My breathing is heavy.

I'm back in the dark again. Why am I in the dark again? I tried to run.

My legs were moving but I couldn't fight off the darkness. It was beginning to suck me in, making me suffocated.

I wanted to get out of here.

It was too scary and frightening.

'Abu?! Ammi?!' I screamed.

'Please save me. I don't want to be here!' I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I wanted my parents. I wanted their warm embrace.

'Please Ammi Abu! Please save me!' I cried and hugged myself. I wanted some signs of warmth that I craved. This darkness was pulling me in, making me lose my mind.

I ran again.

Then I heard a sound.

All of a sudden, my legs began to carry me towards a sound. I was relieved. Someone was here. Maybe they could help me out of this darkness.

It was faint but it got clearer when I got near it.

I stopped when I saw him. His strong built back was facing me.

His face was away.

I felt cold terror grip at my being when I saw this monster.

He wasn't human.

His right arm was flexed up as he held a gun in his hand and pointed it towards someone.

I turned my eyes towards the target and gasped when I saw him pull the trigger on the victims and kill them one by one.

I was frozen in shock.

The monster turned, his face, so beautiful yet so cold and lifeless. His grey eyes gleaming maliciously. His beautifully sculpted lips turned up in a cold merciless smile.

'Your turn,' he muttered pointed the gun in my direction and before I had time to react, he shot me.

I screamed.

Anissa woke up screaming, jolting up in a sitting position. Her heart was beating erratically. She was covered in cold sweat and her body shivered.

"Oh!" She cried and tried to control herself. The dream, more like a nightmare, it seemed to real, so vivid.

Oh my God! She began to sob. She couldn't believe what she had witnessed.

She looked at herself and found herself dressed in her black night gown. Her hair was open and damp.

Did he give me a bath while I was out? She thought. And then her sobs began again as she thought of the monster.

She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs and began to rock back and forth. Although her head throbbed painfully, she tried to ignore it. Her fingers travelled to the back of her head. There was bruising and sweeping present behind her ears due to the concussion at the back of her head and it hurt her but not so much as her heart was hurting right now.

Her mind was completely boggled. She was shaken to her core. She had no idea what she should do.

He killed them! He killed them all in cold blood. And he killed without any regard, any conscience. His eyes were completely blank and she could've sworn she saw a ghost of a smile playing at his lips as he claimed their lives.

How could he be this way? How could he be so heartless? Her mind had so many questions but she should've known better. He was a Mafia boss. He was powerful and he was a leader.

He was a ruthless killer. That was always apparent about him with the harsh way he had treated her. But she had never thought that he would involve her in his dirty business as well.

He was a criminal.

He was a psychopath.

How could she have not seen it coming?

How could he kill them in front of me? She mentally screamed. He is a criminal. He's a psychopath who finds pleasure in killing. How could I have not seen it coming? She gripped at her hair and pulled.

She was on the verge of having a break down.

How am I ever going to live my life with a man like him? How? How? There is only so much I could take. I can't be brave all the time.

Her resolve was starting to break. She had seen a new side of Shehryaar, one she never wanted to see again. And her fear and terror increased ten fold. Her tears wouldn't stop.

She had known all along that she wasn't in any normal situation. Being a Mafia wife had its own consequences and now Anissa knew that she wasn't ready for them. She didn't want them all together.

Her conscience and remorse were at their limit. She was a doctor. Her sense of morality and humanity was too great for a merciless ruthless life of a Mafia wife.

She wasn't one to give up but this whole scenario was pointless. It held no meaning anymore. She found no reason to stay with Shehryaar.

I can't live with a man like that. She thought and tried to stand up. Why the hell did I try to save him? He doesn't deserve to live after what he did. He's fallen way too low in my eyes now.

She looked around and realised she was in the bedroom of the penthouse in Burj-Al Khalifa. She glanced out the window. It was still dark outside but the morning sun was about to dawn at any moment now.

It was time to make a decision. It was quiet clear to her now that her marriage had no future. Not when the other party is emotionally and morally impaired.

I need to, She was pulled out of her thoughts when the door opened to reveal the monster himself.

