The love in war

Chapter 20

FLASHBACK

The smell of liquor filled the air as they all looked at me with l**t. Deep down I could feel my heart beating in all the wrong places and began doubting if I only had one heart pumping blood to my body organs. But I couldn't shoe my fear, it'll make them feel superior and give them the pleasure of seeing a lady at their Beck and call. That was not going to be me. Was he really going to let them have me? And just like that? So easily? I didn't even know who or why I was wishing for this sudden emergence of a hero, I never did that because I never had a hero. I don't even know who my father is. I never hoped for a hero no matter how bad things became for me. One of them who seemed to be the leader walked towards me with each step it felt as though he was undressing me, with a glass of what I presumed to be whisky and a dirty grin on his lips I didn't want any part of his body touching me either by mistake or on purpose. Kept my eye contact this was not going to be one easy r**e. But was any r**e ever easy? I asked myself. This was not what I had planned, I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I've not really been mean to anybody so why was I the one dealing with bad luck all the time. While I was weeping on the inside I didn't let it show on the outside. If there would be a miracle....God please I'll need it right now.

"You're a feisty one now aren't you" he said In what I guessed to be a western accent. He looked me In the eye and cupped my face. I felt small under his huge palms. Anytime soon now God. I thought in my head. The l**t in his eyes seemed to increase as he looked at me all over again. I realised that my dress wasn't even doing much to help my predicament

"Don't worry I'll treat you right" he said brushing away the dirt on my face. He disgusted me as I angrily spat on his face which should have led to a slap but no.....they all laughed at me like I was a clown In a circus.

"You're confused?" He said bending over to whisper in my ear "you my love....are just the way we like them.... feisty" he said as his breathe hit my face. It was one repungent smell. At those words I hoped for my redemption from this place from anybody at all..... All my hope crashed down and I didn't even know when I started crying as they forcefully put me on a sofa not so far from the floor where I was. They began touching me and I could see their faces. I was in a state of despair and that was when I realised that after this the best plausible thing was to commit suicide....but no. It'll only give them more satisfaction that I'm dead but at the same time my life would never be the same again. I let out horrid screamed of pain and agony and everything in one.

But all of a sudden everywhere was quiet. Despite my want to get free I still didn't dare open my eyes. Until I felt ice on my skin I jerked my eyes open.

"Get up"

Was all he said. But before I could reply he had walked out of the room. There was no dead body so I couldn't say that he had killed them. But then where would the bodies be then? I didn't hear footsteps of anybody moving around. In as much as I was happy I was still scared. What if it was all a plot? And they would pounce on me like hungry tigers the minute I walk out of the room. I quickly changed my clothes and walked out of the room.