At the end of the day, it's just a fiction with some bitter truth reality. From the beginning to this generation rape and kidnapping is a thing that neither we can stop not this fucked up society but we still hope for the best. Every day from every...
He searched almost everywhere but no sign of Harry or Sarah. Mark didn't leave a corner, he ran from place to place in search of his girlfriend but all his efforts were in vain. Now, there was only one place left to be searched "The Museum". Harry owned a museum which was his late father's. It was closed for few days and Mark thought of going there too; he couldn't leave a single place.
Reaching the museum, Mark saw the huge silver door to the museum open. He took small steps inside, it was dark. He turned the flashlight on "Sarah! Harry!" he yelled out both the names several times but it was just his echo which replied every time. All of a sudden something caught his eyes; it was a trail of dried blood on the clear floor. He gulped hard as negative thoughts crept upon him but he shook his head trying to drive them all away. Following the line of blood; it led him to a staircase which seemed to be the way to some underground space.
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"What's this place?" he slowly took steps and by each of his step, darkness and creepiness of the place increased until he saw a yellow dim light in front of a wrought iron door. Opening the door made a creepy creaking sound like those in the haunted films. He walked in just to see Sarah in the most abject form possible. It was clear that she was forced, raped and tortured. Her lifeless body lied there, naked with a knife stabbed on her stomach. And there was Harry who was already about to pass out but still kept drinking. Mark went closer to Sarah and dropped on his knees as tears streamed down his face "Sarah! Baby!" he shook her body "get up; I know nothing happened to you! You-you can't leave me like this! y-you're pranking me right?" He sniffed "I'm not gonna fall for this time" faking a laugh "you cannot leave me!! I said WAKE UP!!" he raised his voice before hitting his hands against the floor and started crying; loud painful sobs could be heard as flashbacks of her smiling, laughing, doing crazy things with him, everything started to appear right in front of his eyes.
Only if he could turn back time now, would everything be alright? Only if he wasn't late that night, would his love be beside him now? He cried heart out. But no matter how much he wished Sarah to come back, she wouldn't she was gone.... Forever. After a while, Mark managed to console himself, he wanted to kill Harry right then and there and maybe he would've already done it if it wasn't for one thing that Sarah once said to him.
"No matter how much wrong a person does to you, do not do the same the same thing to him thinking you would get peace or revenge because you won't. There will be no difference between you and that person"
He knew from somewhere his Sarah was watching him and she would never like him to stoop as low as that jerk. He took Sarah clothes which were ripped off and thrown somewhere in the room and covered her body as much as he could. Tears still didn't stop dropping from his eyes imagining what Sarah had gone through.He called the police for Harry's life was destroyed. He got arrested with a punishment of imprisonment for his whole lifetime, his museum got sued and the news spread all over world. His reputation was tarnished.
