Chapter 36 | Her
There are very few times when all my senses go on defeated mode. Today is that day. The only thing going inside me is wild – wild panic.
The extravagant chamber is balefully lit; sinners staring at us from either side of the hall as he drags me by the wrist through the hell that this place has transformed into.
Retaliation is rendered useless by the strength that I now realize goes far beyond his age. And even then, I am fighting for life against his bruising grip, less breathing and more sobbing to let me go. On the contrary this monster of a man is enjoying my pleas; a knowing in his laughter – where will I run now...
The music halts as soon as we reach the alter; a cheer among the audience when King takes the mic addressing his sick fucks of guests.
“Gentlemen! The part of the night that you’ve been waiting for is here.” He signals in my direction pulling all the depraved eyes on me, and I’ve never felt more naked than now in my entire life.
Something terrible awaits, all my senses are shutting down in alarm. I am not breathing, my heart not beating, my mind a mess. I need to act fast!
“As promised - our desert – our bride – Rose is here ...” he announces, “We’ll start the bidding now and then you can wait for your turn. Let the feast begin!”
In that moment, my legs involuntarily move and I start in whatever direction I can; but I’m soon met with the ground when I trip and fall with a loud thud. When I look behind, he’s already charging towards me.
“And where do you think you’re going my dear Rosa. Don’t you dare disappoint me in front of my guests...”
I plead back, but I guess it’s too late for that. He’s not listening. Although I should have known that – he’s the personification of all hell in himself.
A wave of hails and applauds follow when he drags me to the now visible glass box. The blinds drawn, giving a full show of whatever will happen here tonight.
I don’t want to be a part of this! I don’t want to be a part of this!
Picking me up from the ground, he throws me on the gigantic bed, the satin sheets burning my skin from touch. A loud scream escapes my mouth when he grabs me by the leg, pulling me closer.
“Your time’s up, sweetheart. I promised to break you; I’m only keeping my word. Good thing your boyfriend’s watching; this entire show is for him, and I’ll need my boy broken. After all, broken people are most amenable. Great for business!” He taunts in my ear.
And before I could think of the repercussions, he’s already earned a bruising slap from me right across his ugly face.
In an instant, he pulls out his gun and sticks it to my head. “I told you not to embarrass me in front of my guests. Now, you’ll have to cover for it.”
“You want to traumatize your son – so kill me. Why punish me? I’m not even a part of all this...”
His eyes twitch, “You’re not a part of this? Oh sweetheart – you were always a part of this. You’ve destroyed years of hard work – you’ve been a liability. I’m only turning this liability into business. Plus, killing you would be too easy... I want to let him know that I still am more capable of destruction than he is. And for that, I’ll need to destroy you. Although, this is going to be so much fun...”
The next instant he climbs atop me, pinning me to the bed – to my death...
I am burning beneath this man, tears and sobs drenching while I keep trying to push him away from me with whatever strength I have in my already trembling body.
The entrance he seeks is something I am incapable of giving him. He may need to cut off my lips before I could ever willingly give my tongue away to anyone other than the man I love.
A stinging slap on my cheek makes me part my lips to cry in pain, eventually getting my mouth invaded.
Satisfaction marks his ugly features when he releases my bloodied lips groaning with absolute thrill, “You taste so freaking good... My Rosa – my little whore...” The laughter that follows is heart shattering.
“Nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart. I’ve seen you do it a number of times with my son. I promise I can do it better.” He taunts.
Disgust has a new definition in my head. This man is a living walking example of it.
A deep dark laughter resonates inside this glass prison with every piece of clothing being torn from my body; the force of it abrading the skin beneath leaving trails of ruby in its wake. My throat bruising from the screams that are forcing every ounce of life from my body.
“Scream louder, Rosa. Everything you own will be beneath my feet by the time the night ends. You – your lover... you’ll both be beneath my fucking feet, and maybe then you’ll understand who not to mess around with.”
And there goes an inexplicably massive chunk of my soul. There’s no coming back from this. I’ll never heal.
I’m almost certain that this man must be a monster. My Nakul might have his eyes, but he is nothing like this monster. Even at his worst.
Every piece of clothing and jewelry on my body is stripped, pulled off and torn by force one by one, while I cry and scream trying to retain anything at all. Meaningless tears of defeat burn their path down the sides of my cheeks, shivers of disbelief rocking my limp body.
The crowd outside seems to enjoy the view and while I can’t hear the cheer, but it’s clearly visible how well this show is going. They’re bidding. They’re fucking bidding for their turn.
These pigs are all going to hell for watching my demise.