He was naked at the chest, a loose grey pair of sweat pants hanging from his hips. His hair was damp, water drops travelling down his chest. His deliciously sculpted chest, his toned pectorals, his six pack starting from his diaphragm to his abdomen with a sharp cut V at his pelvis that ended in his pants. His strong bulging arms, rippling biceps and toned forearms. His strong neck that held his handsome and gorgeously sculpted face. He was truly the epitome of perfection. If any other woman saw him, she would die for him. His looks were meant to kill and to conquer.

His beauty was too unreal.

But that's all it was to Anissa. Superficial beauty. She had seen the real him in the two weeks she had been married to him.

Shehryaar smirked when he saw her. His body instantly warmed up and his cock began to spring to life upon seeing her dressed in her black black gown. It took every ounce of self control on him to keep himself at bay when he brought her unconscious form back at the penthouse and bathed and dressed her.

"I'm glad you're awake now. I was beginning to miss your body. You know I had plans for us tonight." He drawled, his tone turning husky. He was coming back from training after a long night of cleaning up the mess Mustafa made. And now he wanted to relieve his body of all its stress.

He advanced towards her.

"Stay a-away from m-me." Anissa stuttered, her heart shuddering in fear as cold shocks ran down her spine.

Shehryaar's smirk widened. "What's the matter sweetheart? Don't tell me you've gotten faint hearted after last night's events?"

"S-stay away!" She screamed and tried to make a run for the bathroom but Shehryaar was fast and quickly caught her waist.

"No! Let go of me!" She struggled in his arms and tried to get away from him. "Don't touch me with those filthy hands!"

"Shhh baby," Shehryaar cooed in her ear. He knew she wouldn't be able to handle it all so he tried to be patient with her. "Calm down." He said to her in a soft gentle Boise as his arms held her tight, his chest to her back.

But she wasn't having it and kept thrashing in his hold and clawing at his arms. "No let go of me you murderer! You killer! Let me go. Don't you dare touch me with your filthy bloody hands!" She shrieked.

Shehryaar wasn't fazed in the least. He had expected this from her. Normally, he would be pissed at her behaviour but there wasn't any point in letting his emotions get in the way when he planned so much more for her.

After all, she was an extremely moral person. She's been fighting him all this time simply because their mindsets wouldn't match.

Her moral compass was pointing in the opposite direction. This was one of his reasons in wanting to break her. She wasn't prepared for the life that was expected from a Mafia wife. But he was going to make her. He was going to make sure that she was prepared for the worst now.

Last night's incident made him realise that he needed to prepare her. Even though he had planned it, it would work splendidly in breaking down. He knew by now that she was too strong and wasn't succumbing to physical pain.

So now it was time for the emotional and psychological pain to start. He was certain that she would give in if he was abusive and violent towards her but apparently it didn't matter to her. She didn't give in because she had her integrity intact and she negotiated with him on a few aspects so skilfully that even he couldn't deny her.

So if physical pain failed to make her submit then he knew exactly what he needed to do now.

But first, he needed to calm her down.

"Shhhh," Shehryaar held her immobile in his arms: one arm wound around her small waist while the other hand held her forehead, resting her head back on his shoulder.

She was heaving as her ranting stopped. She realised that Shehryaar was very calm and that frightened her even more so she stopped momentarily to catch her breath.

"Please. Just let me go." She sobbed.

But Shehryaar was far too lost in his lustful haze as he saw her chest move up and down, her cleavage on full display from the angle he held her in.

When he saw his name on her skin, that became his undoing and ended up unleashing the beast within him as He began to kiss her neck that was exposed to him.

And his lust driven mind overwhelmed his senses as he let carnal desire engulf him.

His arm wound tightly around her waist as his other arm released her head and travelled down to her navel. Roughly pulling up the hem of her nighty, he had made sure that she wasn't wearing any under garments when he had dressed her last.

Her glistening womanhood easily came under his touch. His skilled fingers gently strokes her lower lips, eliciting sparks of electricity in her core as it immediately began to pool.

Anissa gasped. "Stop!" She shrieked only to be silenced when his fingers wrapped tightly around her throat. She wasn't choking yet but she wasn't protesting anymore because she knew the threat was there.

"Mmmm, baby," Shehryaar growled in her ear and took her earlobe between his teeth. Anissa felt his hardened erection poke her at her back and leaned away from it.

"Do you know, I'm so pissed at those fuckers for taking you away from me. I can't stand it. Did they touch you?" He growled in her ear.

