Anaya's body felt numb and her head felt a bit heavy as she very slowly opened her eyes. She was still in her miserable little room, and she felt the drip on her hand, the puncture of the needle feeling a little sore.

"You're awake," Ali said.

And, there he was. I was better off asleep where I didn't have to hear or look at this man-Anaya thought. She quickly sat up straight and covered her whole body with the blanket, inducing pressure to her head but she did not want to lay in front of him any longer.

"Here. Drink it." Ali said handing her a bottled protein shake.

"Why? You're trying to make me healthy so you can torture me back to death again?" Anaya shot back at him.

Ali let out a small scoff, before putting the beverage in her hand.

"No, of course not. I am just simply taking care of my wife." He spoke mockingly.

Anaya- without another thought, impulsively took the drink and hurled it at him. With his sharp reflexes, he dodged his face but his black dress shirt was now drenched in a vanilla protein shake.

Anaya's subconscious shrieked out of fear, but she was too overtaken by hatred to worry.

She was not his wife.

Ali let out a deep chuckle that felt almost threatful- if that was possible. His laugh alone set her into a panic, and then he took off his shirt- all while looking at her in the eye, and god at that moment she wished he would do anything but that. She turned her head away to her left completely blocking him out of her vision.

"Martha!" He shouted, and a housemaid instantly ran into the room.

He forwarded the shirt to her, and she took it.

"Lock the door, and leave." He spoke.

Anaya cowered, her heart racing out of dread.

Quick tip Anaya, try not to massively piss off the guy who has immediate control of your life. She thought.

She needed to get away from him, so yet again, impetuously she tore off the drip from her hand. She yelped in pain from the injury and she began to bleed from the rip, this was more hurtful than she thought it would be.

Painful tears made way to her eyes, as she grabbed the nearest paper towel to cover the cut with, she promptly jumped up and went to the other side of the bed. Both of them now facing each other, with the distance of the Queen bed between them.

"Are you stupid? The drip is IN your vein, why the fuck would you snatch it out?" He said, looking at the massive amount of blood that oozed out to the paper towel.

"God, you're such a fucking handful." He groaned quietly, bending down to get the first aid box, and throwing it towards her.

"Treat it. Or you're going to pass out again from blood loss." He said, annoyed.

The entire time Anaya kept her eyes on her own hands not forgetting even for a second that the man was bare. She took the alcohol and sat down on the cold floor, dabbing the wound with it, it stung badly and she whimpered as her tears fell. She put the gauze on it and taped it around, feeling relief from the bleeding.

She got up slowly and kept her eyes down, gazing at the tiles. Until she heard him strutting over to her, and then she felt her at his side. He grabbed her wrist harshly and made her face him, but she kept her eyes low, but he grabbed her face pressing both her cheeks with his thumb and index finger.

"This is the last time you pull shit like this. Running away, starving yourself, throwing your dumbass tantrums. Don't get on my fucking nerves, because then I am going to have to show you-" He pulled her closer, his exposed chest brushing against her, as she winced crying tears of objection.

"The things I do to people who don't listen to me." He finished, his voice low but still holding so much intensity.

He pushed her back, and she fell onto the bed. Anaya had never felt so hopeless, so frustrated. She wanted to scream until her voice died, she wanted to be heard. She wanted to get out.

"I've told you time and time again. The less you resist-"

"The easier it will be! I know!" Anaya cut him off, and she saw in his face that her interruption irked him, but she didn't let him say anything.

"It's not easy you liar! I have not done ANYTHING, for the past weeks and it's been absolute hell! SO NO! I am going to scream! I am going to starve! And I am going to be mean to you! Because this way you're going to hear me." She stated through multiple gasps and hiccups, even her rant dripping with innocence as she cried and wiped her eyes with her sleeves.

"I never did anything to you, or anyone. Why you are doing this to me is no longer my interest. I just need you to let go of me, LET ME OUT OF THIS HORRIBLE ROOM! LET ME- LET ME-" She tried screaming in the midst of her crying, but she was dizzy from her weakness as she stood up.

"LET ME LIVE!" She finished, crying as she fell back down onto the bed.

"Do not disrupt me again." He replied.

His reply only frustrated her further, on how little he cared. She stomped her foot and put her face in her palms as she cried.

Ali looked at her as she wept, and apprehended her words. He liked her way with words, and he knew that there was no use in detaining her any longer, he just needed her shares and then he could care less about what happened to her.

He picked up the binder and threw it toward her.

"Sign all of this, and I will let you go." He spoke.

His words caught Anaya's attention as she immediately looked up, her eyes red and damp.

"A-as in h-home?" She asked, even the word home sounding so sweet in her mouth.

He shrugged, as a maybe.

Anaya grabbed the binder and began to sign each page, she dipped her thumb into the ink and pressed it on the lines as well. She was signing so quickly, Ali smirked looking at her.

Her hand began to cramp, but she didn't halt. She just wanted to go home, and nothing, nothing meant enough to her to hold her back. She knew, what she was signing. She knew it was some kind of money they had found and wanted to obtain from her, and she didn't care. She didn't care if it was a hundred billion dollars that they were taking from her, she just wanted her life back.

In the span of ten minutes, she signed the very last page of the binder and slammed it shut, looking at him in anticipation.

"Good. Now answer this." He said, taking out his phone to record her voice.

"Do you give your complete and absolute consent to me; your husband Ali Ahmed Sheikh to commit the entirety of the shares you own to me?" He asked.

"Yes, I do." She replied.

He put his phone away grabbing the binder.

"We have our Nikkah this evening, and a ceremony tomorrow. After all of this is verified and done, I'll let you go." He said.

Anaya wanted to protest, but she feared that her complaint might take that small chance of freedom from her so she remained silent. Ali walked to the door opening it, he unlocked it from outside in front of her, and she felt as if a cool breeze went through her as the key turned.

"Just know. One wrong move and you are done for." He reminded her.