Sunday 13 January 2013

THE GIFTED ANALOGY, A horrifying revelation, Chapter Eight



Saying this, he grabbed her brutally by her hand and dragged her to a small room adjacent to the kitchen that looked more like a pantry or a store. He pushed her inside the tiny room and held her tightly. She started choking and tried to push him to free herself. He didn’t like her repulsiveness. He shouted,” I am your master.”  He raised his bulky hand and hit her hard on her face. She fell on the floor like a broken leaf, trembling in fear and pain.
He jumped over her body and tore her clothes like a ferocious bear. Her sprains and shrieks were not helping. The large stout man was too strong and heavy for her to break herself free from his assault. She begged and cried but there was no one to hear her pleas. His barbarian behavior made me hyperventilate. It was as if I was living in my scariest nightmare. I could feel the pain, the torture, and the scars my soul had to bear just because of a violated transaction.
He left her shaking in pain and fear and went stumbling to his room. Eventually, it became a routine of torture, pain and humiliation till she had no strength to bear more. He kept her locked in that small filthy room where she lied as a broken piece of furniture thrown on the floor. She was fed less just once a day and that with stale bread and half a glass of water. He visited the room often whenever he felt malicious and used her as a rugged bag to fulfill his virulent desires by torturing her physically, hitting her, assaulting her and making her do all the nasty things.
 For a couple of days, the house echoed with her screams and pleas, but slowly that too turned silent. Eventually, her body lost every bit of energy and her throat forgot how to produce any sound, even her ears could only hear the intelligible groans made by that monster and several insults he blew from his mouth to her all the time. Her soul was shattered completely, numbing her senses at a point where she was not able to distinguish what kind of touch was safe. She was imprisoned there for an unaccountable period of time waiting every moment for her suffering to end. But her broken soul still bore hope, the moment she would be saved, the moment when her love would come for her rescue. If her breaths and heart beat had not given way, which was only because somewhere she knew he would find her. So, her suffering continued endlessly till her body started rebelling against her soul to let her free.

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