Streams of Philia

Inayat muttered, " You love me... You .. said you love me", whilst vomiting blood. Her screams for aid died in the dread silence. She hobbled to free herself, spikes of pain battering her scraped knees. 

Cowering on the sun baked terrace, she bellowed.

Reverberated the thud of wood on flesh. Coercion of despotic boot on bone. The squawk of immense pain when a stomach is kicked in. The muted gnaw of skull on brick wall.

Saddat confided to his blood-smeared hands, "When you love someone, you let them go", with a stray of tear slithering down his lacerated cheek.