The Fairytale I never Dream Of : A Rikara Story [ ✔ ]

Chapter - 6 :

"You scream, you plead, I let my heart bleed, for this is my LOVE, silent tears of BLOOD.

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A stink entered her nostrils. Her guts twisted and tangled, preparing to throw up the little snacks she had.

Her mouth and eyes opened simultaneously and she gagged. But, each and every upchuck came out empty, increasing the twisting in her stomach more.

She gasped and gulped a large amount of air, her eyes so dilated that they would pop out of their sockets anytime, but the strangling pungency cut out even her most primal necessity.

Looking around as a dear caught in headlight, she screamed again.

Skeletons! Skeletons! And skeletons! Everywhere she turned, there was a skeleton, coming closer to her, a pungent rotten smell dissipating from them, engulfing her senses, muffling her cries.

'O-m-k-a-r-a-ji...!!!, Omkaraji!! Please take me out.. I'm afraid of ghosts, please take me out.. Please... Please!!
Omkaraji!!!',
she shrilled at the top of her voice, hoping him to hear, but poor girl didn't know that the basement cellar had soundproof walls, thus, only she could hear her screams.

'Help me! Help! Is anybody out there?? Help me!! I'm stuck!! Help!', she cried until her throat dried, voice stumbled down.

'No! Don't come near me! You are dead, I'm not.' Her voice became almost inaudible, her energy draining out due to the immense pressure her brain got under, 'I know, you can't move, you are dead. I'll not go with you! You all are tricking me, right? I'm not falling for your tricks.. Uh nah.. I'm not falling for your tricks...', she continued to mumble, shaking her head.

But the skeletons didn't seem to budge anytime soon. They continued to surround her, their bony fingers lightly curved, approaching her neck to squeeze the life out of her body.

'I.. I don't wanna die. Please don't kill me! I didn't harm you.. By any means.. Please don't kill me, please..', she continued to swing her head feebly, mumbling incoherently until their fingers were hairlines apart from her neck..

O Death!! Dear Death! Hold me in thou embrace..

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'Dandi! How long is she in there?'

'Around twenty two hours, why?'

'Idiot, tell the maid to give her some water, she may be thirsty now', Omkara was smoothening the surface of a clay model, his hands covered in soft muddy clay, his black glasses hanging at the edge of the bridge of his nose.