"What the hell were you saying about Anisa?" Yugh demanded, his eyes blazing. š”
"Hey, listen. She's my girl. What's it to you what I say about her?" Hasan shot back, wrenching his collar free from Yugh's grip.
"What kind of lowlife are you? She loves you so much, and you treat her like a toy!" Yugh accused, his voice thick with disgust. š¤¢
"Whether she's a toy or a stepping stone to me, she's mine. I'll use her however I want, for as long as I want," Hasan declared, his true colors bleeding through the drunken bravado.
"What did you just say?!" Yugh roared, his hand flying up to strike. But before he could land a blow, Hasan's three friends lunged as one, tackling Yugh and pinning him to the ground. š„
Hasan stepped forward, placing his shoe on Yugh's chest and leaning down close to his ear. "I'm not crazy enough to marry a widow for no reason. I'm only with her for her property. At least I can get some enjoyment out of her for a while."
The monstrous confession filled Yugh with a primal rage. He struggled to rise, but Hasan's friends rained down kicks and punches, holding him down. Blood trickled from Yugh's lips, and a sharp pain lanced through his legs and ribs from the brutal assault. He was trapped, helpless on the cafĆ© floor. š£
Hasan leaned in again, his voice a taunting whisper meant to cut deeper than any physical blow. "You like her, don't you? But she belongs to me now. Tell me, have you even kissed her? No, right? Then you have no idea what she feels like."
With that final, vile taunt, Hasan brought the sole of his shoe down hard on Yugh's face in a gesture of ultimate contempt. Then, with his friends, he swaggered out of the cafĆ©, leaving Yugh broken and bleeding on the floor. š«¤
After they left, Yugh, in agony, managed to pull himself up using a table. Every part of his body screamed in protest, but the deepest pain was the horrifying truth now branded into his mind. Gritting his teeth through the blood and fury, he made a silent, furious vow.
"I won't leave you people unfinished," he swore to himself, the promise a cold ember of vengeance in the wreckage of the afternoon. š¤