his voice trembling even more.
Maya sneered, her face twisting into a cruel expression. "Don't you dare lie to me, Tony. You remember exactly what you and your friends did to my daughter. Did you really think I'd let you all get away with it?"
Tony tried to calm himself. "Listen, Maya... I... I didn't have a choice back then. I was just following them... It wasn't my id—"
"Shut up!" Maya snapped, her voice cutting through the cold air in the room. "You think that's an excuse to free you from guilt? Whether you followed or led, you're all equally rotten! You sleep peacefully, but my daughter? Aisha? She can never come back!"
Tony hung his head, his whole body trembling. "This can't be happening… My dad will save me…" he thought, desperately looking for a way out.
"My father… My father's a police official. You can't do this! If you hurt me, they'll come after you… They'll…"
"You think I'm scared of your father?" Maya interrupted, her eyes blazing with hatred. "The police? Your father? None of them can stop me. No one can stop me now."
Tony fell silent. He was beginning to realize that no words could save him from this woman. Maya was too consumed by her vengeance, and now, he was in the worst possible position.
With trembling hands, Tony pleaded, his voice growing more desperate. "Please… I'm sorry… I'm really sorry. I didn't know what we did would end like that… Please, let me go. I can help you… I can talk to my father…"
Maya closed her eyes for a moment, as if trying to control the emotions raging within her. When she opened them, her gaze was cold, empty. "It's too late for your apologies, Tony. Nothing can bring Aisha back. But I can make sure you feel just a fraction of what she felt that day."
Tony stared at her in terror. Maya stepped toward a table in the corner of the room, her hand reaching for a large hammer lying there. Tony's eyes widened as he saw the tool, his breath catching in his throat. No... This can't be happening…