We had our stories painted with a rainbow. We had our words coated with love and our promises made us hold each other in an eternal bond. We both desired to see the sunrise together kissing the morning sweetness. Craving each other's touch we walked towards our beloved journey. I landed in a situation where I found nothing but pain and doubt. A continuous agitation along with painful memories took up my mind. I looked at him with the same eyes I had before. Nothing changed even after all these days, months, years.
His promises didn't change. His mind didn't ask about his deeds. All we have is a legal paper in between us to carry forward this mess. A mess was created without any reason. A mess based on love, obsession, and power. I had my choice, I had my dreams. All shattered that day I lost a part of me. I accepted his decision to save what I had. As A Result, I lost myself in a dark pool where darkness consumed every ray of my soul.
I chose to take one last chance. A chance to find what is lost. A step to walk towards the only beam of light I saw. I died every day under him in this mansion. Every room had listened to my screams, my painful whimpers. All the floors had at least a drop of my blood to paint them red. Red is the color of love and the color of pain too. I had my words with the same person whom I saw in the mirror. She looked more disheveled now. Protrude collarbone, purple bruises, dark circles below her eyes were the results of his love. The possession he held was the only soul that screamed like anything every day. Every day when he crushed me with his filthy touch, unbearable abuses, I looked around to find a single source to free myself. He didn't allow me to die after so many days. Even my death was held captive in his hand. Wasn't that the same man I denied long back?
I denied every single right as I signed my deal with him. A death wish that never got granted. A life that was never mine. A world that I never wanted. A life that I never dreamt of. I fell on my knees for mercy but received his rejection. Every day, every time I was broken beyond repair. I lost myself again and he won. He won the game, he won me. He possessed my body and killed my soul.
She opened her eyes with difficulty as her entire body was aching beyond anything. All the cuts she had were bleeding and the dressing was not doing much. It was just reminding her about his brutality. She tried to move her body but ended up screaming in pain. A nearby maid named Carla, ran towards her to hold her with care.
"Mam, please rest. Your wounds are still open. The doctor prescribed you a full rest. You need to sleep."
She looked into Carla's eyes. She had more pity than him in her eyes. Carla looked at her situation and helped her a bit to rest her back on the headboard. She put some pressure on her elbows and raised her body with the help of Carla.
"Carla, I want to sleep forever." Her words rang in the room like some painful lullaby. A sob left her mouth making Carla tensed at her position. She didn't move an inch but extended her a glass of water to gulp down some painkillers.
"You are becoming a strong Man."
"Just because I gained my senses early even after his brutal tortures?" Her cracked voice came out like a mocking tone. She laughed with the same pain she held in her soul. Yes. She gained strength with time. She remembered how frequently she used to lose her senses and remain unconscious for more than two or three days. At least her body started accepting every beating, giving her some more strength to get up.
"Mam, everything will be fine." Carla had only one word to say. Though she knew it was a lie, at least that could help her. Once a person loses hope and faith over something, the person dies mentally. Carla was not willing to kill her inner self so early. She knew her Master was a monster but she hoped for the betterment of her Master's wife.
"Why would someone torture his wife so brutally? Doesn't he love his beautiful wife?"
"What are you thinking Carla?" Carla's daze got broken with her words. She looked at her blank eyes to form some sentences.
"Why doesn't he love you, Mam?"
"He does. Doesn't he? Does he?" She asked both the positive and negative questions one after another. What else she could expect from him. What else could she speak in front of the maid who was wondering about the relationship that a couple like them shares. A beautiful bond like marriage turned out to be a deathly deal for her. For him? Did he lose something? Of course not. Why would he? He was always the gainer.
"Why does he keep other girls then?"
"Maybe I am not enough. I never was. I was and I am just a part of his desires." Carla's eyes widened hearing her words. She was new in this mansion. Before her two maids were killed and their bodies were found in pieces because they called the master a monster. When Carla was appointed to this job, she got to know about the fate of the previous maids. Since then she decided to keep her lips sealed. But seeing today's brutality she failed to keep herself silent. She blurted out everything that she was holding for a long.
"Will you help me?" Carla froze at her place hearing what her mom spoke. She found herself standing in the middle of the fire. One imbalanced step and she would be burnt down. Either with guilt for not helping her or by the torturous death her master would give.
"Help... H...help... I mean..." Carla stammered looking with an ajar mouth to gulp down her remaining words.
"Please....."
