On that pitch black rainy night, there stood a huge villa. But for me, it was a cage where I've felt chained from the past 5 months. Those months were longer than years.
Squatted down, hiding behind the sofas, closer to the wall, I was holding my breath with both my hands on my mouth so that maniac couldn't find me. Tears streaming from my swollen eyes, my body sweating from top to tow, my hands shaking, eyes blinking, heart pounding. With every breath, I was taking, I was feeling like I'd choke on the next.
My eyes widened as I saw him through the small space between the sofas. My gaze fell on his legs, my soul trembled as he began whistling the song like he'd do when he'd go crazy. That whistling sound. It was tearing my soul apart. I knew, if he catches me, it was going to be my worst nightmare come true.
"Sugarpie?" He sang, to which I skipped a heartbeat and let out and audible gasp. That evil song of his was the most poisonous weapon that would bruise my would and my head would feel dizzy.
As he took steps forward m I could see that face of his, those almond shaped, deep eyes behind which, lied his lunatic personality. Looking at him, anyone would easily get deceived by how alluring and eyes pleasing he was to look at. His rose shaped lips, sharp features, his dark, shiny hair and everything about his appearence was undeniably intimidating but also bewitchingly attractive.
But no. His appearence could tell nothing about him. He could put up a charming smile on his face while killing you terribly.
That round silver earring in his right ear dangled as he slowly turned his head to the left, to my right to see behind the drawers. I internally gasped and moved back, hiding my whole body behind the sofas.
"Darling, come out now." He spoke, singing rhythmically."You've gotten too brave, haven't you?"
I pressed my hand more harder on my mouth while tears wouldn't stop flowing down my eyes. I squeezed my eyes, putting my head on my knees.
"Oh C'mon. I'll forgive you for what you did. So, be a good girl now and come out." He slightly clenched his jaw but covered it with a phony smile."Don't make me angry. You know, what happens when I get angry, right?"Singing, he stretched his neck, kept walking slowly looking at every corner.
With my eyes, closed down and head down, I was praying he could never find me. He began whistling the same tune again and that sound was the most traumatizing sound, I don't think I would be able to forget it even if i died.
I covered my both ears with my hands to prevent that sound from entering my head but slowly it got louder and I lifted my head and gasped with my eyes wide opened.
"Bingo!!" He said, squatting at my level and then chuckled evilly.
4 hours ago
I was sitting in that empty room without no windows. Staring at the dim lit lamp dangling on the ceiling, with my back against the wall. Every time he used to go out, he would lock me in that room untill he'd come back.
With a deep sigh, I drifted my gaze to my wrist. It was hurting because of that thick silver chain tied around it. It had been a month, I was wearing that chain for, I could open it if I tried but I was too scared to do that. I was horrified of the conse of when he would find out, I removed the chain.
Lifting my white gown, I stared at those purple scars all over my legs. Those were not only on my legs but my whole body. The bites, the cuts and those fresh finger marks on my throat as he was choking me in the morning because the coffee I made was too hot for him and it burned his tongue. Later. When his anger had subsided, he'd kiss me, bite me but that was even worse than physical torture.
"Why am I so weak?" I softly banged the back of my head against the wall as hot tears streamed down my eyes. I began to cry.
Why?! I screamed in my head while crying. I hate this room. I hate this house. I hate him. I hate his guts. I hate myself. I...
Sobbing, I started banging my chained hand on the floor which was producing the nonresonant sound. I hate this chain.. I was feeling so suffocated that I wanted to die at that point.
Standing up, I began to remove that chain, panting, sobbing. I wanted that thing away from me. I couldn't take it anymore. The chain opened and fell on the ground. I gasped. I was dazed but it wasn't there on my wrist anymore. I touched my wrist with my fingers and gripped it gently.
Just then, the room's door opened. I turned my head around and saw him standing in front of me. My eyes popped out. My heart started pounding. My legs were trembling as I gulped. He gazed down at the chain lying on the ground then drifted his gaze to my hand then to my face as he began walking closer to me.
"Why did you?..." He asked.
"I hated it! I hated it!" I replied, my voice breathy as it echoed. I was sweating and trembling but I don't know where did I get the courage from to say it on his face.
"That was my gift." He spoke."You hate my gift." That edge of annoyance and anger he had in his soft voice, I was well familiar with that. I realised I angered him. I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that.
"You disrespected me by throwing my gift away like that." It was starting already and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't turn back time. I couldn't undo what I just did.
