Rinaya, "I've slain those who tried to rape me, precisely as they tried to devour my soul," she says. "Whether transgender or cisgender, we will rise together and strike against you all."
She cautions the criminals firmly that no victim will remain...
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A young girl was running down a lonely street with blinking street lights.
The entire country was engulfed by darkness. The night was as gloomy as her life had been.
Her clothes are ripped, she is bleeding in random places, and she has traces of torture on her entire body, including her mind and emotions.
She has bite marks all over her body, as if some beast or monster tried to satisfy his cravings and needs by devouring her.
None of these were done with her approval. It's evidenced by her tear-stained cheeks, blood-oozing wounds, and clothes dripping and soaked with her blood. She's straining with each step she takes, and the clothes aren't helping circumstances.
Her mind was racing and her legs were giving out, but she kept running because she knew if she stopped, they would destroy her; she would not be left untainted and spotless.
She collapsed while pondering, injuring her already-bleeding wounds and forcing herself to break down a little more.
Her aching body felt a surge of relaxation while lying down, but she tried to get up but gave up.
Even though the street was chilly and rough, little stones poked her skin, unlike her cushy mattress.
Her tired eyes, aching body, frazzled mind, blistering wounds, and parched throat compelled her to surrender.
And her spirit finally surrendered.
The chilly wind whipped at her flesh, molding it and making her shudder.
She could feel her death looming. Her eyes were practically closed, and she reached out her hands to hug death, wanting for it to swallow her whole. She smiled even though she knew it was her last breath and she would die shortly. Her lips couldn't help but curl into an enticing, victorious, yet exhausted smile.
You might think of her as an insane woman or girl, but she isn't; she is smiling because she will die pure; no one was able to ruin her; even though they tried to pry everything from her, she won the battle; they won't be able to; she will die a pure and proud woman.
She felt a water droplet on her body and realized it was pouring, and the rain became heavier. She relaxed while the rain washed her blood-soaked clothes and body, thinking, "Even the clouds are crying."
She was savoring every moment and gently letting go of her breath.
But this was not the end of the story. She blinked her tired eyes open. She sensed footsteps approaching her. She jerked her head in that direction, unable to see anyone clearly due to her hazy vision and the rain.
She struggled to focus her eyesight, and everything became clear enough for her to recognize them as a group of men.
They were getting closer to her, and she was seeking rescue when one of them pointed to her and said, "There she is, that bitch; let's run fast." They were approaching her, and she understood it was those beasts.
They were the creatures she was fleeing-monsters that had tried to take her innocence and destroy her.
Her lifeless body came back to life; the breaths she had stopped taking returned; she stood up with quivering legs and trembling hands.
But this time she didn't flee but rather stood there with fire in her eyes, even though her heart was racing like crazy.
Yes, she was terrified of facing them all alone-four men vs. one girl-but she refused to back down.
The night was freezing, and the rain was making it worse, but she was warm from the fire of rage and vengeance burning in her heart.
The night was so calm that everyone could hear someone's footsteps or even the sound of wind, but no one came out to help her, as if her voice had not reached their ears.
She could think now that her intoxication had worn off.
She searched around, her head heavy, and luckily spotted an iron rod in the debris dumped beside the street.
She has decided to fight back; she is in pain, but no one is helping her, and people have turned their ears deafeningly silent for her.
She moved quickly towards the garbage can, eventually to the iron rod, and lastly to the creatures. She turned around one final time, hoping to find someone by her side. but discovered an empty, rainy street.
With each passing second, they got closer and closer to her.
She marched towards them, her throat dry, her lips shaking, and her palms blood-soaked and trembling.
She was certain that no one would hear her shouts or come to her aid.
In terms of running, how far will she go? She will either be apprehended or die somewhere.
But these devils will stay alive, free, out in the city, haunting other girls and destroying them.
She ran away from them, but not every girl will be able to.
This is what will happen if she gives up.
But if she fights right now, there are more chances for her to kill these monsters; they don't have any weapons, but she has an iron rod and the most powerful weapon, her willpower.
This is it for this one ch. Next ch let's see if she fights or not.
This story is from a girl's POV who regrets not killing her criminals.
I request you all to never sit back in any kind of abuse.
