His Cruel Love

TORCHERED

As the days pass by, he didn't came to see me. It's not like I want him to come but it's just this eerie feeling about this whole situation. I'm left alone in the dark room, with only my thoughts and fears to keep me company. His men take care of me and my personal hygiene. I'm only allowed to walk outside to shower and washroom purposes. they stand outside the door always on guard. I don't have chance to escape. I'm alone in this room with my thoughts.

I like being alone with my thoughts. I wouldn't say I'm a loner since I do have some friends. Not anyone close but yea I can say I know some people and sometimes we hang out together. It's just that I like being alone. It feels safer to know that my thoughts are never going to be known by another human being. I want to keep it that way. My dream is to have enough money to go somewhere far away where nobody knows me. I can truly be whoever I want, do whatever I want and not be noticed by anyone .

I do not wish anything more than a simple life with peace . A cute cat and a small house in a secluded place with glass ceilings with a lake near the house is all I want. I want to dance and sing aloud in the living room while baking cupcakes and playing with my cat. I wish I could fulfil my dreams yet they seem so far away now. It's not even something I can think about now. It feels like my story will end in this s**t hole. There seems to be no way of escaping.

I suddenly stopped breathing.After three days of complete isolation, the sound of footsteps outside my door brings me back to reality. I heard two men talking right outside the door in whispers but due to the silence I could hear them.

Listening intently, I strained to make out their conversation. The first voice spoke, laced with apprehension, "He won't come, right? If he finds us doing this, he will surely kill us."

The second voice, filled with a mix of determination and desperation, replied, "No, he won't. We have to follow the orders from "them". Our lives are on the line. We have to kill her."

My heart pounded in my chest as their words sank in. They were planning to kill me. Panic surged through my veins, and I felt a surge of adrenaline urging me to find a way to escape this horrifying fate

the other man said " I'm scared,Boss told us that man is away for a meeting and won't be back till late night, we have to be quick and careful. if he finds us he will kill us without a doubt"

My heart dropped when I heard the sound of keys jingling, and the door creaked open to reveal two strangers standing before me.the two men entered the room. They were different from the man who had been keeping me captive. These men had a different energy about them, one that carried the weight of their own fears and desperation.

Fear clutched at my throat as they advanced towards me. I was defenseless, trapped within the confines of this dark and oppressive room. I braced myself for the torment that awaited me, knowing that my only chance for survival was to remain strong and resilient.

Who are these people? Where is "he"? The look on their faces revealed their intentions, ones that I desperately prayed for weren't the right guess.they had a smirk on their faces and were looking at me creepily.

Why does it feel like they are here to hurt me and like truly "hurt "me. I have never been so scared of someone in my whole life. Their eyes look empty like they don't care what they do to me.My heart races as I realise that they're not here to rescue me. They're here to torture me.why does my life keeps getting worse.

The first man approached me with a wicked grin on his face. He slowly pulls out a knife from his pocket , looking directly at my eyes for some type of twisted satisfaction. The knife looked really sharp and trembled looking at his face .The man grabbed me by my hair and slowly began to make cuts along my arms and legs. Blood was pouring out of my body so heavily that I thought for a moment I might die today because of some much blood loss.The pain is intense, and I scream out in agony. The pain was unbearable. With each cut I screamed louder .The pain was shooting right out of my arms. They were cruel.

The second man stepped forward, and it took me a minute to understand what he was holding. It was a whip in his hand. My whole body was soaked in my own crimson red blood.My hair was soaked with sweat and my own blood. He starts to lash me with it, the sharp ends cutting into my flesh. the moment the whip touched my back it instantly felt like a third degree burn. He was whipping me again and again at the same place. The pain is unbearable, and I feel as though my body is on fire. My body was giving up.I can't even fight back now.

I try to fight back, to plead with them to stop, but it's no use. They continue to torment me, their laughter ringing in my ears as they inflict more and more pain.these inhumane monsters are brutally killing me and yet the saddest part is I don't even know what I have done to deserve this.

My mind goes back to those green eyes and I wonder if it's him who is doing this. And I know the answer to that.obviously that bastard changed his mind. I remember him telling the guards to keep me alive yet right now his guards are torchering me. He didn't want to get my blood on his hands so he sent his man to do all the dirty work on his behalf. Life is really cruel.

As the torture continues, I feel myself slipping away into a dark abyss. I can't take the pain anymore, and I start to lose consciousness. But even in my delirium, I can feel the pain, the fear, and the overwhelming sense of despair.

Despite the pain, I refused to surrender to despair. I mustered all the strength I had left and fought against the overwhelming odds. But as the assault continued, my vision blurred, and dizziness overcame me. The world spun around me, and I struggled to stay conscious.

I hate myself the most because even in this moment my mind kept going back to those amber eyes. Behind those dark and twisted eyes is there really even a human present?

I slowly started losing my grip on reality and couldn't fight to keep my eyes open anymore. As my eyes were closing ,I saw those mysterious green eyes again, he was at the door . His eyes were dark and red with anger.

With one look at me , he went to take something from his pocket and the last thing I remember was him looking at me with pleading eyes to stay alive and my eyes closed.

" How dare you touch her! I'll destroy anyone who touches what's mine. she is mine. only mine. Mine to touch, Mine to hate. you both will not be alive to see another day" He spoke every word with venom dripping them and then I heard a sound of metal clicking

Then, amidst the chaos and torment, two gunshots pierced the air. The sound reverberated through the room, echoing in my ears. The darkness began to engulf me, and I succumbed to its embrace, losing consciousness .

Finally as darkness engulfed me and death was waiting for me with open arms. I heard angry whispers from a very certain someone of cussing under his breath and my telling me to stay awake. Daring me to fight the darkness.

I have never heard this desperation in anyone's voice ever. Those green eyes only gave me cold and hard words yet now they sound so sweet.

what a shame I won't be able to hear them again!