𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

88. Emotional Breakdown

This story was supposed to be posted on 15 Aug . I'm already guilty of being late so please don't make me more guilty.

What type of independence is it ? A country which has rich history . A country who was ruled by powerful women . A country where majority of citizens worship godesses for their prosperity , wealth , power and Knowledge . Still in that country , every day a girl is raped irrespective of their age .

I still cannot shake away the feeling from me . A doctor who was trained to save lives lost her life inside the same hospital where she had worked past few years .

Everyone . Every fucking one knows the truth still no one is taking any actions. Even the govt. tried to erase evidences by renovating that room .

I never said about any political parties but now I can't stay quite .

What the hell is Mamta Banerjee is doing in her state ? Does she only knows how to let illegal people infiltrate inside this country .

I don't even know how the people of that state electing her .

Rumaisa's POV •••

As I entered the warehouse's tor*ure room , his eyes fell on me and whispered almost pleading "Mujhe maar dalo"

I knew the pain bastard . And I wanted him to feel it .

I settled on the chair which was placed infront of him and crossed one of my leg on another. A smirk automatically crossed my lips as I took in his appearance.

I knowingly asked him with a hint of mock "Itni jaldi ?"

His legs shivered and his already bloodied body trickled with sweat as he struggled to say "Please mujhe maar dalo . Main yeh bardast nahi kar sakta"

I stayed mum looking at his struggle . Although I am not a sadist but watching him in pain gave me peace . His shivered words fell into my ears as music"Please maar dalo mujhe"

A chukle left my lips looking at his writhered condition . With a small smile playing on my lips I stated "Itni jaldi haar maan li tumne toh ."

I mocked him even more "I though tumhe kuch der aur torture karu ."

With my words , his body started reacting. My provoking words made him mad but his limp body didn't supported him .

His body started shivering due to anger , frustration and provocation.

To provoke and ridicule him , I asked "Waise do you want me to throw your body in a land fill or feed them to Scavengers ?"

He tried to raise his hand but failed miserably . So instead he pleaded again "Just kill me please"

I clicked my tongue while mocking him "But I don't want to."

With a playful chukle I muttered "I want to torture some more"

He shook his head painfully denying me .

I flickered my fingers alerting everyone present inside the chamber and announced "Ok . So let's start today's quota ."

And they started their work on him as I didn't wanted to get my hands dirty. So I just enjoyed the free show infront of me.

These days I didn't touched him neither tortured him . Instead I enjoyed him getting the pain from other's hand .

His body was brutually burnt by acid. His fingers were cut , other's nails were ripped apart .