"N-no," she panted.

"Good," he rasped, his fingers running her wet folds aggressively.

She panted and pursed her lips together to control her moans from escaping. In an attempt to get away before the situation escalated, she tried to push him away but failed. He growled and tightened his hold on her.

Abruptly, her body was slammed against a hard cold surface. Anissa's breath was knocked out of her. She opened her mouth to breath when Shehryaar's mouth invaded hers In a rough kiss. His tongue stoked every corner of her warm mouth as he gathered her in his arms. Anissa felt faint from lack of breath when his mouth left hers and went down to feast on the delicious skin of her neck as his hands wrapped her legs around his waist. His tongue licked at his name, the raised scarred surface prominent that it caused excitement to rush in his blood as it flowed to his manhood and hardened it further.

He looked up to her to see conflict written all over her face. Her hazel eyes were clouded with lust and confusion.

"Please stop," she mumbled weakly. Shehryaar chuckled, he had her exactly where he wanted her.

"You say stop but you're body says otherwise." He whispered huskily in her ear, his hand grabbing her clothed breast, his thumb rubbing on her tip to make her buds erect.

She couldn't hold it in as he kissed her sweet spot on her throbbing pulse in her neck. Her moans escaped. His hand went down and dipped into her throbbing core.

Anissa moaned, arching her neck back.

"Fuck baby you're so wet and ready for me." Shehryaar growled. But her mind was too hazy with lust to listen to him as he inserted another finger and pumped deeply while his thumb rubbed her sensitive nub.

She was surprised that she wasn't blacking out. While she had desperately hoped that she would yet her mind was more focused on the pleasure her body was receiving.

Please, I want to escape this. I don't want it. Why won't my body listen? Her thoughts became jumbled as her mind gave into the pleasure.

She was beginning to reach her high when he removed his fingers. She whimpered from being deprived of her release.

Shehryaar quickly pulled out a foil from his sweats' pocket and sheathed himself. Anissa saw this as an opportunity to get away from him. Shehryaar felt her limbs unlock from around his body and quickly caught her neck to hold her in place.

"Try to get away from, and I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for days." He hissed in her ear and immediately thrust his rock hard cock into her.

She gasped and moaned at the sudden intrusion. He had to hold her in place by fisting her hair in one hand while his other kept wrapped around her throat as his hips pushed her into the wall. His pulsating manhood thrust roughly into her hard and deep. She had to tighten her arms and legs around his hard frame in order to keep up with his thrusts as his hips rocked her forcefully rough and caused her to move up and down against the cold wall.

He wrapped his hand around her neck. He removed the silk nighty up to her breast and his lips latched onto her left nipple. He sucked, bit and circled his tongue around her sensitive pink bud. She moaned and groaned when she felt herself nearing her climax.

"You're going to come when I say you can." He said, his tone deep and husky, against her right nipple and gave it the same attention.

"Shehry please," she whimpered, desperate for reprieve.

"Patience baby, hold it in." He rasped as his thrusts became more dynamic and urgent.

Anissa felt his cock swell inside her, stretching her inner walls. It made her climax so much hard to hold in.

"Shehry!" She moaned. "Please!"

"Not now!" He growled and pumped into her more harder and rougher. Her toes curled as her back arched, leaning forward to meet his thrusts.

"Come now!" He commanded and she exploded around him, screaming in ecstasy. Her muscles spasmed around his rock hard shaft, milking him.

Shehryaar stilled as he reached his high and grunted. "Fuck!"

His hold on her soft body tightened as his face buried in the crook of her neck and he breathed in her soft scent.

Anissa felt so exhausted as sweat sheened on her body. Her breathing was laboured from all the energy spent in their intense fucking. She felt tears well up in her eyes. She had thought that she wouldn't show any weaknesses in front of him but he always ended up taking advantage of her. And what's more, her pride was wounded as he always made her beg for her release.

I don't think I can handle his dominant and controlling nature any longer. She thought as her tears flowed down.

Shehryaar's face withdrew from her neck and reached up to meet with her quivering lips. Very softly, he kissed her.

How can he do this to me? Why is he so cruel? She wondered and fell asleep in his arms, unable to meet with his physical expectations any further.

