Com/I was sitting on a chair as the strange woman turned on Dictaphone andwanted me to tell my story. I was blushing as I sat there. They alreadytook ...ictures of me that would go in their magazine, called "Brides".After I told my story, everyone would know who I was and how I got here.However, I was told to speak with this woman. So I drank a sip of cokeand started telling what I could remember.It all started a year ago, when I was 9. My name is Killian and I livedalone with my mum, who loved. .there is none left to make tea..” she was done wiping the floor. Firoz left to bring sugar.Shifa headed towards bedroom, not caring about the main door. Sultan followed her and before she could enter the bedroom, he held her by her waist and pulled towards himself. “What are you doing sultan? please leave me.”He ignored her, turned her around and planted a kiss on her sweet lips. She was responding nicely. They bit each others lips which left a little scar on shifa’s lower lips. “I wanna see. I started snooping around. I was thinking that it was bribe money or perhaps something to do with politics. I guess I had delusions about be a real journalist. That was when I was informed that they could put me and the people I love in prison so I backed down. They always reminded me to keep my nose clean but other than that they left me alone until today but then they told to get out or else.” Melanie said as her eyes went around the room.“It was when Ms. Johnson caught you talking with Stacy. In silence he began to climb and I followed. I saw signs that stated we were entering a restricted area; he went through another door and I followed. We were on the top floor where it was under reconstruction. The view was amazing no furniture only a wooden bench and a few drop clothes laid crumpled on the floor. The room’s walls were unfinished and the floor was just concrete. The theft took my note book over to the bench and sat on it seeming to read it.“Please don’t read that it’s…” but I.