Death of a soul

The second slap was harder…

The faceless monster got the face.

She wanted to cry hard. She wanted to shout but she couldn't… She didn't.

Pinned on the table she looked at the ceiling and craved for an earthquake. But not all wishes come true. She wished for the ceiling to come crashing down and that didn't happen either. The ravaging continued for some more time till she lost her consciousness. She couldn't see beneath the mask.

She did not want to die, so she chose his filthy touch instead of the sharp knife. She lived, her soul died…

It was 3 years back………She was a "rape victim"...the rapist was unidentified and henceforth was another common man...

3 days back-

Like many others marriage was the dream in her eyes too...

His touch made her shivered.

She choked with the force he entered into her.

She wanted to feel ecstatic....but

She suddenly realized why her being a rape victim didn't matter to her husband….

The two slaps on his cheek couldn't erase her pain and trauma….

She knew she had to go...

She cannot live her whole life with her "Rapist"…