Wyar's hands trembled as he held the post-mortem report, his eyes scanning the pages with a growing sense of horror. The words blurred together, but one phrase stood out, seared into his brain like a branding iron: "violence gang rape".
A strangled cry tore from Wyar's throat as he read on his eyes streaming with tears. The report detailed the brutal assault, the savage beating, the wine-soaked skin. Wyar's breath caught in his throat his chest constricting with anguish.
Three people. Three monsters. They had taken Mawar's life ripping her from this world with unspeakable cruelty. Wyar's mind recoiled in horror his heart shattered into a million pieces.
As he read the final words, Wyar's body shook with sobs he read : Something heavy hitting on her head
The image seared itself into his brain a gruesome snapshot of Mawar's final moments.
Wyar's world went dark his vision blurring as tears streamed down his face. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of grief unable to find a lifeline to cling to.
The report slipped from his fingers falling to the floor with a soft rustle. Wyar's body crumpled his head in his hands as he wept uncontrollably.
Mawar's face swam before his eyes ,her smile, her laughter ,her bright shining spirit. Wyar's heart screamed in anguish his mind reeling with the unbearable truth.
He wept for Mawar for the life she would never live for the future they would never share. He wept for the brutality the cruelty the inhumanity that had taken her from him.
As the darkness closed in around him Wyar knew that he would never be the same. The world had changed, forever marred by the horror of Mawar's death. And Wyar's heart would never heal, forever shattered by the unbearable truth.
Wyar slowly lifted his head his eyes red and puffy from crying. He wiped away the remaining tears his face twisted in a mixture of grief and anger. His breath came in ragged gasps his chest heaving with emotion.
As he looked around the room Wyar's gaze fell on the post-mortem report still lying on the floor. His eyes narrowed his jaw clenched in a fierce determination.
He vowed to himself that he would revenge Mawar's death. He would find the three monsters who had taken her life, and he would make them pay. He would give them a death as painful as the one they had inflicted on Mawar.
Wyar's mind was consumed by visions of vengeance. He saw himself confronting the killers his fists clenched and his heart ablaze with anger. He saw himself meting out justice, making them suffer as Mawar had suffered.
His eyes burned with a fierce intensity his face twisted in a snarl. Wyar's heart was consumed by a burning hatred a desire for revenge that threatened to consume him whole.
But beneath the anger and hatred Wyar's heart still ached with grief. He missed Mawar his love, his everything. He missed her smile, her laughter, her bright, shining spirit.
Wyar took a deep breath his chest heaving with emotion. He knew that he had a long and difficult road ahead of him but he was determined to see it through. He would revenge Mawar's death no matter what it took.
With a newfound sense of purpose Wyar stood up his eyes blazing with determination. He would find the killers and he would make them pay. He would ensure that justice was served, no matter the cost.
In nash house
The shrill ring of Paz's phone sliced through the quiet afternoon. Hesitantly, she answered. A boy's voice, laced with a chilling confidence
he said : hello
Paz was confused she said : how are you
A boy said : its not important to know my name the important thing is this that i have your edit morphed image and i am going to viral it
The words hit Paz like a physical blow. Her breath hitched her heart pounded against her ribs and a wave of nausea washed over her. She could barely stammer a response before the boy hung up leaving her in a state of terrified disbelief.
The phone slipped from her trembling hand clattering to the floor. The silence that followed was deafening, amplifying the fear that clawed at her throat. Tears welled up blurring her vision. She sank onto the sofa her body shaking uncontrollably. The thought of the altered image whatever it might be being exposed to the unforgiving judgment of the internet was unbearable. She felt exposed vulnerable and utterly helpless.
Just then Nash walked into the room. He stopped short his brow furrowing with concern as he took in the sight of Paz her face streaked with tears her body convulsing with sobs. his voice laced with worry
he asked: .Paz? What's wrong? What happened?
Paz couldn't speak at first. She just shook her head her hands covering her face. But Nash persisted gently pulling her hands away and holding them in his he asked: Tell me, Paz. Please
he pleaded softly.
Finally, the story tumbled out, a jumble of fear and desperation. She recounted the phone call the boy's threat the sheer terror that had gripped her. As she spoke her sobs intensified each one a testament to her fear and vulnerability.
Nash listened his expression hardening with each word. His initial concern morphed into a burning anger. He wrapped his arms around Paz, pulling her close.
he murmured:It's okay
his voice tight with suppressed rage. He said :It's going to be okay.
As if on cue, the phone rang again. This time Nash snatched it up, his jaw clenched. he demanded his voice low and menacing
he asked: Who is this?
The boy on the other end repeated his threat but this time he tell nash to met with him. Nash didn't mince words nash go out to meet him . He told the boy in no uncertain terms that he would regret ever contacting Paz.
The boy undeterred laid out his demand he said : i want $3,000 in exchange for deleting the image.
Nash though seething with anger knew he had no choice. He agreed, but the boy give him only one week to comply.
When Nash returned home Paz was still crying her fear unabated.
Nash said : paz don't cry everything will be alright
Paz said while crying: But what if he doesn't delete it?
her voice trembling
she continues: What if he still releases it?"
Nash held her close, stroking her hair he said : Don't worry about it
he reassured her though his
own mind was racing
he said :I won't let him. I'll make sure he deletes it. I promise.
He knew he had to act fast. He wouldn't let anything hurt Paz, or their unborn child. He would protect them, no matter the cost. He would make sure that image never saw the light of day.
He knows it was difficult to make $3000 in one week but he do he do for his wife