[Warning: The chapter contains scenes that might be triggering and traumatizing for some.]
In the darkness of night, a certain uninvited visitor visited Aisha. Just like she had interpreted. The uninvited visitor opened the door creating a light screeching sound from the swollen wood at the bottom of the wooden door. While almost everything was renovated, Aisha had given strict instructions not to replace any doors, windows and the bed. A sound like that was enough to alert any person but a sick one.
The man flinched due to the sound that he had created. He didn't expect the door to not be replaced. His eyes fell onto sleeping Aisha. He exhaled finding out that the loud sound was not enough to wake her up.
'She might be high on drugs.' He thought and then instead of tip-towing ahead as he had planned before opening the door. He walked comfortably and noisily. Each of his footsteps was loud and audible.
When he reached the side of the bed where Aisha was sleeping. He stopped and gazed at her dazzling beauty. Her long and straight brown hair were stretching down the bed, her pretty fair skin, and ravishing red lips made the visitor blush. He slowly reached out to Aisha's face and slid his fingers along the edge of her soft and shiny skin.
After confirming she was deep in her sleep, the man climbed on the bed swiftly. He placed his legs on both the side of her waist and his wrinkled but strong arms on the sides of her face.
He stroked her hair that was blocking the view of her complete face, then tucked it behind her ears. Aisha's long neck made him gulp and then he submitted himself to his lust. Her lips made him want to meet them with his and her body made him want to make one with his.
He slowly bent trying to reach out to kiss her neck lightly. When he was close enough to kiss the side of her neck. He lost his balance due to getting his hand pulled by two unknown ones. He fell onto Aisha's body, his head near her neck. Before he could get back up, he was caught by his neck and then twisted down on the bed. Now Aisha was on top of him and he was below her.
A flash of lightning passed through his spine. His neck was pressed by the strong young hands of the little miss of the house. Someone who had never once opposed him had caught him by his neck.
Aisha quickly pulled out a handcuff to cuff it around the perpetrator's hands but couldn't as the old but strong hands of the old man had caught her neck in response.
"I don't like this change in you, miss. You must be obedient to me like always." He said. Aisha could see his face and could sense his sinister smile even though the darkness of the room didn't allow her to. She frowned and clicked her teeth but then broke into a huge smile.
The brown eyes of the little miss shown bright under the dim yet shiny light of the full moon floating in the clear sky. He could however see Aisha's face clearly under that light. Her smile made him shiver as fear ran into his veins. Her eyes were sharp as if piercing through his body just by staring at him. Quickly, his single disappear and instead frear took its troll on his face.
Aisha titled her face wearing the same smile but then stopped. She pressed his neck harder and it was visible all over her face. A strong pressure, suddenly made the man let go off Aisha's neck and they landed on her hands. He tried his best to free himself from Aisha's clutches but couldn't move even a single finger of hers.
Instead of handcuffing the perpetrator, Aisha in rage twisted the chain between to cuffs around his neck, pulling each side with all her strength.
The flashes of her last lives and the deeds of that devious man flashed in front of her eyes. The pervert who had made her life hell since she was only twelve. A molester, who threatened the young child that she might be killed by her monster father if she were to ever tell anyone about it.
Every inch of her body screamed. Her mind ordered her to kill the disgusting human in front of her but her emotions and pain didn't. A death so simple for the man who molested her all her life.
'Never! He must suffer.'
Aisha let go of his neck and went according to the plan. She handcuffed him and tied him to the bed. It became easy to do the deed, now that he had been extremely weakened.
"I have a very good gift for you. John. I'm sure you will love it." Aisha smiled again, the way she did before. John's eyes widened in fear. He knew something bad was about to happen. She reached out to a rope hidden behind her bed after opening the lights of the room.
"How—how did—" John struggled to speak as he was almost choked to death not long ago.
"Did you not see the password lock on the door? Why do you think I didn't lock the door today?"
John's eyes widened.
"I knew you would come. Your face when I arrived told everything."
Aisha pulled the rope and pointed her index finger towards the ceiling. John turned to look above. The new chandelier rushed down cutting the wind ready to severely injure at least his entire face.
"I bought it for you. This scene had going on in my mind the whole time I was looking for the perfect one. And oh my! It matches." The chandelier crushed into his face, piercing his face and neck but leaving his eyes.
The renovators were shocked by the shape of the chandelier. It had pointy tips that stretched downwards. Made of steel. It was ugly and dangerous if it were to ever fall. Moreover, Aisha had asked to make it in such a way that there was a way to make it fall on will. While many questions had surrounded both the gentlemen, none of them had the nerve to utter them.
A roaring scream echoed through the mansion, waking almost every person living in the mansion. Aisha quickly freed John from handcuffs and found her place near the wall aligning to the door after switching off the lights once again.