Beneath the scars

Chapter 13

I heard a door bell ring at 3am , thinking it was Johan . I opened the door . "Darling what do you need ?" I asked sarcastically with my eyes closed waiting for an answer. I stood there waiting and when I got none I opened my eyes. It wasn't Johan or anyone I knew of. The man at the doorway looked like a mafia gang member "Sir, please can I help you." I asked. "Yes, you can he answered. Before I could register what  was happening , I was being pushed to the wall with a handkerchief soaked in rohypnol on my nose . I had never been that scared in my life . My heart continued pounding in my chest, sweat forming on my entire forehead , my throat immensely dry and  tears trickling down my cheek .I was loosing consciousness.  I was slowly drifting off . I gave up the fight and let darkness engulf me.
I woke up suddenly and struggled to get up. It quickly dawned on me that I had been tied up  to the chair I was sitting on. I was in this dark and dirty room . A shade of light from the ceiling lit up a portion of the room like a torch . There was this skinny dark skinned looking guy sitting on the floor against the wall with a gun held loosely in his hand. I screamed and he pointed a pistol at me and barked at me to shut up . The door burst open suddenly and a huge, tall, solidly built man rushed in . "The young lady is awake right?" he questioned . He moved quickly towards me and struck me across the cheek with the back of his hand sending me crashing to the floor with the chair. The dark skinned man lazily rose up and he lifted me up right with the chair .
The strange huge looking man turned his face towards me and I saw a deep scar running across his left cheek . He was kind enough to tell me that I shouldn't bother taking note of his face because I'll be killed when he was done with me. I noticed a glint in his eyes as he observed me. I realized I was in trouble. The type of trouble reserved for the weaker race ,women. He looked down at me for some time and shuffled out of the room banging the door after him . I was left with the tall skinny man in the room now. I heard the sound of a vehicle driving off.
The tall skinny man rose lazily from the floor. He still had the gun swinging loosely in his hand like the cowboys do in films. He opened the door slightly and peeped outside and quickly shut and locked the door. He untied the rope tying me to the chair and I could feel my blood flowing freely through my veins . I stood up and suddenly fell back onto the chair since I was extremely weak, dehydrated and hungry .My eyes were gradually adapting to the weak lightning. I could see a bed against the far wall on my left . He picked me up and threw me onto the bed . He forcibly tore my clothing and despite my feeble struggles succeeded in forcibly raping me.Afterwards , I lay on my tummy weeping my heart out while he dressed up and headed towards door. He locked the door from behind and a few minutes later I could hear the sound of a car receding . The room was getting dark I listened to the sound of birds happily rushing home to their nests.They sounded so happy and free . Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder.
The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enjoy the cool evening breeze.This is the kind of mother I had lost . I shuddered and the tears came streaming down loosely on to the bed . I was very hungry and I fell into a fitful sleep dreaming of demons chasing me.