Thralled

Chapter 4

"No!" I screamed as I cover myself to him.

Hardin, the name that I kept trying to forget in my entire life.

He was smoking when he walked near me. Ashes was on my hair and body, he made me as his human ashtray.

He grab my hair, pulling me out at the corner where I hid myself. I was crying from the pain of my head, I was in deep pain from my skin burned by the cigarettes.

In a dotted scars, my arms, my hands and legs were so ugly. Marked by each cigarettes burned deeply in my skin. It was scorching. The burning sensation was so agonizing.

All I could do is crying, tormented by the pain and fears.

I pray, I beg and I ask for help. But no one came, no one could ever save me.

I ask God. I asked him to set me free, to end this life so I would never felt like this way again. I asked him to end all my sufferings. But he never listened.

His not real. I just fool myself believing on him.

God is only a name. An expressions, a powerful word that never exist.

I turned to him, I called his name in each breath I could take, but why no one else did came.

A devil laugh cracked, it was Hardin who came holding a batt. Fears runs inside my body then I shivered once I saw what his holding.

I was hoping I'll die this time, I hope this time I could rest in peace.

He was really pleased making my life miserable. And torturing me was never been enough for him.

I can't take it anymore. I can't bear the pain anymore.

I don't want to remember him again. His memories came back like it was happened yesterday.

I was in deep shocked, fainted. I had lose my only strength again when I had remember him. I hope his dead, I said inside my head.

He'll haunt me. He'll kill me. He'll do those things again.

I shivered in fears, pleading. My breathe holds deeply. The memories that came out brought me uneasy. I could felt pain in my scars that never fade, it still hurts me, like a fresh wounds.

"Please.. I will not do it again. Please don't punish me." I said it, screaming. Like how the little girl pleads in front of him, Hardin.

My eyes never stop pooling tears. This guy will torture me again. This guy could be Hardin. Or maybe his working for him.

My heart that never rest from beating rapidly was now in deep tense again. I could not bear to calm my self. I could  not stop the shaking of my hands neither my whole body.

I was lost in awhile facing my memories. I couldn't go back to face what's now. What would happen to me after this.

"Hey... Calm down!"

I heard his voice in a far, though I only sat on his lap. I was locked up on my past, that nightmare was happening again.

He shakes my head and I felt his rough hands touched me, his palm that tries to ease my quivering. It was warmth, electrifying and strange.

The guy who wore the mask take it off. A blue eyes met my eye sight. As I looked at him, I was drowned from the waves of memories of a young man.