“Don’t punish me!” I swallow, seeing how the boss rolls up his sleeves from his white shirt. He won’t whip me, right? I hid all the belts in his house!
“You just said, Asya, out loud to the whole country, that you’re expecting my child,” he says so quietly, so dangerously. He’d better scream. But no. He shoots me with a quick, searing look.
“And since you’re not pregnant… I’m going to fix that.”
He is a tyrant. A despot. A chunk of stone with no emotions. And a lover of threatening with a whip. Also— the father of my friend. The one, they say, is the father of the child I’m supposedly carrying. Not in earnest. Or is it already?
In the recording, Music is used: Melodic drift by Alexander Nakarad (www.creatorchords.com)
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