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Nazli was pulled roughly to the dark, and issued a small hiccough as her mouth shut tightly, clicking teeth.

She straightened a moment later when Jawahir had released her, and still avoided eye contact, but would answer.

The man, Gucci, the -- the neb, he said some things. She sniffled, trying not to break down again given that she had an audience now. He warned me against meddling, somewhere, and said I was a tool, but in a bad way? It was all confusing, and wrong, and it made me so angry... She blinks a few times, hard.

Something about girls and women being different, I don't know! I didn't understand, and I got mad. He's probably finding a -- a punishment for how I reacted, as we speak. She was utterly deflated, thinking herself the cause of some upset and not the victim.