“Ask, girl,” a smile touched the corners of his lips.
“I want—” my voice broke into tears. “I want to ask you not to forget.”
“About what?”
“Never forget, Shamil. Never forget that I hate you.”
Ignoring the fact that we weren’t alone, Shah pulled me closer.
“Then you don’t forget either, my Lali. If I’m not obeyed, I punish. But if it’s the other way around—then… you’ll surely like it. You’ll even ask me to keep going… and not to stop.”
*** He took me from my parents because my sister ran away. I’m just tribute. Just a toy for a powerful man’s entertainment. But that doesn’t mean I won’t resist.