He was continously pacing in the dark room. His angry eyes glazed at the bed where she was supposed to be. Always. Till the time he felt he had broken her enough. She was supposed to be there. On the bed. Tired, bleeding, in pain, limp, with no energy left in her body.
With the continuous rape and abuse for whole ten days he was surprised she still had the energy and audacity to fucking run away from him. Hadn't she understood what he is capable of doing?
Now when he thinks about it, he should have killed her the moment he had taken her virginity. If he would have thought straight and not let his 'dick' think for him, he wouldn't have landed in this mess.
This was the first time he was facing a situation like this. None of girls survived his torture and neither any had the courage and strength in them to run, but this girl...
Frustrated with his carelessness he banged the walls of the room. The whole room was dark with minimal things in it. A queen sized bed with worn out mattress, a small red bulb hanging on top of the bed, a wooden table with a disposal camera on it.
The room had and eerie atmosphere and silence. It had a strong stench which would make anyone puke.
Glancing towards the camera, he stared at it for some minutes. His eyes had rage in them. Calm collected rage. Walking towards the camera he picked it up. There were numerous pictures in it. All taken of the girls he ruined. Either before or after raping and killing them. All the pictures had an emptiness in them. They were dead photos.
Among all these pictures there was no sign of the recent girl. He had fucking forgotten to take her picture.
He slammed the camera against the wall of the room. This girl whom he had been raping and abusing was a nameless figure for him. He didn't even had the brains to discover her name. He only had the brains to discover her body.
He started pacing the room again. A sudden realisation came upon him. What if she has already reached to her family? It had been two days since she had gone.
Fuck! No! She cannot reach home. No, she can't. He cannot allow this. Nobody can find about him. Nobody should know about him, about his life.
A certain memory flashed in front of him and he found himself trapped in his past. After many years he felt vulnerable 'again'.
Quickly recovering from the traumatic memory, he cursed loudly. He left the room and headed towards his car, but not before make sure to dump away all the alcohol he had. Neither he would have got drink so bad, nor she would have slipped from his grasp.
Getting inside his car he stared at the straight long highway. She is weak. She couldn't have gone far. He will catch her. Then...
She will pay, pay real bad. He will break her again and again till the time she dies of pain and torment. Then he shall devour her flesh, devour her blood-stained, bruised flesh and show the whole world what happens when someone defiles him.
With blood shot eyes he resembled a maniac who is left with no humanity in him. His body told a different story as it vibrated with revenge and hunger.
Lily, better die before he finds you.
Someone was shaking Lily gently. Waking up with a start Lily screamed loudly. The person waking her up was a small older looking lady, with salt and pepper hair and warm eyes. The poor lady jumped at Lily's response. Lily crawled towards the tree and wished the huge tree would swallow her up.
The old lady sighed and gave tje small girl in front of her a sympathetic look. Lily started crying again as fear of 'him' coming for her had crawled inside her again.
The lady had clearly recognised Lily. She knew that this girl in front of her had been missing since days. She was all over the new. Her picture were in every news channel and newspapers. A girl has been missing from the heart of New York city and the police had requested the citizens to cooperate with them.
Luckily, the old lady and her husband had spotted a small shivering body curled up at the base of a tree, while returning from their daughter's place.
Slowly raising herself, she held her hand for Lily. "It's ok dear. I am here to help you. We will call the police. Trust me dear."
Lily stared at the old lady cynically. The woman slowly lifted her hand and caressed Lily's hair softly. Lily started crying loudly and sprang up on the old woman's arms. She wailed in the woman's arms. Wailed loudly, bringing in, all those rapes and abuse of ten days. The pain and anguish of tens days. The torment of ten days. The repeated torture of ten whole days. The lady rubbed Lily's back soothingly and helped her stand up to walk towards their car.
After ten days finally Lily was happy. She will go home now. She will meet her family now. Her mum, sister, brother. She silently promised herself never to be careless again. She promised herself to always listen to her brother. Whatever he said will be law for her. She also promised that now this will end, now no girl will be ruined, no girl will be raped, she will help get New York city of this terror.
They walked towards the car where the old lady's husband was waiting for them. His eyes, when spotted a fragile girl with his wife, widen with horror. Both husband and wife exchanged looks and were shocked to see what an unknown man had done to the poor girl, who looked no more than nineteen.
They helped her in the backseat of the car with the old lady beside her.
She gave Lily a small smile.
"I am Stella. This is my husband Pete". She gestured at her husband in the driver's seat.
Lily smiled for the first time after days. "My mother's name is also Stella", she whispered.
Stella smiled again "then think of me as your mother". Lily scooted more towards Stella and snuggled in the hollow of the old lady's arm.
Stella glanced at her husband.
"I have called the police, and gave them our address. They will arrive soon". Her husband, Pete said.
"Call your family when we reach home". Stella whispered in her ears.
Stella kept rubbing Lily's bare arm which lulled Lily to sleep and just like that she was out like a light.
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I hope you guys will like it.
Naiela Omer.