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legs bent beneath her, and hugging her bag as if to protect herself by it.. Shit..
Didn't know her case was that bad, and according to the plan, my partner won't
set the elevator back to work again except after two bloody minutes that would
pass like we were waiting for the day of judgment, and the girl's heart would
probably stop beating until then.. So I found myself moving to sit next to her on
the floor, and took her in my arms.. Her attractive feminine perfume sneaked to
my nose, while her smooth hair was tickling my face.. She was completely
helpless and showed no signs of resisting.. I whispered comforting words in her
ear as I felt her body shaking against mine, but couldn't feel much difference
my words did.. The elevator lights came back to work after the time was over,
and I saw tears all over her face.. Starting to hold herself together, as the
elevator got back to work too.. I stood up and helped her standing, and returned
the elevator to the ground floor while she was picking up her things and dress
and dignity..
As we walked out of the elevator, I invited her for a cup of coffee or something
to calm her down.. She agreed, as I turned out not to be another jerk taking
advantage of her..
(Not yet at least.....)
The nearest place was that café, so we got used to meet their every now and
then..
The first time we met she told me about her life.. About "Khalid" whom she
hated, but had to stay with because he took her out of her need, and because he
was the one paying for the treatment of her sick mother, and that final
information almost changed my opinion about "Khalid", and made me start
wondering whether he deserved what we were planning for him, while she was
completing her story to make me change my mind again about him, as she told
me how she was afraid to leave him, for not knowing what would be his