MALAYINA.
May 17th 2018
"Go ahead, baby girl, scream for me." He utters excitedly in my ear.
My cries for help are muffled by his stubby fat hands. Fear, which adheres to my body like a second layer of skin consumes me. It paralyses me into a motionless vessel.
"You are now mine. That sweet little cunt belongs to me." He grunts with excitement as he gropes me roughly through my washed-out jeans. "Gods! I have waited a long time for you to mature, baby girl, so I can claim you. The same way I claimed your mother before I sold her."
I flinch in response to the abrasive friction against my vagina. By closing my eyes, I attempt to focus on my breathing and less on the pain he is inflicting.
"You are as pure as water, and I am looking forward to filling you with my seed. Endlessly, tainting you and binding you to me when you bear my children." He snarls, sucking the bare skin right above my breasts on my chest.
I swallow back the horrifying fear burning the back of my throat, the overwhelming desire to puke engulfs me as he continues to shower me with his stale smoke breath.
This can't be happening!
I want to scream.
I want to fight him.
I want to drive a fucking knife into his beating heart, twisting it as I embed the shining piece of silver deeper into his beating organ.
I want to stand there and listen until his heartbeat slows to a standstill.
My vision starts to cloud by the tears that run down my cheeks, overflowing against the flesh of his hands. His laughter fills the room, it's cruel and deliberate.
"I bet you'll taste sweeter than your whore of a mother."
He steps away, his hand still imprisoning me as it slides from around my mouth to the base of my neck. "Please," I cry. "Don't do this." I don't know why I am wasting my breath. I know he's not going to let me go.
He gets off by taking what is not given to him. The thrill of hearing his victims scream fuels his desire to carry on. He is a preditor and I can't believe I never realised it as I grew up under his roof.
He robbed me of my mother, my father and the life I could have had outside of the putrid little walls in his shitty little house. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man." I spit out with resentment, as the need to tell him how I feel impairs my judgement. "It's no wonder why you have to go around robbing women of their dignity! Your mother should have done us all a favour and swallowed!" I scream as his fingers get lost in my tangled hair, he tightens his grip and yanks my head back. "She must be super proud of the arsehole she raised." I hiss
"My mother didn't survive long enough to see how I turned out, unfortunately for her." He snarls as his upper lip curls. "Just like your whore of mother never got to see how her precious baby girl turned out." He throws me to the ground and I fall on my face, whimpering.
My face pulsates with excruciating pain, and I instantly feel his rough hands pulling at my clothes, eagerly ripping them from my body.
He turns me over, yanking my jeans down over my hips while I reach out and scratch him.
I make an attempt to obtain as much of his DNA as possible under my nails. If today is the last day I live, I want to leave something for the police to work with that will point them in the right direction to apprehend this sicko.
He pries my legs wide open, settling himself between my thighs as he uses his free hand to wriggle his pants down.
He towers over me and I struggle against him. Twisting and turning as I refuse to let him have me without a fight.
I watch with wide eyes as I see someone creep up from him, his finger rests against his lips as he indicates for me to be quiet. He pulls out a piece of wire and wraps it around Blair's neck.
A look of shock clouds his eyes and a pang of satisfaction hits me as I am thankful for witnessing such a sight. He releases me as his hand claws at the wire that sinks into his skin, slicing into it like a pound of soft butter.
"Do it, Mikros (little one), do it now before I slit his fucking throat," Amar growls as he tightens his grip around the piece of wire and his eyes shift to the ground where a hunters knife rests.
I extend my hand and seize the knife, plunging it deep into Blair's chest. His agony-filled sobs fill the room like a symphony, and I reach up, twisting the knife deeper into his heart.
"That's for my mother you piece of shit!!" I yell at him as I watch the life dwindle from his eyes.
Amar yanks him away from me and tosses him aside like a sack of trash. He kneels in front of me, gathers me in his arms, and cradles me against his chest.
"Everything will be OK, mikros." (Little one) As he brushes my hair, he whispers in my ear.
I scream, gripping his arms tightly against my shivering body. "It is over; he can no longer harm you." He says in a soothing tone.
"Thank you!" I weep, "Thank you for saving me." I wipe my eyes against the sleeve of his jacket as my naked body shivers.
He stands, slipping his jacket off as his eyes never leave mine.
BANG! BANG!
Amars face contorts into a shocked expression. He bows his head, patting his body down with his hands and holds them up.
They are stained with his glorious red blood. He carefully turns around and gazes down at Blair, who is armed.
"NO!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I scramble backwards.
Amar collapses to his knees. His left leg hits the ground first before the right one does.
He locks his gaze on me with regret-filled eyes before falling forward.
"Amar, Amar!!" I whimper. "Amar, please get up." I cry.
"Bye, bye." Blair croaks, pointing the gun at my head and he pulls the trigger.