In the darkness of this morbid moment, the young woman watched the last year of her life pass, then slow down to this eminent point... When it all had begun. A birth, followed by an avalanche of unforeseen events that turned her life upside down. But despite all the trials, and thanks to this chaos, she had been able to taste love from its purest form to its most ardent and burning.

And here she is, again experiencing the dark side of this series of unpredictable incidents. Because in this obscurity, where her tears where flowing without managing to cross the border of the blindfold which blocked her sight, and where her cries were transformed into stifled groans, because they could not pierce the gag which muzzled her mouth. The young woman did not know to where she was being taken, or who had kidnapped her.

Her resistance had weakened and she had given up struggling during the last few minutes. Now, all she knew was the fact, that she was thrown like a sack over the shoulder of one of the kidnappers which was climbing the steps of a staircase; and, that he spoke to other men in a foreign tongue.

Then someone unlocked a door, and as soon as they walked through it, it was closed. Subsequently, her transporter dropped her like a vulgar commodity on what seemed to be the mattress of a bed. She was scared, she was terrified, and she was desperate.

The men protecting her were currently far away and could not save her. But her survival instincts refused to surrender, and despite her tied wrists and feet, she stirred and tried to straighten up. but two large hands slumped on her chest and nailed her to the bed. The hands of a pervert, which compressed her breasts declaring the most vile intentions and triggering in her spasms of fear from the appalling fate that awaited her.

Her inarticulate complaints landed in deaf, insensitive, and cruel ears. While she was lost in her own moans, she did not hear the door open again, nor the sharp click-clack of high heels on the floor, until a female voice spoke:

• Vedat ! Get your dirty hands off her!

First, the poor woman got goosebumps when she heard the other woman's soft, firm, and cold voice. And which reminded her of the venomous sweetness of a viper.

Then a premise of hope interfered in her when she realized that she had understood what this woman had said, and that the latter had spoken in English.

The filthy palms slid away from his body, accompanied by a disgruntled growl from the man who was still speaking his foreign language.

Again, the woman's icy voice sounded like a verdict:

• The Baba's son wants her, and was clear when he ordered that no one touch her ! But if you cannot control your damn cock, I suggest you keep going !

The one, who was called Vedat chuckled angrily. The victim then heard his heavy footsteps move away and she sighed as the door slammed loudly.

But her relief was momentary. She was still not reassured. Frightened she turned her head to the right then to the left aware of the presence of the other woman. The evocation of the Baba made her think of the Özdemirs and the haze of ignorance suddenly dissipated when she realized that she had fallen into the clutches of her family's enemies.

And having for allies only his olfactory and his hearing, his nostrils then captured the strong and fruity perfume of the woman who had approached; and then whispered in her ear:

• My name is Ivanna, if you want to get out of this, follow my instructions to the letter. Otherwise you will end up in the Çayı(*).

Çayı(*) : a river in Ankara.

When her niece had called her to invite herself to her home; Zahra had no idea that the young relative was pregnant and that she was looking, by coming to France, for a way to escape the scandal and her father's fury.

This was the beginning of the deluge that invaded the peaceful life of Zahra. She suddenly found herself with a baby in her arms and the mother on the run. But the worst happened when she fell into the clutches of the paternal uncle.

And, a second wave of a tsunami took her and the baby far from her France and far from everything she loved to find herself, kidnapped, in Turkey and in the middle of a revenge war between two families.

By Delilah Mood.

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