"Cedric... i-i'm sorry" I stammered in fear. "I didn't mean to-" he cut me off by gripping on my nape, pulling me closer to him. His eyes went slightly red as he clenched his jaw.
"But sweetpie, you hurt me."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." I begged, my lips shaking and eyes filled with tears.
"How can I forgive you? You insulted my feelings by throwing away my gift. I should hurt you too, right? So, you don't repeat it again." He said with an evil smirk. I started whimpering.
"No!No!No! Please No! I beg you!" I knew he wasn't going to go easy on me. Specially this time. I kept begging him. I kept crying and screaming as he dragged me to another huge empty room. With all my strength, I tried to pull myself back from that underground pool, shaped like a well.
It was dark and deep from inside. There were no stairs or any way to get out of it. I had fear of water and I didn't know how to swim. He knew that. He knew all my weaknesses and fears. That well looked congested and creepy. I couldn't even look at it. I started feeling dizzy. My heart was beating like a drum as I turned to him.
"Cedric, No! I-I beg you!" I stuttured while crying. He grabbed me by my chin and gave a little peck on my lips. I was scared to death.
"I love you Nora, but you need to learn how to behave." With that, he pushed me down. I screamed as I fell in the wall, floating, deep down. I could see nothing at al I just knew I was deep inside water and out of breathe. I started moving my hands and legs and there were only walls around me. I could hear him dragging a chair closer to the well, whistling.
The sound of the whistling echoed in the room and in the well. I could hear it but my brain was still numb. I was out of breath. I was punching and kicking the walls although I knew it was going to change nothing and in just a few moments, I was going to die. Although he had done a lot but this time he crossed all limits and I still couldn't believe I ended up like that.
I was sure, it was my last time. I was going to die. I couldn't feel my legs and arms now, I was floating under the water and my brain was frozen. My eyes closed.
That mental pain and terror was way more worse than any kind of physical pain.
After a while, I slowly opened my eyes and I saw his face. He was soaked and the water was dripping down from his hair and clothes. I couldn't believe I was alive as I started panting and coughing. I was having difficulty in breathing.
"Now, that's a relief that you're alright." Breathing slowly, I stared at him. I couldn't put up in words how much I hated him. Feeling something on my wrist as I lifted my arm, it was tied up with the same chain. I looked at him, dazed. He stood up, holding the end of the chain in his hand and pulled me up.
"I hope you learned your lesson." He told me.
Few moments later, in his room, I was standing in front of him as he caressed my cheeks, I was numb and deeply shocked to feel anything. Just only a few moments ago, I was facing death and my biggest fear but he was acting like nothing happened as always.
"How many times have I told you to not make me angry and we're good?"
We were never good. He was the most weirdest lunatic, he would get angry at me for breathing loudly. Sometimes he would stay pissed for no reason. Other than that he wouldn't do a single thing normal.
"This looks so pretty on you" he said, lifting the chain, holding it in his hand. "And it makes me happy too, I get so satisfied seeing it. It makes me feel you only belong to me. I can do whatever I want with you and you'll always obey me.
Every word he said was boiling my blood, I had seen, tolerated and heard enough of his bullshit and madness. The chain on my wrist, those memories of him, torturing me from throwing hot coffee on my face to locking me up in a box with rats. Eating my body like an animal he was, giving me scars everywhere because he would enjoy it. Because it would make him feel like he had his stamp on me. That I was his toy.
Everything began flashing before my eyes and that evil smile on his face was lighting up fire in my heart. He had no feelings to realise how wrong had he done and I knew he would never regret anything.
I had always given up in front of him but not today. The chained wrist was suffocatinh my soul. I pulled it back with all my strength. It freed from his strength, my eyes filled with rage. He flinched, looking at me.
"I do not belong to you. You cannot do whatever you want and I will not obey you!" I yelled at him, my voice shaking with anger. He was, for sure, surprised for a moment but then again, there wasn't anything that could leave any effect on him.
He grabbed me by my throat and pushed me against the wall. I could see in his eyes that now he wanted me dead as his fingers sank into the flesh of my neck and it was getting hard for me to breath. My vision went blurry and I could hardly move. Despite being at the edge of the death mountain again, despite being helpless and afraid, I gave my last shot as I kicked him in his balls by my knee. Hissing in pain, he bent down, moving away from me. Coughing and panting, I ran out of the door.
