Tension Rising (iii) Nabila

Nabila winced seeing blood oozing from the old woman's feet, dragging chains that clinked harshly with each labored step.

…..She was just one among dozens of hunched laborers, condemned prisoners sentenced to brutal concrete shifts expanding Cassou's sparkling new Justice Complex.

…..The imposing government towers grew daily while wasted souls stacked its foundations stone by stone.

"Move along, girl! No gawking!"

…. The work gang overseer shoved Nabila roughly toward her waiting car.

….She glimpsed the prisoner's sunken eyes again before her chauffeur swept her inside.

"Best avoid this route in future, Miss Nabila.

Construction disturbs some."

….Her driver navigated smoothly around the grim scene.

… But Nabila felt something deeper disturbed within her familiar world.

She had believed her beloved father Qassam's assurances that temporary justice restrictions protected Cassou against foreign aggressors and lawless tribes.