The Slave

7. Savior in Shadows

Strange thing this hope is,

Comes when no expectations are left,

When life loses the battle,

It comes as the false hope disagreeing the denial!

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Like life plays trick, my mind followed, with small fragments of visions, I saw the darkness fading, fading into visions, they were unclear, unknown before something make sense, vision blur I found the outlines of hands, arms before they came toward me, to grab me, I took a step backward to prevent the touch, but the hand lunged forward.

I blinked again, as a shriek came out of my mouth, my legs staggered, dizziness washed over me like vertigo I took another step back and then I lurched falling backward, the vision cleared a little for a moment and the arm came close, its dark again before I felt something touched me in a manner I felt creepy, I wailed in discomfort but the grip only tightened on my upper arm before another hand found my waist, tears prickled down as I force the bile of disgust it crawled me upon.

I wanted to cry but nothing came out, it was the effect, the effect of drink because it was all I had before this dizziness crashed upon me. The disgusting hand crawled above, savoring my skin through the dress I wore and I flinched at every centimeter it went above.

I blinked again, the constricting throat wanted to wail and put all efforts to do so but it wasn't allowed to me. My vocal cords went numb with shock and hysteria I was facing, it was devastating.

A few more minutes and I felt myself feeling numb, paralyzed, my body lost all the energy to fight, wriggle or even to make an effort to cry. Silent tears escaping my eyes as I was hearing the laughter of victory resonating around.

The disgust and chills to spine awaking the laughter from men, more than one. I heard, soon my body was thrashed, toward the wall, the bounds of disgust left me, I didn't felt the pain since I was numb, paralyzed.

I blinked again, wiping the fragments of darkness from my vision before in dark, the bulb sparked, a shadow appeared. A shadow which was far away but clear and visible to my distraught sight.

I blinked again and it was gone, the place went vacant again in front of my eyes. The spark of hope which I ignited in that moment flew and turned murk, another tear escaped.

I let it, I had no other choice. But to weep, weep and witness my doom, my dignity, my life I don't know what is going to be snatched away from me. I let my soul weep, my heart bleed and my eyes showcase my grief.

I wept softly, to weep hard, I had no energy and my body was betrayed by those poisoned drinks I took.

I blinded again, to remove the dizziness and vague vision from my sight. But no like it was the dizziness that wanted to be my companion while I witness my end.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my back, just above to what people call lower back against my hip bone before I felt warm breath fanning over my sweaty body. My panting accelerated as I sensed alcohol ruling those breaths.

I wanted to scream, weep, fight, hurt and kill but all I could do was to weep silent, let it happen, even without my wish. I had to let this happen. My mind screamed at my body, my heart prayed for a savior, a miracle to save me.