Anika's POV
I slowly creep in the direction of the noises , coming in front of the wooden door as the hurtful voices gradually came to a stop.
My hands shake when I stretch it towards the handle. The nagging feeling at the back of my head continues, various thoughts about anything and everything rang in my cluttered mind.
The loudest was Am I too late.
A sharp scream, blood curling, which left me paralyzed at my spot. Someone was in so much pain, a girl, while the door in front of me stopped me from witnessing what I thought to be a gruesome scene.
I cannot do it. I cannot save you. I am sorry.
I repeated the apologies again and again in my head as I turned around shaking to get away from here, somewhere safe.
I had taken just a step or two when I was jerked back. My lips parted as the bubbling cry in my throat finally tore free. I scream, it was muffled as the person who was dragging me by my hair inside hell hole placed his hand against my mouth.
Kicking my legs, sprawling my arms I try to gain some leverage, anything which will help me escape from the monster's hold.
My effort were futile as he finally pull me inside.
He was going to close the door when I stuck my foot at the frame, not letting it completely shut.
Pain shoots up my ankle as he slams the door again causing me to cry. He had my head in his arm hold, palm covering my mouth as the back of my head rested on his shoulder.
He continues to slam it against my foot until I pulled it back myself when the pain became too much to handle. He likely broke my foot I was sure of it.
I wanted to turn back, look around, see the another struggling person but the room was pitch black. The only light coming was through the almost closed door, the dim lights on the corridor was not helping in seeing anything too.
He finally shuts the door, the loud banging of it stop my screams too for a few seconds.
I yelp when I was tossed on the soft surface. The person gripped my arms and stuffed my mouth with a cloth as I struggle against the burning hold, kicking and swinging my legs.
The monster's grip tightens and I stiffen as a piece of wood when I felt the stinging right across my cheeks. The hot painful sensation let me know I was slapped.
My ears ringed and my head heavy, the quick drowsiness clouded my vision. The trail of screams got stuck in my throat, my eyes welled up with tears, few droplets escaping along my cheeks.
I could hear someone talking, saying something, someone other than the person currently holding me but I wasn't so sure. The ringing in my ears didn't let me hear, didn't let me focus.
Did someone came looking after me? Came to save me?
It was when I felt the demon's claws roaming around my body before his nails dug into my breast I started trying to fight his hold again. My heel connected to one of his body parts, the way he grone in pain I can guess I probably hit his crotch.
"YOU BITCH" He shouted with a pained grone.
I stilled.
I know that voice. I know it because I was afraid of it. It's the same person which threatened me not too while ago. In the party. Shivam Singh.
Taking benefits of the leverage I gained, I pulled the cloth out of my mouth and started backing away from the vile person. He doesn't seem to notice me while busy tending to his injury.
I used the moment of his pained distractions to get up from the mattress and tried feeling around the room for any surface to grab on, to guide me in darkness. By the feel of it I could tell I was thrown on a couch. I limped my way around it to put as much distance between us as I can in this limited space.
To navigate around the room I couldn't use my likely broken foot. I tried to endure the pain as much as I can and dragged my self in the direction of the door from where I could see specks of light entering.
In my process to get out of this room I completely forgot about the girl I came here for. I couldn't hear her now and I don't know when did she stopped screaming.
Is she even in this room?
I couldn't dwell on that thought much as I finally grasp the door knob, the sudden relief I feel could never be compared. I just wanna get out and hide in Rudra's arms forever. A choked cry left my lips at the thought as I twisted the knob and the door cracked a little open.
I finally saw light, I finally saw hope.
But all my hopes drains out of my body..... Just like the blood that was dripping on the floor...... From my body.
I clutched my head with one hand as the pain registered and the other was holding tightly to the door frame. He hit my head with something. I couldn't move, my brain couldn't process anything as I started seeing blackspots.
Hand clad with rings came to loosen my grip from the door. The one particular emerald shining bright in the dim light coming from the corridor, as he pry my fingers, gripped my arms and pulled in his chest before slamming the door shut.
I know I always say this but....
Guys I am so sorry for not updating but all my draft and whatever I have written accidentally got deleted and now I have to work from scratch that why it's taking long.I had already wrote about 6 chap worth which got deleted and it pissed me so much that cried for a whole day.
And then I took a break to grief for the loss of my work but I am constantly writing now and will be updating soon.
I didn't wanted to just write anything and give you guys that's why I am taking my time.
Thank you for your support
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