𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧~

17• Essence of The Past

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Author's POV
     The thunderstorm roared through the large house, each clap of thunder echoing loudly. Curtains flapped wildly in the wind, and the windows rattled with every gust. The rain, which had started earlier in the evening, returned with a heavy downpour, drumming against the panes. The house was mostly dark, with just a few lights glowing in the hallway and a single light on in the kitchen, where a fifteen-year-old was focused on making brownies.

     Her frustration was evident. She had never put this much effort into her studies, but baking was different. Two batches of brownies had already ended up in the trash, but she was determined to get it right this time. She carefully mixed the ingredients, her lips pressed together in concentration.

     She was alone at the house right now, or that's what she had thought. Dipping her finger into the batter for a taste, she smiled in satisfaction and poured it into the mold, ready to put it into the preheated oven. As she turned around, she let out a scream, dropping the mold. Her hard work spilled onto the floor, but she paid no attention to that.

     Her eyes were fixed on the figure standing before her—he seemed like a monster, and in many ways, he was. "A... aa-aap..." she stuttered, her voice trembling with fear. The man looked at her with a wicked expression and leaned forward. "Yes, sweetheart. Were you expecting someone else?" he sneered, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. The girl recoiled in fear and disgust.

"Ma-mama..." she tried to scream, but her throat felt constricted.

     "What? What are you saying? I can't hear you. Do you want your mama?" he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

     "But your mama isn't home. She won't be back for at least an hour. You and I are alone now, darling, so what do you say—should we have some fun?"

     Fear surged through her like an electric current. She couldn't breathe, tears welled up in her eyes, and her feet felt glued to the floor. Summoning every bit of courage she had, she broke free and ran for her life.

     She dashed upstairs, but in her haste, she tripped on the steps and fell. Before she could rise, she saw him charging toward her, her heart sinking in terror.

     "Aren't you using your legs a bit too much? Let me put them to better use, sweetheart," he growled through gritted teeth. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her to her feet and dragged her toward her own room.

"Please, let me go. It hurts," she sobbed, her voice cracking as she tried to ease the pain.

     When they reached her room, he threw her onto the bed. She slid back, but he only smirked as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Let me show you heaven tonight," he said, pulling her toward him by the ankles, causing her to scream.

     Hovering over her, he pinned her hands above her head. He bit her cheek, then leaned toward her neck and inhaled deeply.

"Oh, how I've waited for this. How desperately I've wanted to see you like this."

     Sahar struggled, trying to free her legs and wrists from his grasp. Her sobs grew louder. She wished for death instead of suffering the indignity and pain he was about to inflict. She prayed for a miracle to save her from this beast in human form.