Finding Faith

No light in the dark

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Mark and I arrived at the gate of
his incredibly huge mansion. The landscaping was exquisite with red and pink flowers on huge trees.

In the middle was a tiled walkway to the entrance of the house which was lined with tall palm trees. There were beautiful angel fountains on both sides of the garden. I couldn't help but gawk at the it.

All this time, Mark never bothered to say anything. Rather he had a rather serious look on his face as he led me into the house.

No one would expect that a house this big and beautiful on the outside, would be so ugly on the inside.

There was no light since the curtains hung and covered very inch of the window. The poorly lit room looked like one of those creepy ancient rooms you see in movies that have not been touched for centuries. Yes, it was that bad.

The furniture was worn out and had tears and holes in them that seemed created by someone on purpose. There was broken glass on the floor and cobwebs hanging everywhere. The kitchen looked like no one had used it in years.

But there was something that caught my eye. I noticed that there were pictures and photographs everywhere of a beautiful black haired woman and a little girl.

"What happened here?" I gasped.

He didn't answer but walked towards the corridor not even giving me any look.

I shrugged and followed him. We came to a room and he opened it for me. Finally we made eye contact and it scared the hell out of me. His eyes were red, piercing and gruesome.

He was definitely frowning.
" This is where you will sleep" he said in a husky voice.

I widened my eyes and my lips dropped at the sight of the room.

It was dark and filled with cobwebs. Filthy cannot even describe a fraction of what I saw.

"Excuse me?" I asked as I turned to face him.

"Are you deaf? You heard me" he replied sharply and turned to leave.

"Hold up Mr. Tough guy, where will you..." I was silenced by his sudden and powerful grip on my neck. He pushed me and banged my head to the wall and I swore I heard a crack.

I tried to yell but I was slapped before I could say anything. I looked at him shocked and traumatized.

"HOW DARE YOU? DON'T YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT?!.." I tried to reply but only to be rewared with another slap.

"QUIET YOU WITCH! JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MY WIFE, DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN SAY ANYTHING" he ranted into my ear.

I was speechless and I was sobbing so he continued.

"I don't have any relationship with you, as far as I know, you were sold for a price, right?" He said devilishly.

"Do you know what that makes you? A slave"
He rolled the words from his lips and it made my body shudder uncontrollably. Anger and evil was in his eyes  

"I had a wife and a kid and they are gone. I can NEVER love some one else. Especially not a slave. You will only provide my every need and perform your duties. You will not be sassy or act stupid or even lay a finger on me, unless instructed, do you understand?"
He said calmly and firmly as he moved his head so close to my ear.

I nodded slowly as I sobbed.
He then let go of my neck, threw me into the room and walked away, leaving me weeping and crying.

This has been my life for 6 months now. Sometimes I wished I could disappear but he is always there to use me as his punching bag every night. Sometimes he even broke into tears whiles beating me up. Its strange right?

At times he would come home very drunk and give me the worst punishments for simple mistakes. The worst time is when he forced me to cut myself with a knife repeatedly and will pour hot water unto it after I am done. I don't remember how many times I screamed that night, but I collapsed in the end. I woke up the next morning still in shock and fear. I was so scared I jumped at every noise that I heard.

I called my parents many times but they did not answer, not even once. I wanted to scream and beg my mum and dad to take me away from the torture. Soon I found out that they had changed their number.

That alone shattered my being. My only hope was God. I prayed so many times every night for help, even fasted at times, but nothing changed.

By the fourth month, I couldn't cry anymore. I accepted my fate. And realized I was the only child God rejected. I saw no hope in my life, but I never thought of suicide, even though it was tempting. I knew I would go straight to hell if I did. My sorrows became a usual thing and my body got accustomed to the pain. I became numb and I felt nothing inside. My heart was not working. I had lost faith, or had I?

Mark kept to his tortures and I, I was an empty lifeless body.