"Mam... You know....." Carla couldn't finish her words when both of them heard a knock on the door. Carla walked towards the door to open and saw one of the guards standing there. Plodding inside the room he examined her and Carla with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Move her to the secret room. We have a guest here. Boss wants her away from the room."
"But she is injured. Moving her here and there would create more problems." Carla tried to explain the situation.
"Boss won't repeat his words. You need to reach the hall within twenty minutes after shifting her." Saying so the guard left and Carla returned near her bed with a frown. She was frustrated and angry. Shifting an injured person would take more than twenty minutes. Cursing under her breath she walked towards her to help her to get up. She somehow managed to stand on her feet with Carla's help. The moment her feet touched the cold floor a shiver ran through her body. She put some of her body weight on Carla and leaned on her shoulder.
"Carla, help me to escape." A cracked voice came out that made Carla's breath hitch. She looked at her and nodded her head in disapproval. How would she help her to escape?
Both of them moved away from the room and she somehow dragged her body. Walking towards the stairs she limped continuously to cover up the distance. Reaching the secret room Carla pushed the door open and helped her to sit on the bed.
"Won't you help?" She asked again when Carla saw a tear in her own eyes. Her heart cried without her own will. She looked at her miserable state and helped her to wear a jacket to stop her shivering.
"The room will be locked by the guard as I don't have the key. Maybe you have a few minutes to save yourself." Carla didn't wait after finishing her words and almost ran towards the door to leave the room. She was afraid of being tortured. None wants to die as so does she.
She looked around the room and took a deep breath. She knew if she would die succumbing to her injuries, that would be also fine. But no way she would be staying back in the same mansion anymore. She would take this chance to try her luck. The worst had already happened. There is nothing more to come as a disaster. With some clumsy steps, she dragged herself towards the door and peeked outside. The corridor was empty. She didn't know who the guest had arrived but all she knew was that it was her chance to break free.
Limping through the corridor she reached a corner when she heard some footsteps. His men would be coming to check on her. She hid in a corner till the man passed through the area. Without thinking much she grabbed herself to run a bit. All those bandages on her body started to loosen up as she stretched her hands and legs in abrupt motions.
"Few more steps. Don't stop till you reach the exit." A pep talk she gave herself when she finally saw the backdoor. Luckily the guards were busy somewhere else or maybe in welcoming his "Guest." She thanked that unknown person who pushed herself through the partially opened door without making any noise. The path led her to reach outside though she had nothing to leave the mansion. She hid near the garage and looked around for something. She knew how to drive but all the cars were locked and voice-controlled. Leaning on the wall she stabilized her breathing as the pain was increasing with each passing second.
She heard some movements and some exchange of words after a good fifteen minutes. Someone was coming in her direction. Panicking to a certain extent she pressed her hands on her mouth to stop her whimper. She knelt behind a car and waited for the group of people to pass. Four men and their heavy footsteps were heard when she noticed all of them dressed in black. They walked towards the new shining black car that was halted just a few meters away. Two of them got inside that whereas rest two took another car. One among them looked tall and masculine from the back and his voice seemed huskier than anything. They discussed something in a different language which was greek to her. She dared not to step out until both the car started the engine.
She saw her only chance of getting out was about to vanish. Even though she was eagerly waiting to get away from this mess, her fear was not allowing her to run for help. What if those men turned out to be the same as her tormentor? What if they were nothing but some monsters like her own husband. She was thinking to at least beg for once to help her out from there. But the moment all of their figures came to her notice, she felt the same amount of fear and negative vibes that she used to get from her husband. They looked similar even though a part of her heart was ready to ask for help.
As soon as she heard the roaring sound she peeped through the corner of the car behind which she was hiding. Both the cars were moving forward when the first one stopped. Three to four seconds passed as her breath hitched and she pushed herself back in her position hiding her petite. Closing her eyes she inhaled sharply to soothe the burning pain of her body.
The fainted noise poured another bucket of water into her plan. Neither she gained the courage to ask for help nor could she manage something. Still, hope was left in her. She pulled herself up on her feet to run away following the path. It seemed like the gate was still open.
The moment she was about to take her first step someone wrapped his arms around her making her gasp. Those strong restraints felt nothing but some burning shackles around her body. As her body pressed against his broad one, a deadly whisper reached her ears. Her face lost all colors when she heard the most dreadful statement.
"Why so hurry Sweetheart?"
