Wither

Captive

"Mama I didn't do it, trust me" I cried.

"Go to your room NOW!" she pointed towards the wooden door that was open wide to my room, the ash gray room with purple effects.

"Why the fuck don't you believe me?" And there it was a sting on my cheek; it was so sudden and harsh that I didn't have time to know what just happened. Instinctively my hand reached towards the burning sensation on my right cheek and tears started to prick my eyes and I ran towards my room.

Just before slamming the door shut I heard my mom say "Don't ever curse in front of me again."

Those days I used to think that a slap could end my world and cause me all the pain. I would feel bad and say rude things about my mom, I wish that at that time I knew what abuse was. My dad had once hit me when I was little and I got sick so after that he never touched me again because he loved me too much and couldn't bear me getting sick. I always used to test his limits, be annoying and shout but he never hit me, he used to be angry, furious yes but he never hit me ever again.

Back in Pakistan a slap wasn't any big deal but rape was. For rape one could get a death sentence and then be devoid of life. In England, however, there is a rule on abuse and rape but what good is this rule when a woman can't stand for her rights because she is being held captive by a man who himself makes rules?

I wish then I knew how the world would be like, how my life would be like then I would've been eady for this hell long before time.

Pain coursed through me due to the hard impact. My cheek was on fire and I'm pretty sure it had a mark on it. I felt warm liquid ooze down my cheek on my bare shoulder blade. And the red roofed the skin that wasn't covered yet.

"C'mon love, now you ready?"

I started to shake my head vigorously, to the point it started to spin and I saw black dots lining my vision. I knew it was wrong to say no but I couldn't bring myself up to say yes, this person was an animal. I should've known better than to say no like seriously when is nature in my favor? No matter how much I try to oppose I'll still end up unconscious and used.

He got hold of my hair and pulled me up from the sitting position I was in. My knees were shaking and I felt my legs go numb when he brought me up to his height. It was painful, unbearably painful, you would think I'll be used to this by now; by this I mean the hair pulling etc, but no if God forbid and you're in my place you'll know just how much it hurts every single time. He threw me across the room rather as far as the chain let me that was holding me hostage by my wrists. It was cutting deep and there were bruises all over my wrist and blood; dry and new.

That was the final straw my body started to go limp and I ended up in his arms, on the bed naked and ready to be abused. My luck that I didn't have to stay awake to see what he will do to me. I'll just have a huge hangover to deal with, bruises to bandage, blood to wash, make-up to do and acting normal. See? Nothing hard. This is my life every single day for the past 11 months.

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So an update after all eh? Actually i had to think hard to write one because trust me i want to make this book good. And also that my life is pretty busy. I do not have the stamina to write really long chapters but i can do this one thing that i'll post short chapters twice a week? works? 

Well i hoe you like it XD

Love,

Rubab