his perfect slave

A tear rolled down her eye as she hid her eyes behind the curtain of her hair and the glasses became her hideout once again, raspyness was in the air of her surroundings as she looked around, everything she had ever wanted was falling apart, and yet she was there, feeling helpless. Her nails made a mark on her skin once again, maybe the 7th time on the same night. The weight of the past and present is too much for her shoulders. “Let me bring milk from the market,” she announced to the quietness of the house. She knew both her parents were listening. The way to the market was opposite her house, but she went in the same direction, it was almost eight at night, and the place near the river was cold. She let her heart be content in the peace of the night, her eyes started to water. “Sorry maa, Sorry pui,” She closed her eyes standing on the top of the bridge that always scared her. She was scared of the height of this one, but today she was standing to give away her life to the place that scared her the most. “Forgive me… please,” She whispered to the night. A shiver went down her spine as she looked around, several vehicles passed from the place but none paying heed to the girl who was about to take her life. Taking a step further, she fell into the water. SPLASH!!! The voice of water echoed in the whole space as the struggle to breathe filled her lungs, but she let the water sink as she breathed, felt the world slowly start to disappear, and a smile made its way to her lips. “Now I’ll be free,” was her last thought before she gave in. . “f*****g hell,” Rajbeer murmured the moment he saw a girl slipping into the depths of the water. The tires of his car cried as he stopped the speed with a force that jerked him out of his seat, almost banging his head into the windshield. He stepped out of the car, quick to run to the place where he saw that girl. Looking at the water, he could see she was not fighting. “Hey!” he shouted, but I guess the water had already blocked the girl’s sense of noise. Panic filled his soul as the flash from years ago filled his mind, “not again, not this time,” He said to himself before jumping into the water and looking for her. He was quick to look into the water. She had not drowned yet. Holding her lifeless cold body against his, he moved towards the bank of the river they were on. It was difficult for him as the moon was already in the sky, yet he managed to put her on the soil. She was still breathing but a little too low. “s**t,” he cursed before blowing air into her mouth and pressing her chest. His heart had stopped when her hand slipped from his grip, she was not responding to CPR. “f**k AMAYRA!” He shouted her name before trying once again. This time she coughed and opened her eyes a little as he took a deep breath. “Don’t give up… not yet.” She looked at him with hazy eyes, she was conscious but not fully. Slipping into the darkness, she passed out on him once again. “It's okay butterfly, I got you,” he whispered to her before hearing a few footsteps. “Is she okay?” He asked, looking at her pale face. He nodded, gulping, looking at the girl once again. Rajbeer picked her up in his arms as the three pairs of eyes stared at her. “I went too far,” Daksh whispered. “You had to,“ said the one who never spoke. “Make her parents busy with something for the next 3 hours, and make someone answer her phone,” Daksh spoke, sliding into the driver’s seat. For the next 10 minutes, there were just the whispers of the night and the car that crossed the speed limit of many road safety rules, but that was the last thing Daksh cared about at that moment. Amayra was shivering in Rajbeer’s arms as he tried his best to provide her with his body heat. The car stopped at the mansion and Daksh opened the door for himself before going to Amayra. “Let me,” he said as Rajbeer nodded, giving her to him, and he picked her up in his arms and walked inside the mansion. “Sir,” the doctor who was already waiting there stood up. " Inside in five,” Daksh ordered, his voice strained, making the doctor nod. The door of the master bedroom closed the next second as Daksh placed Amayra on the sofa first. He was quick to take off her wet muddy clothes from her body and slide her into a shirt of his before putting her on the bed. He turned on the heater and covered her with a blanket before taking off his wet shirt. He opened the door and saw the three of them standing on the other side. The doctor moved to check her pulse and was quick to inject her with sedatives. After a few minutes, he looked at the three guys because of whom the girl was in this situation. “The situation is exactly as you wanted, sir. She took this step; she is at breaking point,” the doctor said to Daksh. “Mine or not, she knows how to follow my commands,” he said slowly, getting on his knees as he sat on the floor. “My perfect slave,” he said, kissing her forehead as a tear slipped down his cheek. “She must wake up in an hour,” Rajbeer said to the doctor as he nodded, injecting another liquid into her veins. “She will,” he said before walking out of the room. “She needs to be at her place in the next hour,“ Rajbeer pointed at the time, throwing a hoodie at Daksh. “I know,” he said looking at the beauty unaware of what storm was coming into her life.