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"Now let's start", he spoke, forcing the nail puller into my hand before he tightly held my hand while the other hand held my other hand tightly on the armrest.
"Tie this hand", he ordered the guard standing nearby.
Upon his order, the guard walked towards us before holding onto my left hand before tying it up to the armrest. I struggled to break free from the tight grip, while my eyes shed helpless tears. My inside was shaking imagining the upcoming events, bloody events.
I kept shaking my head helplessly staring at my hand being tied, as I pleaded to Arnav, "Please don't do this. I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Arnav please let me go I c-can't do this please", I wailed but to no avail.
He blankly kept staring at my wrist being held by him, not giving a heed to my pleas.
He was blinded by anger and some pointless jealousy that he was forcing me into something I never imagined to do.
I was already suppressing too much inside and if I do something so cruel to someone who did no wrong to me, I'd go insane remembering my forced cruelty. I might be admitted in an asylum after I commit such a sin.
The basement echoed with my helpless cries but no one paid any heed. It was as if an innocent soul was being burnt in hellfire infront of all the merciless monsters there in hell. I don't consider myself innocent but I wasn't at fault either, right now.
Once my hand was successfully tied up, Arnav put aside the nail puller before gesturing another guard beside us to hand him something.
As the asked object came into my view, cold fear consumed me.
It was a hammer.
Taking the object in his hand, he made me hold it before he wrapped his fingers around my hand to not let me drop the hammer.
"You're moving so much doll. Take this as my pity to let you use the hammer and not the nail puller", he whispered in my ears, sending shivers all over my body.
I shook my head, the painful lump in my throat only let me let out sobs and no words.
He held the victim's left wrist before holding up my hand holding the hammer and throwing a blow on the man's hand.
The man screamed in pain, his painful screams being muffled my the tape on his mouth. But his scream was accompanied by my terrified one. I too screamed in horror watching the man's fingers turn a bit dark.
My eyes were wide as tears flowed freely down my cheeks.
Arnav made me throw another blow on the man's hand followed by several other blows before his nails were broken, skin ripped off as blood oozed out.
All the while I kept crying shaking my head but he kept making me hit a man with whom I didn't bear any animosity. My throat ached because of crying my heart out because of fear, trauma and guilt.