I didn't know how I became so courageous to do that but I wasn't going to stop now. Rushing in the hallway, I stared at the door. I jumped at it and tried opening it but it wouldn't open. There was no lock on it and I was so confused why it wouldn't open. Just then I heard his voice from above.
"Nora, my love" he sang. I gasped and ran behind the sofas to hide.
Back to present
He was sitting in front of me with an evil smirk on his face when he grilled on my hair and pulled me up. I couldn't process anything at that point. I didn't know what I had to do now. He pushed me hard on the sofa and lunged on me.
"If that's how you want it to be then that's how it will be." He spoke, angrily. He locked my legs with his and his hands were gasping at my throat again. I was fighting for every breath. I clawed my fingers at his hands uselessly to stop him but I knew he wouldn't stop.
"From all the girls I brought here, I liked you the most. I like your lips, your eyes, your body. I loved it when you used to cry and beg me to go easy on you." His eyes were wild and red-rimmed.
"But you insulted me and dared to deny my commands!" She said, his voice piercing and his grip on my throat getting tighter. "And now you will join those girls..." He stuck his face closer to my ear." in hell. " With a whisper, he chuckled, choking me to death.
My hands was flying in the air when moving it upfront of my head, it landed on a flower vase. I didn't think twice and grabbed it tightly. With all my strength, I hit on his head with that heavy vase. His head began to bleed and the vase broke into pieces. He freed my throat as he fell on the ground, gripping on his head, groaning in pain.
In a few seconds, he lost his consciousness as the white carpet was coloured by his crimson coloured blood. I was puzzled while breathing rapidly. I couldn't believe, I did it. I didn't know if he died or he was just unconscious but I didn't want to touch him to check.
I was overwhelmed and muddled. I started moving backwards, away from him. I stared at the door. I didn't know how to open it. Then I gazed at the wall in front of me that was made of glass.
I picked up the lamp in my hands and threw it aggressively on the wall. It made a crack there. With that, I grabbed the tool and threw it too, roaring with all my strength. One after another vase and every little thing I could pick up. I broke half of the wall as I bent downm catching for my breath. I slowly took steps forward and condemned to look back.
The rain fell on me as if it wanted to hug me. I wanted to hug it back and I did. A smile grew on my face. It was after months, I smiled again. I began to run through the roads. I looked at the dark sky lights around me, people driving, talking. I heard music, I felt like I was alive again. I didn't realise when I ended up on the road while running. I was on the air with happiness, floating. I was happy and laughing but...
CRASH!!!~
All I could see and hear was bright car lights and multiple horns. A man immediately came out of the car and held me in his embrace. I closed my eyes so the rain could hug me as much as it wanted. I was finally free. Like a bird escaped from the cage, I was free now. I could hear faint voices of the man calling out to me and tapping on me cheeks but I was too tired to respond. I lost my consciousness.
I opened my eyes and was faced with a white ceiling. A faint smell of medicine entered my nostrils as I slowly got up. The moment I got out and looked at my surroundings, I was met with a man, sitting beside my bed. His eyes lit up upon seeing me up and he immediately straightened his back.
"You're awake. How are you feeling now? Do you feel any pain?"
"I...who are you? And where am I?"
"I am Henry. Henry Walker. You crashed onto my car and had were unconscious for 3 days straight." He answered to which my eyes widened.
I was unconscious for 3 days straight? I gasped and my eyes drifted onto the TV that was being played in front. A reporter was talking.
"On saturday morning, the dead body of the notorious serial killer, Cedric Knight was found at his house, dead at spot. The police are investigating the case. Countless pictures of girls who were reported missing by their families were found at his house. 2 dead body remains have been found at the garden and 3 in his basement. There seemed to be another female in her twenties, who is supposedly the victim in the house and signs of her running away have been found. The police are looking for her everywhere and her family who had reported her missing 8 months ago are in search of her. Please inform the northern province police station if you spot her anywhere." The reporter spoke as Nora's picture appeared as the missing victim. The man looked at the Nora in tv and the woman in front of him and gasped. She was Nora but in the picture she looked much more beautiful and healthy whereas now she looked like a dead lifeless person.
Nora smiled while looking at the TV. He is really dead. The monster really died. She survived and is safe now. She can finally live tension free with her family. She missed her mother, her father and her older brother Kevin. She wanted to hug them and reunite as soon as possible. She looked at the man and the man had already understood what she wanted.
"Don't worry. I have already reported you to the police. You're family would be here in no time." He smiled warmly.
