Shadows of Revenge

The sky was heavy with dark clouds, and a cold wind swept through the air, as if foretelling something terrifying was about to happen. Shaimaa walked alone in the darkness of the night toward the abandoned gas station. The message she had received two days ago was still etched in her mind: "Come... let’s end everything. I want to apologize."

Despite the fear gnawing at her and her mother's warnings, she decided to confront her past. Her inner voice screamed, "Don’t go! This isn’t right!" But she suppressed her fear, telling herself, "Maybe he truly regrets it... maybe I can close this chapter for good."

When she arrived at the place, silence enveloped it like a shroud. All that remained were the derelict building and the sound of wind against shattered glass. She felt a chill creep into her body, but she kept walking.

Suddenly, she heard a faint voice calling her name: "Shaimaa..." She turned quickly, but saw no one. Her heart raced. She tried to calm herself and called out, "Who’s there? Are you here?"

He appeared from the shadows, standing in a dark corner. His face was strange, torn between regret and hatred. He said in a low, eerie voice, "Finally, you’ve come. I knew you wouldn’t make me wait long."

Shaimaa took a step back and said in a trembling voice, "Why did you ask to meet? What do you want?"

He slowly approached her, his eyes never leaving hers, and a cold smile spread across his face. He said, "I just want to end this... on my terms."

Shaimaa felt something dark in his words. She looked around, searching for an escape, but she was trapped. She said, trying to control her trembling voice, "If you have something to say, say it now. I won’t stay here for long."

He laughed softly, a laugh devoid of any remorse. "You know, I spent years thinking about this day. How I would make everything right."

"What balance?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion. "What do you mean?"

He moved closer, until his face was inches from hers. He whispered with a voice full of venom: "Do you know how much I’ve suffered because of you? Your screams... your accusations... they made me live in a never-ending nightmare. And now... it’s your turn to live that nightmare."

Shaimaa screamed as she took a step back, "Don’t come any closer! Leave me alone!"

But his steps were sure, and his gaze steady. He was a predator closing in on his prey.

Suddenly, he grabbed her with terrifying force. Her screams filled the empty space, but no one came to help. He looked down at her, his face twisted with satisfaction. "No one will save you, Shaimaa. This is where you end."

She tried to fight back, but he was too strong. After moments of struggle, she collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with fear, her mind desperately searching for a way to escape.

As she gathered her remaining strength, she saw him returning with a gasoline can. Her eyes widened in terror as she weakly pleaded, "Please... don’t do this... Please, I’ll do anything."

But he didn’t listen. He slowly poured the gasoline over her, savoring every moment. "Please… please, I beg you!" Shaimaa’s voice was barely a whisper.

He stood in front of her, holding a lighter, a demonic smile on his face. "Mercy? I’ve never known mercy, and I won’t give it to you now."

And in an instant, he lit the flame. The fire engulfed her body, and her screams pierced the night, but the darkness swallowed them whole. The flames danced, and he watched, as if savoring every second of her agony.

When he left, the place was only filled with ashes and the stench of death.

The next day, when the police arrived, the scene looked like a nightmare torn from the depths of hell. The charred body left nothing but remnants of a life once full of dreams and aspirations.

Shaimaa became a symbol of a silent scream that no one heard. And the place where she died became cursed for all who knew her story.