Don't Forget Me (Chapter-3)

Sweat and throbbing drench my skin, the surrounding laughter of the boys vibrated in my eardrums, and the flutter of my heart against my chest made me even more miserable. I got up from the settee and examined the living room for an escape plan; my evil boyfriend stood in front of the main door which eliminated my main escape way. I spun around myself to detect a backup path when my eyes met a chamber’s opened door just in face of me. I sprinted to reach the bedroom but end up collapsing and slumped down. Cursing myself for wearing heels, I struggled to get up on my feet, when that pimpled face, Adam, grasped me and pinned me down on the floor. I screamed at the top of my voice, kicking and slapping him.

Troy approached me, lay down on the floor, rubbed my pale cheeks, and put my hair behind my ears. “Where were you going love?” he whispered. “Trying to escape? Forget about it, even God cannot save you from me” he proceeded with his maniac laughter. He sounded like the son of the devil.

“Please leave me! Let me go,” I beseeched.

Troy put a finger on his lips as if determining whether to release me or not. He kept on making his outrageous act before finally opened his mouth to announce his decision.

“Beg me to let you go,” he answered

“Please Troy, let me go!” I pleaded with tears

“Fine! Adam get off her!” he instructed.

Adam gazed at Troy with bewilderment and disappointment then obeyed like a pup. Both relieved and gratified, I got up from the floor However, my freedom expired just after one step taken. The devil grabbed my hands again.

“Where are you going again, Love? Now you are hurting me because you always try to leave me behind.” he teased

“You just agree to let me go,” I burst

“No love, I told Adam to leave you because you are my girl, I need to rape you first right?” he smirked.

“No! Please, I implore you” I kneeled over my knees in front of his leg.

He kicked me and leaned over my body, his three monstrous friends came to help him by seizing my hands and feet. Unable to move, I heard the tearing of fabrics and I stared with horror at Troy. He threw away my tore red dress. Naked and defenceless, I prayed for a miracle to take place.

“Troy...” I was about to solicit him further, but he pressed his hands over my mouth and plunged inside me with force. Tore, ripped and bleeding, I closed my eyes and opened it several times, hoping that this was just a nightmare but it was the mere dark reality. I was in agony, screaming and pleading all the time but nobody heard me, nobody saved me. Once his lust satisfied, he gestured to Christian to free my right arm, I thought the nightmare was over but I was dead wrong. The worst was yet to come. His gesture only meant that it was now the turn of Christian to abuse me. They raped me one after another, did everything they wanted to do with me along with their insults. The torture ended after one long hour, they freed my hands and feet, but their fingers’ marked, stamped on my body. I wanted to run away again, but I was so torn inside that walking was impossible. I dragged myself on the floor to flee away. Seeing my pain, they laughed even more. My agony enjoyed them.

“Lisa baby! You want to leave again?” the devil asked by grabbing my hands again.

“I want to go home,” I pleaded

“How can I let you go? I have a career you know, letting you go will wreck everything,”

“What? No please, I will not say a word to anyone,” I tried to persuade him

He pushed a sign, stepped closer with a small dagger in his hand; its bland looks like the sharpest knife. I shook like a leaf on the ground; I was so petrified that I peed on the floor. He hugged me and murmured into my ears, “Goodbye love”, and then his knife met my flesh, soft, plump, and made a satisfying squish as the blade plunged deep enough to make my face changed colour from pale to crimson. He wrenched the blade in his hands and sinking it deeper and deeper each time. My skin tore furthermore, as the knife rotated, the sound of my tissues and nerves being pierced amused him and excited him to stab me even more until I fell down on the floor.

Blood split from my body, nevertheless, I was still alive when I heard Troy ordering his friends to carry me into his car. I was too weak to resist, too miserable, and the game was over, anyway; I lost while the evils won. Unable to open my eyes, I heard the vroomed sound of an engine. They were driving me somewhere; I managed to semi-open my eyes, but obscurity prevented me from identifying where I was, maybe they threw me inside the trunk. They stopped a few miles away, someone opened the trunk, yanked me out and dragged me on the highway to an unknown destination. During the way, things were scratching my skins, maybe branches or thrones. Being conscious and unable to react or to see things were far worse than death.

“Adam, gouge out a hole, large enough to entomb her.” I listened to the voice of the ones that once meant the world to me.

That’s their plan, to bury me alive after using me like a piece of meat. The sound of the shovel while digging the soil pierced through my ears like the echo of death. Today would be my end, deceived by my loved one. Would I ever get justice? Did I deserve this kind of death? It did not take longer than five minutes when a huge arm like those of Christian lifted me up and flung me into a hole which I assumed was my grave.

“Adieu bitch”. Said Christian, he spat his saliva on me and I was unable to defend myself.

Soil covered my body, darkness invaded me, my breath ebbed and my heart gradually stopped pumping blood. I died with unfinished business; by neither getting justice nor having the chance to apologise to both my father and Amanda. Goodbye barbarous world.