It was a cold winter day, but the pain inside me was so deep that I couldn't feel anything else in my soul. Today was exactly four years since the loss of my parents. Who am I? I was Ahsen, who was in love with her family but deeply grieving the early loss of them.
"I hope we can see each other again, Mom," I said and started walking, thinking, "Is a person always tested by their loved ones in this life, or are they more vulnerable to the pain of their loved ones?" I had just found an answer when suddenly a black car stopped in front of me. Three or four large, black-suited men got out of it. I saw them coming towards me, but I couldn't understand what they could possibly have to do with me.
"Woman, you have to come with us. Don't make trouble, or you know what will happen!" he said, pointing to the gun on his hip.
"What are you talking about? Why would I come with you? Besides, there's such a thing as the police in this country. Did you think you could take me by force?" I said.
The strange man made hand gestures to the people behind me that I didn't understand, and suddenly the other two grabbed my arm and dragged me into the car.
"Let me go! Can't you hear me? Help!" "I said get in; don't make it hard for me, you know."
No matter how hard I tried, they were many times bigger than me, so they forced me into the car. One of them got in the driver's seat and started driving.
I tried to open the door, and luckily these idiots hadn't figured out how to lock the door.
Just as I was about to jump out, someone sitting next to me grabbed my arm and pulled me.
"Did you think you could escape us? Don't forget that she's our boss.
. If she wants something, she gets it." He said, then let out a delightfully disgusting laugh.
"Let go of me! You dim-witted brat, I'm not your toy. Don't put that into your feeble-minded brain—"
. My words were cut off by a slap echoing through the car. This ungrateful bastard had hit me.
The force of the slap made me dizzy at first, and then I gradually lost consciousness.
I tried to open my eyes, but my head ached so badly, it felt like there were thousands of pounds of weight on my eyes after so much effort. I opened my eyes.
Damn it! I was still in this car.
"Okay, we're bringing the boss girl," said the man in front.
"Orhan Yusuf, you get in the car behind and go to where that delivery is."
"I'll leave the girl and come back," he added towards the men behind.
The men behind got out of the car and got into the other car and disappeared.
"What do you want? Leave me alone, please," I said, but the man didn't even listen.
"I'm taking you to Pamir Kozoğlu's house, my beauty. You'll spend the rest of your life there!" He said in a harsh tone.
"Who was this Pamir Kozoğlu? I didn't sound familiar at all. While I was thinking these things, steam suddenly started coming out of the front of the car.
He slowly slowed down and stopped.
"I'm going to fuck you now. What happened to this for no reason!" The man said, getting out.
I was now alone in the car, and of course, it was clear what I was going to do.
Don't miss this chance, girl. Run away without looking back.
I quietly unlocked the door using the button on the front door and slowly got out.
The man didn't notice me because he was looking at the hood. I walked away with quiet steps.
And I started running. I started running for about minutes, but I couldn't continue because I was out of breath. I also had a heart condition since I was little. I used to choke and have seizures when I ran too much. I suddenly lost my breath and stumbled. A hand grabbed me from behind. When I turned around, I saw it was the man I'd escaped from in the car.
"I remember telling you before that you can't escape us. There's no turning back!" he said, and he started dragging me.
"Just let go of my arm. You're hurting me. Help, help! Is there anyone here?" I said.
The man turned around, and just as he was about to hit me, a loud, authoritarian, and frightening voice was heard. It was so loud that it echoed through the trees in the forest. A few crows heard it, cawing disturbingly, and began to fly into the sky. I had to congratulate the owner of this authoritarian and loud voice, because he roared like a lion.
"LET GO OF THE GIRL!" After this loud shout, I yelled at him. The man, poised to strike, stopped. For a few seconds, no one spoke. There was a deathly silence. I slowly stuck my head out from behind him and looked at the man who was shouting. He was a tall, dark, muscular man, about .9-.96 meters tall. He had a scruffy beard. His facial features were harsh, yet he was also very handsome. His large biceps were visible above his black shirt, and his chest, which swelled and fell due to his nervous breathing, stuck to his shirt. He had such an angry expression on his face. His dark skin was reddened, and the veins in his neck were visible. It was very obvious that this loud, loud shout was coming from him because he was truly a lion-like man. He was quite imposing and also very handsome. Yes, yes, this man was truly handsome. Oh, what am I saying? I really studied the man.
He was wearing a black suit, a black shirt, a black vest, a jacket of the same color, and suit pants. And he was holding a gun, befitting his intimidating appearance. Wait a minute, did he have a lion tattoo on the hand he was holding the gun with? I was joking when I said, "He's a lion." There were also some big, suit-wearing men behind him. Two of the men quickly came up to me and grabbed my arms, but they weren't holding me as hard as the previous men. At least, it didn't hurt. Also, the municipality here must be disbanding the place; everyone's wearing black suits.
The man suddenly shot the other man, who was holding me tightly, in the leg with his gun. I was shocked; I'd never even seen a gun before.
The man let go of me and collapsed to the ground in pain.
"WHO ARE YOU TO KIDNAP THE GIRL I'M FOLLOWING?!" The handsome man with the gun shouted again in an incredibly loud voice.
Then he walked over to the man who had been shot, in a terrifying way.
This man was so scary! As he approached me, his tall and imposing figure—I was practically shrinking in front of him. If my heart didn't hurt, I would run away right now. I needed to get away from these scary men, and fast.
"That bastard is going to be your boss. Hasn't he learned yet that you can't disobey me? Heh!?" The man he hit with his deep, booming voice groaned in pain and replied with difficulty.
"Aslan, brother, stop, I beg you, don't do this. Forgive me, brother. I swear, I'll work for you from now on." He winced angrily at the man's pained plea.
I wasn't going to lie; I wasn't very upset with him after all.
This man had done so much to me just now.
Besides, his name was Aslan. No, I really was joking when I said he roared like a lion.
But how did I make it sound? He really was a lion, damn it!
. I wish I had wished for something else, like going straight home.
"Stop it! He used to work for me. What am I supposed to do with a heartless man like you"" The handsome gunman shouted again. " Just as the man was about to open his mouth, he quickly, as if he couldn't bear the sound of his gun, shot him in the head this time. "Oh, the blood from that man's head literally splattered all over me!" Damn it, I couldn't stand here another minute, no matter what!
I screamed and tried to turn around and run, but the men grabbed my arm so hard they were holding it so tightly I couldn't even move.
The man turned around and glared at me. "I cowered even more and tried to escape. I tried to free my arms, but it was futile. It was impossible to fight these two strong men. The man turned back to face me.