Beneath The Scars

Chapter 14

Suddenly I woke up from my day dreaming. I heard the sound of footsteps rapidly coming towards the door  . A key was inserted into the lock, turned and the door flung open bringing in the cold chilly air  outside  . The scar face man had entered the room . I noticed he limped  .He scanned  the room with his wicked looking eyes . He came to me and handed over a bag containing some clothing , packed meals and drinking water . I guess he noticed from my torn clothing the ordeal I had gone through . He smiled and started moving towards me with that glint in his eyes when suddenly he had a call on his cell phone.  He seemed agitated after receiving the call . He rushed outside, closed the door and locked it from outside. I could hear the screeching of his car as he moved out at a very fast pace . I wondered what had disturbed him.  I had a premonition that my situation was going to get worse . I needed to find a way to get out of this place fast . I needed to get access to the locked cabinet . I instinctively had a feeling that somehow this cabinet could house my passport to freedom.
                                 The room was sparsely furnished . A bed, cabinet, ladder ,washing bowl ,towel  were all the furnishing I could see in this  dimly lit room  . After rushing through the packed lunch and changing my clothes I picked up the ladder  .  I spread out the two legs of this ladder so it could stand, climbed up and looked through the window at the free world outside. I watched the sun gradually imerging in the sky . There seemed a lot of wind blowing that morning . I saw the dry leaves floating around as the wind blew fiercely. These leaves being blown around included mostly dry but also green leaves I felt bitter and depressed looking at these leaves . Life has a way of being so unfair.  Like these green leaves my family had been snatched away from me just when they were in their prime . I missed my parents so much. Destiny had been so unfair to me. I also realized that the building I was locked in was in a secluded area . There were lots of trees outside . The sunlight fought to penetrate through these tree covers to offer some light to the surrounding areas. I stepped down finally from the ladder and placed it back in it's original position, went to bed and  promptly fell asleep.
                                    I woke to the sound of a key once again being inserted in the lock outside. The door was slowly opened and my skinny rapist stepped in. He had a sheepish look on his face. I jumped out of bed and stepped backwards away from him. I was terribly frightened . This time he held the knife pointed at me. He moved slowly after me like a lion hunting it's prey, with the knife still pointed in my direction. He motioned to me to move back towards the bed.As he got close to me he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed slapping me across the face  as I feebly resisted .  He ignored my screams and raped me once again. He quickly dressed up and turned to me and said "this is your last day on this earth lady let's make the most of it,By this evening your dead body will be resting peacefully in the soil behind this building" he stated morbidly . As I sat at the edge of the bed holding my torn clothing against my body I noticed a shiny object lying close to the pillow, I slowly put it under the pillow hoping to observe it later . It must have fallen from his trouser pocket.  He left silently and furtively just as he had entered and locked the door outside . I lay on the bed dazed .I couldn't come to grips with what was happening to me.
                                  Could man be so evil ? Gradually my misery was being replaced by an anger I never realized existed in me  . I hated the sight of these two criminals who had violently taking away my freedom of virginity and subjected me to such violence . I wanted to fight back.  I wanted to inflict upon them as much pain as possible but how could I do this ? I still have that fighting spirit I inherited from my mother.  I picked up the pillow and  held it against my chest and wept bitterly and silently.The only sign of me weeping were the  tears and my chest heaving up and down with the flow of my sorrow . I remember the object I had pushed under the pillow earlier on and picked it up . It was a key .  I rushed to the cabinet with the Key and fitted it into the lock .  It wouldn't turn in the lock. I was totally disappointed .it seemed to be the wrong key.