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PAK!

The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the living room. A young girl fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. An older woman stood towering over her, cold fury etched into every line of her face. The others in the room sat silently, watching the scene unfold as if it were a spectacle, indifferent to the girl's suffering.

"You failed again, Selena! You're such a disgrace! A useless slut, that's why you keep failing!" The woman’s voice was filled with venom, cutting through the girl's sobs as though she wasn’t her daughter but a stranger unworthy of compassion.

"Mom, I’ve done everything I could, but—" Selena choked on her words, only to be silenced by another slap that stung worse than the first.

"She deserves It."

"Yeah, she does. She’s always been useless to the famIly, a failure to our name." The voices of judgment came from the seated spectators, their cruel words adding weight to Selena's anguish.

"Mother, please! Give me another chance. I promise, if I pass this time, please don’t drive me away!" Selena begged, her voice breaking as her tears fell freely onto the cold floor.

The older woman’s glare remained fixed, cold and detached. Then, with a sneer, she spoke words that would shatter Selena’s last shred of hope. Her gaze pierced through the girl as though she were no more than dirt beneath her feet, unworthy of being called her daughter.

"Alright, Selena, let me make this clear. If you don’t want to be disowned or driven away from this family, you must pass. If you succeed, I will grant you your freedom. However, if you fail, I will have no choice but to force you into a marriage contract. Am I clear?" Selena just nodded

"Are you all done? Can I leave now?" A deep voice cut through the tense atmosphere. The man, almost in his 30s, stood near the doorway. His brown hair was neatly combed, and he wore an expensive business suit. In one hand, he held a cigarette, the faint glow of the ember contrasting sharply with the coldness in his eyes.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke and casually walked toward Selena, who was still trembling on the floor. Without a word, he crouched in front of her. The cigarette in his hand hovered ominously before he pressed it against her shoulder.

Selena clenched her fists tightly, biting her lip to stifle a scream, her tears silently streaming down her face as the burning pain seared through her skin.

"One more failure, Selena," the man said, his tone calm yet chilling. He leaned closer, his cold eyes meeting hers. "And you’re dead."

" Yes " Selena whispered, her voice trembling as she kept her gaze lowered to the floor.

The man scoffed, straightened his suit, and walked away without a second glance. One by one, the others in the room followed, their footsteps fading into silence.

Soon, the living room was empty, except for Selena. Still on her knees, she stayed there, crying silently, her tears falling onto the cold floor as the pain in her shoulder and heart burned just the same.

"Oh gosh, Win, are you alright?!" I heard someone’s voice call out to me. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw Fatima's worried face hovering over me.

Oh, great... that dream again, I thought bitterly. It’s been six years since that happened—the year I was supposed to get married because I failed again. But then I found out I was pregnant. Instead of showing up at the wedding, I ran away, disappearing as far as I could.

"Is that it again?" she asked, and I nodded silently.

"I think you should face it. It’s been six years since it happened, right?" she suggested gently. "It might be good for you to confront your past, face your problems, and change things so you don’t have to keep hurting."

I just stared at her, lost in thought. "I don’t know," I finally muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

She sighed and rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, whatever. But promise me you’re feeling okay right now. Come on, let’s head back."