MY KILLER

CHAPTER 12

There are sometimes in life, you regret a good decision you think you made. Sometimes, things don't always go as we please or as we will it.
Life is hard. But it gets worse.

I thought it all.
The bombing, the rape, the deaths, the birth, the imprisonment.
But nothing had prepared me for this new type of pain.
It was different.
It had its own spice, it's own twist.
And it was excruciating in a different way.
All these years, I had had majorly emotional pains. But this one, this one was physical. And it really messed with me.
And trust me, I knew how to hold my pain, but I just couldn't hold this.
Death sometimes, is better than living.
This was a typical example of that.

My hands and legs were tied separately to a machine and if looking from a higher latitude, you would think I was 'X'.

The machine was pulling my hands and legs separately as if to tear me up in pieces.
I would scream so much and when my blood would feel like it would burst out of my body, the machine would stop and it would return me to the normal position. After a while, the machine would be turned on again, and again, more screams, more pains than the last, more headache, more body ache.

I could feel the redness of my face, I could see my red hands and feet and it looked like I was a tomato.
I felt like this was it. This was were my life was going to end.

How could they delegate this kind of punishment for a human being in the 21st century.
This was what they used then, in the days of old, to kill prisoners who had committed the worst crime and traitors.
This was too much, even for me.

On and on they went. Teasing me even with the machine. The people behind it even started to use it as a toy. They'd turn it on for a while and the machine would drag me till I was at my limit, and when my body is almost torn apart, they would then stop the machine.
I swore that if ever I were released from this place, I would get back at them and not just them, everyone who ever did me wrong.
The Sultan was the first on my list.
The bastard didn't know he was making my hatred grow deeper.

Suddenly, it stopped. They had not exerted me enough. I waited for them to continue, but they didn't. Maybe this was a new game.
I waited.
All of a sudden, the huge metal door opened and one of those bastards came in.

"This way My Lady, watch your steps though. This is no place for a Lady such as yourself."

And a lady walked in and took off her black cloak covering her from her hijab to her feet.
My God, she was beautiful.
She was young.
Younger than Lady Ameena.
If I were to predict her age, maybe in her early twenties.
But there was something about her beauty.
It wasn't natural looking.
She looked like she had done a lot of work, maybe a lot of good soaps and creams and makeup. She had applied makeup like she was going for an event.

She was light in complexion, like the common Arabian, only her color was lighter than most. Maybe a little lighter than the Sultan.
That bastard.
She had full lips, full eye brows, high cheekbones and a pointed nose.
Her dress was gorgeous, a pink silky gown that was long to her feet, just before the peach low heels she was on, with a matching hijab.

"Thank you. I'll be out soon. Just make sure no one comes in."

"As you wish My Lady." The man said as he bowed to her before walking out and shutting the door.

It was getting harder to keep my head up high trying to look at her face and so I let my head fall backwards.
She walked proudly towards me and I felt this hostility coming from her.

"So you are her. The tailless worm."

"Well hello to you too. I guess this is the proper way of greeting for people around here."