Carlos "Greta, we have already discussed that. No more comments on that." "He made a fool out of you. Why can't you understand that?" "Don't try to push me, Greta." "Carlos, why don't you trust me?" I asked myself whether I heard her right or not. My little fuck toy was asking something which never came between us. Being a Mafia trusting someone is foolishness. Especially when the opposite belongs to another mobster's family. She is no saint. She always wanted her stepbrother as my right in command and I knew that. But I didn't expect her to come up with allegations on my current selected one.
"I can't do this. I am not confident." "Oh, come on. We are already halfway done. Remember once you believe you can, you have already done it." How those small exchanges of words used to make me happy in the past days. I wonder how drastically everything changed just with a piece of paper that sealed my fate with him. I dared to leave something that was already inflicted on me. I dared to step out of the boundary that was drawn with a warning. Wasn't it awful? Our needs, our choice of living life, all piled up to a never-ending mismatch stack. Every time one item is pulled out, I bleed, I cry, I whisper to myself to diminish the differences. I agreed to not deny his decision but failed to agree with my own heart. It was marked by one and scratched by one. Above all, I
"Roses are red, the sky is blue; Let me tell you, what a shit are you?" "How are you, man? Hope you are enjoying your time seamlessly." I cut the call immediately after finishing off my words. I know he must be sleeping or f**king some new whores. But what I wanted was something else. Never in my dreams, I thought David would be the mole inside my team. We both started together under Marcos Rodriguez. We both made the best out of ourselves. Drugs, weapons, legal or illegal business, piracy nothing was left to be touched by us. We made the gold out of everything but what I missed was his intention. Marcos chose me as the head of the command when he retired and thus David's vision changed. He co
"There would be someone who would break those shackles to free you from your miseries." I ranted those words for two days when Martha told me so. She was taking care of my newly opened wounds after David's departure. Every time she used to come here in my room, I used to be found lying in a fetal position on the floor. One day I woke up hearing a loud shriek. Tiptoeing I came out of my room though I was banned from coming out from my luxurious cage. The sound was loud and I found similarities with Martha's tone. With my wobbling legs, I reached the stairs to peep down. My blood froze once my vision stabilized on the situation as my brain interpreted the matter. Martha's wrist was cut and she was crying beyond imagination. He was laughing looking at her blood and tears. I
"What to do with this corpse?" "Burn it. And for the rest just cut them into pieces before serving it to the sharks." Carlos laughed at his idea as he walked towards his car followed by Anthony. None of them utter a single word in the entire ride. The entire gang arrived back in the mansion with a smile of triumph. It was almost morning when they had arrived as they attacked David's mansion at midnight. Documents were taken back to Carlos's study. Drugs and weapons were kept at their respective places. Anthony didn't need any training or schedule to understand their operations. He stood there like a robot for his orders. The moment he arrived here he stood a bit away from the main gang. Even though Carlos was busy instructing his men, his eyes didn't fail to notice his actions.
All the stars in the sky would dance with us. The spring in our life would never fade away. We would rise every day to welcome what is there for us. We would fall for each other every day without fail. I looked around the arena once my eyes fluttered open. It was the same as David's cell where he used to keep after our marriage till I lost my voice after screaming for days. Eventually, I used to gain consciousness just to lose again because of his lethal behavior. Nothing changed except my captor. "Are all of them the same? Do they all vow to kill someone? Why did David leave me?" He captured me imposing his love but left exposing me to the world full of wolves. I wished to live but learned to change my views on the way of living life.
Carlos was standing outside the room where Inaya was kept. Anthony was standing beside him motionlessly when a tap on his shoulder made him return to his presence. "What's your point?" Carlos asked him to pass him a fresh cigar which Anthony rejected politely. "Regarding?" "Inaya." "Oh, David's wife." Anthony turned his face to look at Carlos. He was not happy hearing the word David's wife. For sure that one tagline was enough to turn Carlos into a new beast to lash out his anger on her. Even though the traitor was David, Anthony didn't dare to ask for his mercy, at least for Inaya. "I mean
"So the bitch is now staying in his house?" "Yes, Mam." "Now I understand why he stopped me from coming back to his mansion." Greta disconnected the call and took her car key. Her brother was sitting in the hall while cleaning one of his guns. "Going to beat the shit out of her?" Martin, who was Greta's older brother, asked his angry sister. "Mind your own business, Martin. It's been a week and you still haven't got David's place. What more do you want? I made that plan and exposed David's marriage with a hope of seeing you as Right In Command." Greta huffed finishing her long-term st