Zaid looked up at his tormentors, then at the food on the floor, trying his best not to glare, not to lash out. They’d only provoke him more if he did.
“What? Are you not hungry enough to eat it?”
The group of men chuckled, all seeming to enjoy his downfall a lot more than they should.
“It’s rice…it’s a little too expensive to go to waste, especially by someone like you. Pick it up! Eat it!”
Zaid clenched his jaw, defiantly shaking his head. “No.”
“Did you hear that? This piece of sh*t said no! Hey you…!” A kick landed against his side. “You still don’t know your f*cking place, do you? You do what I tell you to, no questions asked. Clean the f*cking rice off my floor with that tongue of yours.”
“No.”
“No? Did you say no again?! Did you say no again you little sh*t?!” He grabbed Za
