Russian roulette-part 4

She stood blinking at her abductor as he made himself comfortable on the bed. She had never felt so miserable. She could imagine those filthy things that her abused girlfriends had told her. She was going to witness all that for real.  But she still didn’t get the idea about why her captor didn’t sell her unlike other girls.

“ Come closer , girl. You won’t enjoy if you stay there forever.” he cajoled. Nervousness had made her senses weak. “ Bilad’! I don’t have the whole day for all this.” he snapped at her. She rushed to him with moist eyes. She didn’t cry. She had learnt a long time to control her emotions. When she was close enough , he dragged her toward him. “ I was waiting for you for so long.” , he said and pulled her dress off until she lay naked  next to him. She laid like a plank while he explored her body. She didn’t resist with fear of what had happened to the girls who did. There were many instances when a girl resisted, she was abused and beaten up so brutally that it made her vegetable and thrown out to beg on roads.

He was very aggressive on her. The pain was too revolting for her to bear. But she tried her best to bear it.  His every touch disgusted her. The way he had held her hands while he did the nastiest things to her, had borne marks on them. She had lost her chastity to a monster like Boris. This made her feel appalled for rest of her life.

 He finished his fill by dawn. She was tired but she didn’t lie. She walked to the bathroom where she cleansed herself. The water only healed her physical wounds. But her emotional pain was never going to be healed.

 He would come every night for her to induce himself into pleasure gratification. Each night was more torturous than previous for her. She felt impure and dirty. However he would pamper her with expensive gifts and luxurious lifestyle. But these things only reminded her that she was his toy.

As the three years passed by, the painful nights became bearable. She had become his arm candy for all occasions. Boris’s parties were known to be wild and happening. It attracted rich and famous- politician , senators, governors, businessmen , and film stars  from different walks of life. He shared all his girls with his friends. However Inna was his property and he would never share it with anyone.

It was celebration at mansion. Boris was contesting election for the role of Mayor. He had won by few votes against his opponent. Many people irrespective whether they were his friends or enemies had come to be a part of his success. Inna was dressed as usual-pretty and perfect as Boris’s arm candy. She wore blue lace fish cut gown that showed her gorgeous back. She accessorized it with fur coat. She looked taller than Boris though her heels weren’t that long. Her red hair was tied into a bun.

 She looked bored as Boris was busy in conversation with one of bureaucratic. As her eyes gauged at guests at the party, one particular man caught her attention. He looked quite young and suave. But he didn’t fit into the crowd. He had something in his eyes. For the first time, she felt her heart beat shoot. Who was this guy who had bought chill to her spine?

(To be continued)