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Anissa woke up when she felt something tickle her neck. Her eyes burned when he felt the strong rays of the sun shine directly at her.

The tickling made it even more stimulating. She opened her eyes and caught site of Shehryaar's sleeping face on her chest.She realised it was Shehryaar's breath fanning against the hair on her neck that caused the tickling.

She watched closely at him because he looked so peaceful in his sleep. His handsome face was so beautiful to resist. She couldn't believe this breathtakingly handsome face was just a mask to hide the true monster of a man in him. He was blessed with such good looks yet his mind was so twisted demented.

How could this man have killed so many with a straight face? How can he be so ruthless. She still couldn't believe that he had killed those men without remorse. He took their lives as if it meant nothing. Her guilt began to sink in.

They were being killed in front of her and there wasn't anything she could do about it. How will Allah forgive me for this?

Of course they were kidnappers and weren't good people but still she felt responsible for the loss of their lives. The right thing would've been to have Them handed over to the law but Shehryaar took matters in his own hands.

His whole being disgusted her. It made her stomach knot with fear and heart clench with terror.

She tried to move but her womanhood throbbed and she gasped when she still felt him deep inside of her. Any movement from her would begin to rub against him and it would start the vicious cycle of carnal pleasure all over again.

She licked her lips. His hard heavy body was covering hers but his weight wasn't on her so she could breath easily.

"Go back to sleep," Shehryaar muttered against her neck, his eyes still closed.

"I want to go to the bathroom." She whispered. Shehryaar groaned and hovered on top Of her. Slowly, he pulled out of her and laid on his side. Anissa sighed with relief and tried to get up. Her back ached and her core was sore. She hissed when she moved her legs but managed to stagger to the bathroom. She was still wearing the silk black nighty but she felt disgusted when she saw the mess at the hem. She couldn't believe how much her body reacts to his touch.

Her tears flowed and he pursed her lips together to hold in her sobs. She had no desire to have the monster who ruthlessly fucked her last night see her in such a weak and vulnerable state.

She didn't bother looking at herself any further, afraid of what she might see. Shehryaar was like a territorial dog, always marking her.

She showered and scrubbed her body raw. She performed gusl and recited every supplication she knew. When she came out, she spotted Shehryaar in deep Slumber.

She was grateful for she felt like she needed space from him and his controlling and intimidating ways.

She took her phone and prayer mat and exited the bedroom. The mere presence of Shehryaar would make her prayers impure. She came to the living lounge. Covering her head properly, she sat down on an armchair.

She swiped opened her phone and downloaded an application. Using the app, she determined the direction of the Kibla. At the moment, she felt as if only prayer could give her faith and peace. It wasn't prayer time now since she missed Fajr prayer.

Her trembling heart finally calmed down when she started the remembrance of God.

"Oh Allah please forgive me. Please give me strength for the challenges that are coming ahead. I need You God. Oh Allah please my Lord help me. Either make my situation good or give me the strength to end it. I'm working hard on making this marriage work but if it doesn't, I do not want to cause you Displeasure. I know Divorce is a halal act you do not like. Please just help me." She whispered in her prayer in front of her cupped hands, her tears flowing freely. It was so hard for her to stay brave. She was fighting but she was growing weak and tired of fighting. For once, she didn't want to fight anymore and just enjoy her life but she knew she couldn't do that.

Either he has to change or I will leave him. I cannot keep on fighting him for myself. I know I will eventually give up and when that happens, I will not stay with him a second longer. She decided with conviction.

"You know,"

She jumped in her place when she Heard Shehryaar speak. "Even God can't help you for what's coming your way, Tara." He claimed haughtily.

Anissa clenched her teeth. She felt his intense gaze at her back and didn't bother turning around.

He just had to interrupt the little amount of peace I felt. She thought venomously.

But she wasn't afraid of him. She felt strong. She knew her faith would give her strength. She felt sheer courage surge through her, throwing all her doubt and dear away.

She folded the prayer mat with utmost respect and stood up to face Shehryaar.

Remember Ainnie, no weakness in front of this monster.

She levelled her gaze with his: hazel to grey.

"Say whatever you want in your arrogance because you and I both know that you cannot challenge God. If He's planned my fate in any way, I'm willing to accept it and you cannot do a thing about it." She said with narrowed eyes.

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