I was here to protest not to get tested

Chapter 1

‘We want justice!!! We want justice!!!’

This slogan echoed everywhere. The whole street blocked by crowds of people, mostly people from every college, every university, every other denizen. Those people had placards in one hand, a fist in other, anger brimming in their mind and had the same slogan in their tongue, “We want justice!!!”

The whole climate was a bit gloomy, many people stood at their balconies in order to witness the assemblage mostly with their phones, the police stood at the other end of the barrier trying very hard to stop the rally to proceed but the people at the front tried to get through the barriers applying their full strength, the reporters ready with their camera mans everywhere trying to cover up the live situation.

The actual reason for the exasperation among the crowd was the recent rape case. The rape of a young girl at a deserted alleyway and later on found naked, murdered erroneously by smashing her head with a brick found next to her.

From that colossal crowd I was also one of them, I walked with them at the same pace repeating the slogan. In front of me where cents of people. It was a matter of seconed that I felt somebody grabbed my waist, and before I could react a hand came in front of me and it grabbed my mouth. The grip was so hard that my scream couldn’t even penetrate it. I found I was being pulled backwards away from the crowd, I tried to free myself out from the grip but failed. Then a man came in front of me he wore a blue shirt and his face was wrapped with a cloth, he took hold of my legs and pulled me floated I tried to kick him out but his grip was much stronger that the one who grabbed my mouth.

The rally walked at its own pace and none of them noticed me. I found I was being pulled toward the nearest alleyway but I continued to struggle.

I was unable to understand what was happening to me, the one who gripped my mouth slackened his grip a bit and at that moment I thought I would get a chance of screaming. The moment my vocal cord was almost made the sound my scream was blocked by a cloth those mans stuffed around my mouth , I planned to take aid of my hands but I couldn’t move them for it was tied by a rope as well as my legs. My mind was running at its high pace. I tried to scream but my voice left me but I continue to screech and struggle.

I was so much scared that I hadn’t notice before that they bought me to a dark alleyway, the place was very damp, the alleyway lead to a dead end on my right. Only the source of light was that the opening and from outside that was on my left, the loud synchronizing sound of the protesters. At the entrance of the alleyway stood a black figure putting his back on our side, maybe he was one of them and was gurding whether somebody would come or not.

I noticed something that I haven’t notice before it was some kind of graffiti on the wall in front of me, I couldn’t see the design properly as my eyes were blurred with tears. But I kept on the useless try of shouting.

One of the men came in front of me, he wore a white shirt, had many bracelet on his wrist and a tattoo. He had a tattoo of scorpion on his wrist. He sat in front of me, unwrapped the cloth on his face. He had many cuts on his face, wore surma under his eyes.

Then he shouted, “shut up!!!.”  He had a very harsh voice. I squeaked.
He continued, “shut up you bitch, shut up!!!.”

But I kept on struggling much more. Then he slapped me so hard that from the corner of my eyes blood started coming, the tears escaped my eyes mixed with blood. I fell down on me left. Then he grabbed my hair, I made a high pitched scream, and he pulled me by the tip of my hair.

 He put his figure on his lips and commanded, “shushhhhh!!.” And asked, “ don’t scream you bitch, nobody would hear your little squeaks… so you have come for the protest, huh!... of that girl, right?... hmm so you girls have become so much ‘independent’. That’s what you say right?. Ha!... come on shout now , ‘we want justice!!! We want justice!!!’.” Three of them started laughing.

Then he continued, “ well so lets see , who comes to save you?... hmm. You know what you girls you have become so much brave. You don’t belong here, you guys belong inside the house, doing all the chores, taking care of your kids and family. That’s is what your place.”
He took a long pause and continued, “ well you know what, its time for all of you to know where you belong, hmm.”

 Hearing his words made my fear to dissolve to anger. I knew I couldn’t run from them but all I could do was to sit and delay them as long as I could. He smirked and he put his finger on my face, I tried to get over him but I couldn’t,

Then he said, “ you are much beautiful then her, our previous victim.”  He continued flowing his finger on my face.

 The rally beside us started their protest at a much more higher range.

He asked, “ lets see how much you can scream, that’s the chance we always give to all of the girls,”

He loosed the cloth on my mouth and the first thing I did was that I spit on him. He didn’t reacted but wiped his face on. He looked at me and grabbed my head and pushed me so hard that I fell on the ground on my left.

Then he started getting closer to me, started touching me, and,and…