Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

I snapped my eyes open and blinked multiple times to clear my vision. I saw myself lying on a bed in a disgusting piece of a nightgown, panting. I frantically looked around, and when the flashes of his brutality came, I started trembling. He was a beast, and I served myself to him on a silver platter; my pleas will not melt his heart, and I was not ready to pay the price for his charity. I couldn't let him claim me no matter how much I could console myself. Death was better than getting raped by him.

Death! That was the only solution.

I rushed out of bed, scanning the room for anything that could help me. My gaze fell on the liquor bottles beautifully placed in one of the corners, and that was it. I ran towards the bar counter, grabbing a bottle and throwing it on the floor with force. My body was still trembling, and my breathing was labored. I knew suicide was a sin, and I will never be forgiven after death, but I still chose it than to get raped by a mafia man. The tremor in my body was because of fear, fear of what he could do to me, and the fear of death. I wanted so much to do in life, but at that moment, nothing seemed to be of concern to me. I was sorry for my family. I was leaving them with unanswered questions about my death.

I slumped on the floor around the broken glass, and with a trembling hand, I picked a one with a sharper edge. I wanted to end it quickly. I tested it once on my wrist, and the result was yielding. I placed the shard over the protruding vein on the wrist. I closed my eyes and sucked a shaky deep breath in my final moment. I was about to slit my vein when someone held both my hands from behind with an iron grip.

"What the fuck are you doing?" his raised voice sounded from behind, but I will not be letting of my last chance.

"Let me go," I screamed while prying my hand out of his grip. I had to do it now; either it was now, or I would end up in bed. I struggled between his arms and was pushing the shard with all the force left inside my body; however, I underestimated his flex as the next moment, he twisted my palm hard, making the shard fall on the ground while I screamed in pain. Like a ragged doll, he fisted my hair with his other hand pulling me up from the ground. I held my twisted wrist close to my chest while a sharp pain from the scalp made me close my eyes. The next moment he back slapped me, making me fall on the soft material; I didn't even realize when he dragged me to the bed.

This was my end!

I fell on my face with the impact and didn't bother to move away or raise my head as I knew he would tear my clothes and force himself on me the next moment. I counted the number to distract myself from the fear of his wrath; however, he grabbed my arms and pulled me up. It was then I noticed he was kneeling on the bed, hovering over my half-laid body, and the fury in his black orbs made my shudder run down my spine. I shut my eyes tightly, not able to withstand his glare.

"What were you doing?" he asked, jerking me roughly.

"I..." I don't know how to answer the question. He knew what and why I was doing, and if I admit, he will punish me severely.

"Why?" he asked calmly, still not loosening his hold. I know he was everything but calm.

"Adah," he warned and blurted out, "Please kill me, but I can't do it. Please don't rape me."

I started crying hysterically with my closed eyes and didn't see the expression on his face. Neither he said anything nor made any move. I didn't know how much time passed, but I was exhausted with the crying, and only the sounds of my hiccups were resonating in the room. I was tired, exhausted. I don't know. I should have been scared with him still holding me closer. Was it that I was thinking he had a change of heart, or was it that I felt exhausted after crying out for a long time? I felt something warm against my face and heard a rhythmic sound; a heartbeat.