" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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Death.
One word, five letters.
Some may find it scary.
Some may find it as an escape to reality.
Some may find it psychopathic.
And he was definitely in the third category.
The eyes he had when he shoved those chilli powder inside me told me something that this was not even the beginning but 1/4 of what is going to happen to me. Although I did learn some defence techniques and martial arts I do not think I can use that to defeat him.
His muscles rippled beneath his skin, giving him an imposing look that suggested no one, not even a determined female like me, could simply defeat him. His body was as strong as an oak tree.
Before seeing him, I thought it will be someone who has an average body that I can at least defeat to make a run away from here although its impossible looking at the size of the guards.
But still I had hope.
Had..
That was until I saw his physique yesterday. And not to mention how demonic he looked. He was the perfect sculpture for the demon and devil. People can use his face to portray a monster.
I drew my knees close to my chest and rested my head upon them. Upon waking, I discovered my wrists were free from the confining chains, and soothing ointment had been gently applied, providing relief from the prior discomfort. In the aftermath of yesterday's ordeal, a solitary light bulb had been placed, casting a feeble glow over my surroundings.
As I contemplated my situation, I couldn't help but wonder how many times I would be forced to endure suffering for the sins of those who perpetrate evil and escape consequences, while individuals like me are burdened with these traumas for a lifetime.
I was tired of all this. I wanted to just lay my head on my mum's lap and ask her to massage my head and ask dad to feed me. I wanted to feel a place where I can call home. But I haven't found that place anywhere near. While I was thinking of all this, there was a sudden urge to pee.
Shit!
There is no cubicle here.
How am I going to relieve myself? Does he want me to relieve myself here?
Clutching a faint glimmer of hope, I timidly inquired of the guards stationed outside my chamber.
"He-- He--" only whispers came out.
Indeed, following the chili powder incident, my ability to speak properly has been severely compromised. The intensity of the spice has nearly rendered my voice inaudible.
Nevertheless, despite these challenges, I felt a pressing need to relieve myself at that moment. The last thing I desired was to fill the entire chamber with an unpleasant odor, so I mustered my strength and called out to them.
