Chains of Freedom

This is my real life story. The story that shook my belief on the existence of freedom. But I want you all to consider it as an open letter to the society. As my story will make you reconsider the true meaning of freedom. It all happened when Independence day celebration were going on in full swing in my school.

   My name is Manya and I am a student of class 12th of Little Angel school. As a part of celebration, I heard my teachers explain to us how our freedom fighters laid their life and the sacrifices that were made so that we could enjoy the power of liberation. After a few cultural programmes school authorities decided to call it a day and we all told to return home. 

   It was already dark and I was trodding back home. After getting down the bus I walked on the usual route to my home. As I took few steps ahead I noticed a middle aged lady who was dressed in a tri colour saree and was holding our national flag and a box of sweets. As soon as her eyes turned towards me she smiled lovingly at me. She was a beautiful lady and I was mesmerized by her charm and grace.

She said with a sweet smile, "Happy Independence day child! May God bless you!

I wished her the same. Then I smiled back and walked ahead on my way. 

She called me back and said in a voice laced in motherly affection, "Have some sweets my dear! I made them myself for kids like you.

I couldn't say no to her request made so earnestly. So I took a ladoo from her sweet box and ate it. The very next my head start swirling. 

She asked with concern, "oh,... What happened baby? Let me take you to a doctor!

I somehow managed to say, "No... It's okay... I can...!"

But before I could finish she had already pushed me inside her car parked nearby and her driver was driving the car in a furious frenzy on some unknown desolute road that I never knew existed. I was petrified and was struggling to keep my eyes open. Only at that moment I realised that she had used her charm and made me eat a sweet that was laced with drugs only to stupify me. So that she could have me at her mercy and easily kidnap me. 

I struggled with overpowering unconsciousness and asked her, "Where are you taking me.. you wicked lady?"

A dirty smile appeared on her face and she brought her lips close to my ears

She whispered, "to a wicked doctor uncle... Who is going to give you a few shots...

Then her fingers moved over my skirt and stopped right between my thighs.

And then she whispered again, "you will get his shots right here...Between your legs..!"

The very next moment she started unbuttoning my shirt till my bra was exposed. She took out her phone and took a few pictures of me and sent them to somebody. I was barely conscious then.

I heard her say on the phone, "I have trapped a gorgeous damsel in my net today. She is quite young... Just a school girl... Barely in her late teens... I guess it's her first time...

Then I heard her describe how young and sensuous my private parts are to the man on other end of the phone while he roared with pleasure. 

As she hung up, her car stopped on a dark, lonely road and she got out. I tried to open my eyes and find out where I was but couldn't make out as drugs were taking a toll on my senses. As soon as the lady alighted two men peeped inside the car from either doors to have a closer look at me. One of them roughly garbbed my breasts with his heavy hand and groped them so hard that I made me scream. 

"Aahhhh... Let me go.. pleeeesse !"

He murmured with a dirty smile, "quite hot!"

The other man slipped his fingers inside my panties and rubbed so hard that I cried again.

"No... Please... No... Don't do this to me!"

He took his fingers backed and said, "a fresh one too!"

One of the men took out a syringe filled with some yellow liquid and approached me.

I pushed back and shrieked out of horror, "no... Stay away... Noooo....!

The man said reassuringly, "it's just a sedative baby... It will help you sleep peacefully for next couple of hours ... You must take it and go to sleep... After all we are going to keep you awake all night long...!

Suddenly the other man pounced on me from behind and held me tight. I was overpowered and was unable to mov. So I tried to scream for help!

"Aahhh... somebody help me...pleeease...!"

But the other man kept his heavy hand on my face and gagged me. But I still kept uttering muffled screams.

"Ummm....mmmhhh... Mmmm....!"

But nobody was going to hear in such a deserted place on a thunderous night. They hurried gave me a shot of sedative and I felt drowsy and helpless. One of them jumped inside the car and made me sit on his lap. The other one hopped in and the SUV sped again. As I struggled with overpowering drowsiness, I could feel that man's hand inside my brasserie in whose lap I was sitting. I felt like screaming at his dirty touch on my breasts but the sedative had subdued me. The very next I felt the other man's fingers running wildly between my legs. 

He winked at his partner and said, "she's wet!

They both laughed mockingly at my helplessness. As their mean and monsterous laughter echoed in my ears, my eyelids drooped down and there was darkness all over. 

  I had no idea how many hours had passed when consciousness dawned upon me. I was lying on the king sized bed of a luxurious flat some where. I had no idea where those men brought me while drugs kept me unconscious. When I finally woke up I found that my hands were handcuffed to the bed on either side. A ball gag was stuffed inside my mouth. My legs were spread on either sides of the bed. As the haziness caused by drugs left my senses I realised that they had spread me on the bed with nothing to sheild my modesty. 

I tried to scream and break off but nothing worked out. Soon the two men who had kidnapped me rushed in. This time they were joined by a third man who had a camera in his hand. As I saw them I held my legs close and tried to curl up into a ball to hide my nudity as much it was possible for me in that helpless state. 

At this one of the men flashed a filthy smile and said, "our baby has woken up... It's time to give her shots... between her fair, shapely, sensuous legs, 

He immediately jumped on the bed and pounced upon me, mercilessly parting my legs apart. His eyes gleamed with lust as he peeped in between my widely parted legs. 

I tried to scream and cry as much the mouth gag allowed me and begged for mercy. 

"Nooo ... Oooo.... No...!"

But the very next moment he stabbed his male organ in between my parted legs pierced through me with a deep pain that shattered my sense of freedom and independence. He rocked me on the bed making me believe that I am his slave and he could push himself into me whenever he desired. As he emptied his lust inside me he had already dragged me on verge of fainting. As he pulled back another voice echoed into my ears 

"Babes! Get ready to take yet another round of shots...!"

And then they added, " of course... between your legs! You are going to take these shots for a long... Long time...!"

As I heard yet another round of heinous laughter, I faint on the bed out of both exhaustion and trauma. 

Our freedom has no meaning when school girls as young as Manya are kidnapped and are subjected to atrocious repeated rapes several times a day. Our country is a free country in true sense of meaning if every girl has right of freedom. She is free to lead a life of her choice, to wear whatever she wishes to, to hang out when and where she wants to without having the fear of getting kidnapped and mercilessly raped.