𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 || ArDi ||

33. The Snake.

~ VAASTE ~

TW ⚠️: MENTION OF ABUSE.

Vishakha blinked. Her head throbbing with pain. Her hand reached out to massage her temples. 

Or wait!

It didn't.

Vishakha froze. She was not able to move her arms. Neither her feet. She tried with more force. Her wrists were tied to a chair. Adrenaline filled her system. Panic level rising. Alarms started buzzing in her brain. Her frantic eyes moved around the room. A dungeon. It was dark. The only source of light was the only lamp near a small window. The dying flame was on the verge of extinguishing. Terror, dread and apprehension settled like a heavy weight in her stomach. She tried to swallow the saliva in her mouth, but it turned parched. A burning sensation made her throat close up. She broke out in a fit of coughing, her eyes racked with tears and lungs struggled to take in more oxygen. She sniffed her watering nose and took deep breaths. Paranoid thought clouded her sane thinking process. Dark spots danced before her vision. A screeching sound filled the cell. Vishakha gritted her teeth. The dull ache in her temples increased. The sound traveled to her core and snapped her temper like a twig. Murmurs filled the cells. 

One. Two. Three. 

Three voices. 

Three men.

Familiar but not recognizable. 

Vishkha lost herself to the invincible devil of darkness. For what felt like years, the numb feeling pulled her leg. As if she was being sucked deeper in the blackhole. She felt weird. Her body was half way through a shut down, leaving her numb and half-alive. 

Blank, numb, empty.

Numb.

Numb.

Numb. 

The words echoed in brain like a possessed spirit.

All her emotions were sealed under the vacuum in her mind.

Until cold shower washed on her.

Quite literally.

Vishakha gasped and struggled to breath. She was drowning. She tried to thrashed her arms around in an desperate attempt to escape. The restraints on her hand felt to tight. Trauma of death frightened her soul. Water filled her nostrils and settled in her lungs in a failed attempt to breath. To live. She tried to scream, instead the water filled her mouth. It stale taste on her tongue made her nauseous. Her life flashed before her closed eyes. The sound of clashing water was muted. The wet strands of her hair stuck of her bare arms and back. 

At once, It stopped. 

Vishakha was panting. She coughed trying to expel the water that filled her lungs. Her wet clothes stuck to her body like second skin. Her eyes burned when she tried to open them, suddenly blinding by a bright light and she shut them close. Colourful patterns danced on her blinded vision. Red, yellow, blue, green bursting like colour filled balloons. She again tried to open her eyes. She blinked hastily to adjust to the light of lamps lit in the room. 

Three blurry, male figures surrounded the lamp. Two bulky and one lean. 

It took some more time for her to adjust to the light and clear her vision. And the sight that greeted her was definitely what she had expected. 

"You?" She exclaimed with what little energy she had left in her. 

Gandharaj snorted scratching his bearded chin, "Yes, we."