Wide-eyed, she awoke with a grimace. Panting, her heart raced into oblivion measured by the steady click of her bed side clock. The blood-clothed organ raced after the second hand. Tick-boom, tick-boom heard in successive melody…The rhythm of a ferocious night. She glanced round, her pupil darting away in the night’s darkness. A spell of silence hung in the air accompanied with a dark sinister cloud…something heavy, something indecipherable... She was afraid to move, scared to even blink. She knew something was lurking quietly in the dark waiting patiently for her to make the first move. She felt the cold chills of the night’s breeze. She shivered, anticipating a beast to jump out from nowhere, just like in those comic books. Impulsively, she drew her long legs upward and folded her knees, her hands crossed over her legs, her knee cap, a chin-rest.
“His huge outstretched arms protect you
Under them you are perfectly safe
His arms fend off all harm
Fear nothing-not wild wolves in the. night,
Not flying arrows in the day
Not disaster that prowls…”
Psalm 91:4-5
The Message
Suddenly, she stopped dead in the tracks of her thoughts. She moved! With quivering lips she realized she had just made the first move…The short hairs on her back stood on alert, her pupils dilated. Every object in the darkly-lit room took the resemblance of a beast. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the moon. But, didn’t she shut the windows? She remembered closing the shutters but then, again, she remembered the cold breeze that walked in not quite long ago.
It was midnight. She heard the chiming clock sing down the stairs, then she heard something else…no…she felt something…it was on her bed... the large hands stopped the voice coming from her throat. Only a croaky sound was expelled.
She became lifeless but just for a moment…just a moment…the moment in which her cloth was ripped off her body, the moment a rough hairy primate’s hand ran the length of her luscious body stopping at ridges and corners. The next moment, blood rushed into her lifeless body. Not with hemoglobin, but this time with adrenalin. Pumping faster than her heart, faster than the tick of the clock, it was coming steadily, in boisterous, bountiful amounts from an elusive but efficient pump filling her, spreading through her veins, all in a second, she could feel the strength swelling in her. The hands clasped her soft, tender, lush gland…making the two firm almonds respond first, they stood filled with bullets with the black little cherry on them pointed and raised in defence about to fire, like an arrow. She discovered it wasn’t a ‘it’ but a ‘he’…her knee moved in swift successive jerk catching the lingering tube between his thigh, already hardened by the flow of hot blood, at pin-point accuracy.
He groaned, took a deep breath but didn’t retreat. Alas!...it wasn’t over. His large legs pinned hers down. He lowered his body…his lower body first…. then the upper body followed…she muffled…no! it couldn’t and wouldn’t happen to her. Presently, she was helpless. In a flash of a mini-second, she remembered all the advise she had received in the first eighteen years of her life. She had preciously guarded the gate to her treasure…she couldn’t lose it to a faceless rapist in the dark. With the iota of the last drop of adrenaline, she fought…he was over-powering her, her legs and hands moving at the same time like a mad prophet filled with the spirit. She had just one chance and she took it. She bit his hands digging her teeth into the thick flesh of his palm seeking his bone, tasting hot blood, biting her gag off, she screamed…
It was too late. She wasn’t silenced by a flinging hand or the landing of a palm on her cheek but by the feeling of a cold, milky thing dripping drop after drop, slowly into Pandora’s box. The veil had been opened. The water-bag has been broken and the hoe had been slammed forcefully into the wet soil and the seed had been sown…slowly but painfully after much hardwork. Her mind became blank, bright flashes of light exploded in her mind. She lost all enthusiasm to fight…it was over…Eli Eli Lema Sabach-thani…the bastard had sown the seed of a bastard into her…she borne the bastard of a faceless bastard…her only weapon left was tears…she heard the still small voice:
“I did not forsake you…you brought this upon yourself. Honor thy father and mother and thy day shall be long. You called yourself a teenager and behaved in the way of the world ignoring my words and living as you wished…not doing my will but doing your will. It isn’t too late to turn back to the way of salvation”
She prayed amidst tears and felt a sort of calmness in her heart…he had achieved his aim and fulfilled his dream and mission…he stroked her name off his list…though he felt he planted his seed, he had lost her soul to the Creator, the next agenda was the girl next door....
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