NAM DEORUM

Chapter 3

Author's note:

So from now on I'll be writing in the third person POV because I feel like I'll have to switch so much between both the POVs that it might get confusing. I want you all to have the perfect views of both their minds and what they are thinking and that's why first person POV was kind of becoming difficult. Again English isn't my first language and I learned it all on my own so if I do make any mistakes please don't mind and correct me right away.

The whole day just went by with customers coming in and going. Manager Steve didn't bother her again and she was thankful for that. She was still a bit shaken up by her panic attack but whenever she thought about a certain stranger her heart felt somewhat at peace, calm. A certain stranger about whom she can't stop thinking. Abraxas, he indeed did have a weird name. Too ancient Samya thought but still a name that leaves you to say it again and again. A name that leaves a mark, perhaps an impression on the other person.

Most cafes in NYC close around 7pm, at most 11pm but as the cafe Samya worked at was the only one in their area, its owner decided to keep it open till 1am. Mostly it isn't busy at all at night after 7pm just 2 or 3 customers here and there for either dine in or take away. It was Samya's late night shift today and she was internally wishing for someone to stay with her since she dreaded being around that oompah loompah alone at night. No one offered to stay this time thinking Sam would as usual but this time Sam had to go too saying he had "personal reasons". He would oftenly leave the cafe in a hurry because of these "reasons, reasons he never told anyone and Steve well didn't do anything about it. Samya was all alone and Steve was in his office, oddly engrossed in his work. She had never seen him focusing on his work so much. Well that was a good thing she can have some time to herself while cleaning without him trying to harass her. It was so common for him to do it when she was alone. She put in her AirPods keeping the volume of music slightly low in order to be aware of her surroundings and started moping. After about an hour she was done moping the floor, cleaning the tables and counter and putting everything in it's right place as well as positioning the chairs. Customers usually tend to not pay any heed to the position of chairs when they leave. She looked at the time and got happy. Just one more hour to go, she thought to herself. Taking the cleaning equipments she went towards the store room to place it. The store was a small room only enough for a person or two to fit in. Dust everywhere and smelling weird that was what their store room was like. Mops, dusting and wash clothes, buckets and gloves hanging. Scrub brushes laid all around. She positioned the mop near other buckets and gloves when a pair of gloves fell down, bending down to take it, all of a sudden she felt a presence behind her. She immediately closed her eyes knowing who it was. She knew it was Steve. She knew it was him standing at the back she could feel his presence. How could she be so unaware of the fact that this was the moment he was waiting for he just wanted me to be distracted by the fact that he was "engrossed" in his work so she let her guard down she thought to herself. Still keeping her eyes closed she turned around and saw Steve who was now standing close, too close to her almost touching her. He had the most wicked of smiles on his face like he just won a lottery. He had already locked the store room door when Samya was too busy thinking about the way their store room looked so unclean and bad. She held her breathe and spoke up looking down "Sir may I help you with something" she asked without stuttering trying to seek strong.
"Samya Samya Samya come on sweetie don't you know what you can help me with. What you can give me. Don't you know what I want. He said rolling a strand of her hair on his finger. She backed away a bit but this time there was no room for her to get away. "You aren't getting away this time you slut, and no one would save you" and just like this he grabbed her from the waist holding her tightly and then again she stood there paralyzed unable to scream, cry or do anything as her trauma started to get triggered again. She knew she couldn't escape, she knew this was the time, she knew what was to come.