ACRO

Restraint

Gwalior, India.
8 years ago:

You little whore!" screeched her mother.

"You have brought nothing but shame and chaos to this family!"

Samaira scoffed.
"Chaos dwelled in this family ever since you gave birth to me."

"Everyone asked me to put you in an orphanage, nobody wanted another girl!" she screamed, her face scrunched up in an ugly grimace.

"Stop it, that's enough, Meera." said her father, holding her hand in an attempt to calm her down.

Samaira looked up at her, her eyes cold.
"I wish you aborted me."

"Samaira!" shouted Monica and her father.

"I wish it too. You are the punishment for all the sins I committed in my life!" she snarled.

"At least through me, you're getting what you deserve." said Samaira.

Her mother walked towards her, and slapped her across the face.

Samaira's head jerked to the side. She exhaled, turning to glare right into her mother's eyes.
"Hit me one more fucking time."

The angry woman swung her palm towards her face. Samaira instantly grabbed it and twisted her wrist so hard, the crunch of her bones was heard and the woman wailed, loudly.

"Mother!"
Monica ran towards her mother, holding her wrist, now twisted around, and looked at her sister in horror.

"How dare you!" shouted her father, raising his hand to hit Samaira. He stopped, as Samaira looked up at him, her eyes wild in rage. His hand shook as he looked at her, sudden emotion in his eyes.

For the first time, she saw fear in his eyes. Her anger decreased and realisation hit her. She looked at her mother's wrist as Monica stared at her in fear and horror.

"What did you do?" she whispered to herself.

She stepped behind, slowly reaching the exit of the house and running outside. She heard her name called out, but she kept running, till she reached a row house about 15 kilometres away.

She reached the front porch, to be stopped by two men standing at the entry , rifles in their hands.

"Roy, Victor. Let me in." she said, breathlessly.

"Sorry Samira, but we can't let you in whenever you want. Ian isn't here, you'll have to come later." said Victor.

"It's Sa-MA-ira. And I need to see Suresh and his friends."

"We can't let you in. Not even our own, unless they know the password." said Roy.

"Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality." she said.

Both the men, stared at her, their eyebrows raised.
"How do you know the password to OUR mission?"

"I know a lot of things. Move." she said, as she walked in.

She headed to the basement, to see all four of her violators , tied to the chairs they sat on. They had healing scars over them, and fresh wounds. Their clothes were dirty and their hair was a mess.