Vivid Imagination

Chapter 6 : saviour

The basement was pitch dark save for a single, flickering bulb overhead that cast harsh shadows on the damp concrete floor. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the shallow breaths of the three men tied to chairs, blinking and dazed. They shifted, trying to orient themselves, but their confusion quickly turned to fear as they began to understand where they were- and who was standing before them.

I stayed in the shadows, watching their panic grow. I'd seen it all - every disgusting smirk, every filthy hand reaching for her,. The memory boiled inside me. They had dared to touch what was mine, to even look at her with those vile eyes. I gripped the knife in my hand, feeling the metal press against my palm as i restrained myself from ending them here and now. But I knew...... If sarswati ever found out, she'd look at me differently, for her, i had to control this- yet standing here with these men tied up before me, that restraint was slipped.

"Who... Who are you?"one of them stammered,hint of desperation in his voice.

The one who'd laughed at her touched her arm as though he owned her sneered "you've got no ides who we are, buddy! Let us go right now,...."

I stepped forward,the light catching the edge of my face. His voice faltered, his bravado dying as he met my eyes. I could see the recognition settling in, as with it, fear.

"Or what?" I drawled, voice low and taunting. " You'll tell your father how you had 'fun' tonight? How you put your hands on her and walked away unscathed" i said sternly with pure venom in my voice, i searched about him and he is not just no-one but one of the rich politicians son but it doesn't stop me from breaking his bones bcoz practically their dads career is nothing without our support. I leaned in, watching as the colour drained from his face, his confidence vanishing.

I held up the knife, letting its gleam catch his gaze. " This hands of yours", i said, voice cold as steel, " it's the same one that dared to touch her, isn't it?"

He opened his mouth, shuttering, excuses"I-i didn't mean anything....."

"Didn't mean anything huh?" My laughter was sharp, mocking. I gripped his wrist, pressing the blade against it." Let's see how that feels then...mmm?" In one swift, merciless motion, I sliced across his wrist, hearing the satisfying scream that echoed through the room as his blood pooled onto the floor.

The other two men sat paralyzed, their faces twisted with terror as they watched their friend gasp in pain, struggling against his restraints, I shot them a cold glance " you used her name, laughed at her, threw around insults,you thought no one would see? That no one would care?" I moved to a bazier beside me, where the red hot coals glowed like embers of rage. Picking up a coal with tongs, I approached each of them in turn, saviour their horrified stares.

"Please...no, don't ...." One whimper, his voice breaking.

I pressed the coal against his lips, watching as his skin seared and blistered under the heat. His scream tore through the air, cutting into the silence, but I felt nothing but satisfaction as I moved to the next one reapteing the process until each of their mouth was a twisted mess of charred skin swollen and silent.

Finally, the first man, the one who'd started this,dared to look up to me, his voice a mere whisper. "Who...who are you?"

I stepped fully into the light letting him see the fury written across my face. "Your worst nightmare", i said,my voice low, deadly "The one you should have never crossed."

The fear in their eyes deepened and they finally understood that there was no escaping this. I leaned in close, my tone dropping to a venomous whishper. "Remember this pain, because if you so much as look her way again, it will be nothing compared to what I'll do next time."