"PUEKH! Uhuk, uhuk! Who are you?" asked the man who was now tied to the pole where he had committed the heinous act on his own sister.
I, who was sitting not far from the man, looked up and stared intently at him. I took a flat object from my pants pocket, dialed a few numbers and was connected to the person I wanted to call.
"Yes, hello. I'm John Armando here to report an assault on my wife. In the area of Easton Street VII. You can trace the ordinate point, right?"
The officer gave me an answer and an assurance that they would be here soon, which relieved me. After this, no one would treat Clara badly, let alone abuse her in such a way. Just imagining it made my chest heat up and before I left the room, I gave her a jab to the stomach and face.
"That's because you've been bad to your sister!" I said then landed a swift punch to her face. "It's for the abuse you've done to her."
