LA RUMBA POOL PARTY

Chapter 4. Unfortunate girl

December 7th 2019

Saturday Afternoon

2 PM

As Pranitha was moving towards the IP building being confused what to do with her present predicament, the clerk of Neurosurgery Department, Pranav, a middle-aged man in formal wear, with well-groomed hair and neatly trimmed moustache, came across her with a file in his hands. He looked at her sympathetically.

"I feel sorry for you. He is a psycho. He did such cheap things with so many people" The afternoon sun was scotching them with hot winds blowing across their faces. Pranitha held her hands over her forehead to avoid sunlight. "Thanks for the concern." She smiled wryly.

"Don't lose hope. I have an idea. He has a private clinic in Dilshuknagar. Once go and meet personally. Give some 1000 or so and convince him. He will send the attendance. Just money minded"

His words gave her a new hope to her. Her eyes shone bright.

"I sent so many people in that way" Pranav assured with a confident smile. Here it is the address and gave her a visiting card. She wondered why he carried Sridhar’s visiting card.

Saturday Evening

4 PM

Pranitha went to the mentioned address. A gloomy four storied apartment. Clearly as mentioned in the address, his office was in first floor. She clicked the calling bell but none responded. Clock strung 4 pm. Listlessly she turned away as she had to buy some medicines for her mother. The preceding watch man, a lean old man, showed up in time. He obediently greeted her. “I came here for Sridhar Sir.”

“Today, he had his wife’s birthday, so couldn’t make it”

She smiled ruefully. To her relief, the watchman gave her a slip after scribbling something. “Address of his home” To ensure Sridhar’s presence at home, she called to his cell phone, despite her hesitancy to go. After a few rings, a familiar rough voice was heard.

"Sir. I came to your clinic"

He heaved a deep sigh of concern. "You should have told earlier. I didn't come to clinic today"

She hesitated. "Sir I have to go out of station tomorrow. Is it not possible today?"

"As you are asking, I will give you my home address. Just come over there."

“The watch man already gave it to me" She lowered her voice, walked away from the watchman "How much do I have to give?" She asked timidly.

"Don't worry about the money. Come here we will discuss" She sensed something fishy and became more hesitant to go. “I have to send the attendance tomorrow. If you are late, you don't get the attendance in time. You may have to do extension and may get detained for the same reason. Think about your parents.”

Pranitha contemplated for a minute being frightened about any unforeseen incidents. “Okay” She complied hesitantly.

Later Pranitha turned away from the diabolic clinic premises. She looked over shoulder at the clinic name. Probably named after his daughter.

She made a few calls on the roadside and waited impatiently and anxiously. A short and lean man in black tweed suit wearing a helmet with stepped down from his bike and approached her.

"This is what you asked for" He gave a bag to her. “This is the CC camera lens” He showed the bottom side of the bag which showed the reflecting lens. “The moment you go there just keep the bag in a correct place. If anything goes wrong, immediately call me. Remember this is like any other sting operation. If we expose him, this will be a break through for us. There were so many controversies on him in the past but he could easily escape with no strong evidence against him. This time, we will catch him red handed” He assured.

Pranitha nodded with gratitude. She gave a hug and left with the back pack hung over her chest.

The girl reached the mentioned address in time. She could locate a triple storied bungalow with a black and white exterior design, mostly dark flowers from a creeper, giving an eerie appearance to the structure. Is it symbolic to any deeper meaning? What or better say ‘who’ are these withered flowers. Who is the creeper?

A dark SUV was parked in front of the door. Surrounding the bungalow, there was lush garden. She opened the gate, walked in the cobbled path folding her arms. She was wearing same type of black tweed suit which Suchit kept in her bag. TIT was lined sharp pin pointed metals, giving the shirt a dare devil effect. After a minute walk, she finally reached the door and pressed the calling bell. The December month was vivid with the cool winds blowing across her sending chills in her body. She rubbed her hands and folded again before pressing the calling bell. None answered. She waited. She tried to open the door. To her surprise it was unlocked. She slowly stepped inside. The echo of her foot reverberated in the empty house. She took the steep stairs adorned the center of the house, alone gave a gruesome appearance. At the end of the stairs she entered into a dark corridor. The shimmering moon light which aided until now lost with the prevailing darkness. She turned on her torch light and began slowly stepping inside. At the end of the room she found a room left ajar. She peeked inside and groped for the switches. There was king sized bed at the center of the room. The cupboard beside the bed consisted of ropes, whip lash, anal tag, and many other instruments used in bondage. She looked terrified seeing that all. Is he a Sadist?

Suddenly, someone pushed her from behind and threw her on the floor pinned her down under his weight. Before she realised what's happening, he put a chloroform sprayed kerchief over her nose. She lost consciousness.

After a while she woke up. She tried to shout but she felt something solid all inside her mouth with the cheeks aching. She had a craving feeling to remove it out but to her shock, her hands were cuffed the bed pole and the legs were cuffed to the bottom poles on either side. She tried to shout but she was gagged and none responded. She was squirming like a worm. A dark shadow appeared from the entrance. The moon light glittering from the open windows could only show his silhouette. She looked terrified and shrieked.

He ripped of the clothes on her and exposed her lace bras. He ripped them open and began kissing her neck. He turned her over to lie on her stomach and straddled upon her. He pulled her hair with force and hyperextended her neck. She writhed with pain. He unzipped his pant and raped her until she collapsed on her bed.

After a while, he uncuffed her hands and legs. She slowly sat over the side of the bed with her face buried in her hands. She couldn’t digest what happened to her. Gladly her mouth was free of gag but she couldn’t say word. She didn’t even dare to know about the person who raped. It all felt like a horrible nightmare and she wanted to believe it to be that way. Her eyes dried away and mouth quenched with thirst. But she couldn’t feel any of them as the pain deep inside supersedes all others. She dressed back, hobbled down the way. The man removed a CC footage. "If you reveal it to anyone, I will release in the internet" He warned her. She staggered all the way down completely calm. She couldn't dare to reveal it. She felt grateful that he didn't kill her. If there was no recording of her video, he definitely would have killed her to clear the traces of the evidence. At least she thought. Maybe she had to subdue to his demands to his needs. He told from behind. "You should come again a week later." She nodded meekly. "Shall I drop you at home?"

"It's okay. I will go on my own"

"Let's be friends. I need you to be my friend. Let's support each other. All long you comply with my orders, you and your family will be safe. Otherwise you know what happens. This video will be on internet, of course with my face blurred. How can you fight in the court against me? You have neither money nor evidence. Do you really think your mom would bear what happened? Anyways I drop you in my car” The man gave a frowned look. She understood the reality. And reality sucks.

The man dropped her at her Girls’ hostel. She walked past a watch man who greeted. She greeted him curtly with anxiety and hobbled to her room quickly. She turned on the lights. Her mom was asleep on the bed. She went inside her bathroom.

She undressed herself to move under shower to clear away the blood stains over her thighs and flooded away with the gush of water. Later she did first aid to her bruises and scratches. She went into her bedroom, closed her doors and wept all night. Next day she sent her mom to be looked after by her relatives. She knew that her mom would suspect something bad on her face.

And the next few days were quite horrible. She had a terrible pain in lower abdomen. She refrained herself for bland diet as she suffered from constipation and any attempt always associated with unbearable pain with bloody stools.