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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