Ann and I

24.Bound

One nightmare melted into other and my pain turn into sorrow. and then slowly.... I don't know when or how... It started Changing into anger. I stopped crying and pleading. Mercy was perplexed at my stoic acceptance of things but then she too started feeling that I have turned immune to the pain she has been continuously inflicting on me. And if that happens to a sadist, they, I feel grow more morose . She stopped giving me stale bits of food , would check and check my chains. More then often she would hit me time to time and abuse. Sometimes, she would sit in front of me and eat. The aroma would Madden me like a dog but I didn't want to show it to her for her pleasure. I Would mentally close my senses and get back to the lovely time I had with Ronnie in that restaurant. I would imagine myself eating that sandwich again and.... I would remember how Ronnie... Touched my hair.. And her abuses won't matter to me..soon I am going to be free from this hell and drift to my home in the clouds. I would die. She wouldn't torture me after that...
It must have been more then two days. She would allow me washroom for once a day and lock me again. Cursing and kicking. I am waiting for this ordeal to be over. When will this end??? ........days went on...
And one day I dreamt that my grandmother has come to take me. I want to leave. These few months have taken away all my will to live. Not just the shackles that I am kept in but I want to leave this body and die.
" what about Ron And ken??
My inner voice chides me.
" little threads can't hold the ship of misery " I tell myself.... I gotta go this world is not suitable for me.
A shadow towers over me. I have no power to look up. A skinny wrinkled hand reaches my chin an holds my face up to the light. Inspite that I am almost dead, this slimy cold repulsive touch sends shivers down my spine. I try to look. A silhouette, I look close.... Try to focus.. And I am staring into the face of the monster whom I saw eating the Peacock in the graveyard that day. My dying body reacts convulsivly. The staunch of raw meat and blood filled my senses and I retched.
' Run!!!!!! ' my senses are screaming to me...
I try. Gathering my strength and panic, I try to pick my chains and run. The coldness is heavy... I try harder. I have to run.
I hear the leering laughter around me. evil. I hear mercy jeering. I scuttle away from the touch. It's like rotting flesh, it stinks the same. Suddenly, he is... The man from the graveyard.. Is looking at me.. The eyes are slimy and pure evil... Like that of a crocodile.... I screamed in horror .. .. He moves away smiling evil and I try to breathe again... But before I do that, that witch jabs an injection in my arm and I enter the deep gloom falling in the spiral ......
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I open my eyes and for a long time expect to see the haze and possible angels.... after all,I have died so young. But dark gloom and extreme cold are the sensation I am about to feel. If this is hell, it should be warm atleast their source of white fire should be perpetually renewable. After laying for a while with open eyes, I try to get up and realize that my hands are tied up above my head. Tied to the two iron bars. A sense of panic washes over me with a lot of pain..I am still alive and my ordeal is not over. I am on a bed. Covered in sheets. My hair are wet. Cold and damp. A strange clicking sound makes me tilt my already paining neck. A camera. I try to get up. My feet are tied. My heart drops down to the pit of my stomach. I desperately try to move and look around.
" Dear "
A sickly stiking voice hits me in head. I turn my head. The Peacock Eater is standing by my side.I hear my own whimper. It can not be happening to me.
He is holding a candy like thing in his hand and smiling a sleazy, repulsive horrid smile.
" oooooooooo..... Open your mouth and eat thissssss. "
He almost thursts it in my mouth .
I turn my head away but as I look at other side..... I am jolted to see clear shadows of dead. Silent. Red tears in their eyes. Little kids. Young. Teens and smaller. All dead. The victims of this man. Sobbing. All silent. They are standing on the other side of the bed. Looking at me silently. Ragged clothes. Bleeding and mutilated and all are kids....many... Same as ken... I started shivering.
" Eat darling"
He croons again. Almost Brandishing the sticky sweet in front of me.
Suddenly, there is a crash and a glass window comes smashing down. A wild breeze screams and madly shakes the curtains. It's night outside and raining..
And there right there, bleeding and bruised almost a thin whiff of smoke stands the little child. Who holds me the only thing in his dark world.
" Ann. Don't eat it. "
Ken all wet and shivering is standing there. All ashen and white. And blood dripping from his eyes. He is crying. It is the first time. I heard his voice.
" Eat!!!!" the wicked man thrust the thing to my lips.
He is cackling. Excited...

I open my mouth and bit in the sweet .
And I close my eyes.its about time. Let's get it done.
ANnnnnnnnnnnnn. No oooooooooo. ANnnnnnnnnnnnn. No ooooo!!!!!!!!!
I hear Ken screaming. He loves me.

Author's note
A very prosperous new year to all of my readers and friends. Again a heartful thanks for being with me. Add on your prayers with mine to hope a beautiful better future to our kids. Peaceful and Prosperous.
Looking forward to your comments and suggestions. Votes and constructive criticism.
Yours truly
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