The helpless cries escaping my throat reverberate and die a painful death inside the glass walls as his nails dig in my skin while pulling off the last piece of my sanity.
Everything... everything’s on the ground. Those pieces of me are never coming back.
“Your screams are like music to my ears, sweetheart. Don’t stop. Scream louder, Rosa... Scream louder!”
The moment he shifts above me, adrenalin gets the best of me and pushing him aside, I sprint in the direction of the gun resting on the night stand.
No idea how to use it. No idea if I want to be a killer or not. But no harm trying anything. The stakes are too goddamn high right now.
Instantly a touch of hard metal digs at the nape of my neck. When I turn around to see, he is on his foot, looking at me with pity. “You’re not as weak as I expected. Guess, I was wrong to not have drugged you into submission. Now... we’ll have to try the hard way.”
One hard hit on the head and shrieking loudly I realize the stupidity of my decision. It must’ve been the gun. Shit!
Crimson drool spews all over the white satin beneath me as a sharp pulsating pain commences on impact of the grip panel on the side of my head.
“Now scream like the good little whore you are Rosa. I want to hear how you sound like when I break you. Because I won’t stop until you’ve given up on this attitude of yours completely.”
I whimper in excruciating pain while he handcuffs my wrists on the clasps behind, pinning them beside me. By this time, I am way too dazed to notice the debauched joy in his hurtlingly similar eyes when he studies the desire to fight dying inside my body.
Something deep within me cracks as an invasive length of brutality penetrates my cowering interiors and I scream and whine to no avail. And the monster above me enjoys every moment of my agony.
Although it has nothing to do with the man on top of my dead body. Instead, it has everything to do with a similar looking man who unfortunately happens to be the love of my life.
And the fact that both these men have brutalized me like I wasn’t a living breathing human, that’s enough to make me weep for the moment I saw his face for the first-time years ago. I would have saved myself from this misery if only our eyes hadn’t met.
I wish I never saw him.
Do you like what your love has made of me Nakul? I was way better off alone.
Perhaps, he’s right; you tricked me into this.
Maybe you’re a part of this, secretly enjoying my demise as a masked man. Too afraid to confront the darkness inside you. Black knight. Only you’re no knight.
In this moment when my sanity is being questioned... love and hate seem to be the same feeling; intense and capable to break you down... Two sides of the same coin.
His voice startles me, making me jolt. Although the shivers die painfully beneath the coldness too. “If you stop screaming, I will make sure that you do and it might not be pretty my sweet helpless whore...” He threatens stiffly through his gritted teeth.
But neither do I have the will, nor the energy to make any kind of sound. The only sounds that escape my mouth are those of my soul breaking into a million pieces as my mind slips into false submission.
“Scream for me Rosa... Scream for me now!”
I comply obediently. Sobs, screeches, tears and sweat... I don’t know how to differentiate between any of them anymore.
One moment he is off me, reaching out to the gold encrusted plate on the table. A brick sits beside it which rests torn open with a dagger. He rolls a dollar bill before using it to snort the crack. The similar cracking and shaking his head, rising in euphoria, returning to complete his unfinished business.
This man is the definition of being a brazen, and with every passing second, I am growing weaker to resistance. But then I also stop screaming and begging. And every time that happens, it earns me a slap... or several.
However – many it takes to turn my numb throat back on.
He abandons my nakedness the moment he’s done, towering over triumphantly, “Delicious Rosa... just as I had expected. Unfortunately, you have to cover for the slap... I don’t want them to leave with the memory of my embarrassment.” His teeth graze the reddened skin of my neck before he hisses in my ear, “You will cover for me my Czarina, won’t you?” His amused eyes taunting my affliction like the sick man that he is.
He walks away, lighting a cigar on his way out, only to return with two men, igniting a brand-new urge to somehow break free from these restraints and run right away from this fucking planet.
A few short snorts of the powder on his desk and he leans back to watch me scream afresh, as one of the two new men roughen up my already raw soul.
The friction is so intense, I am barely holding the climax building inside my abused organ. With a long-pained howl I come on a total stranger’s dick.
I guess my soul died already... what do I do with this shell now?
Spent, I watch as they leave and three fresh faces come in. My eyes widen in horror.
And although my head is screaming, it’s certainly isn’t going to be short. My demise is slow and painful.
Every cut on my body, every single abused piece of flesh, every tear that burns on its way down the bruises on my skin as men come and claim what they paid for... every piece of me left to rot on the floor – wishes I were dead.
Perhaps, I could find peace beneath the surface of the sea, once this torment ends.