The sharp rays of the sun filtered through the high glass window.

Zameer's eyes rolled as his lids opened but squeezed shut back again when his head pounded with pain. The bright sunlight only aggregated his headache. He was lying on his stomach, his back beginning to ache from sleeping in the same position. His entire body was heavy as led. And his head was suffering from the long after effects of a terrible hangover.

Groaning, he flipped on his back and rubbed his eyes and forehead, trying to get the heavy signs of slumber off. As he came to, he noticed that his body felt sore at places. As his hands crept down his face, perhaps in his drowsiness he felt that he must've been imagining it but his face actually stung on the cheeks and chin when his fingers crept on the surface.

Even though his eyes were heavy with sleep and his vision was blurry, but something in him was urging him to wake up. As he looked around, he realised that he was in an unfamiliar room. His arms stretched out to the other side of the bed and it was cold and empty but it was unmade and Zameer knew immediately that he didn't sleep alone.

Strange. He knew that each time he was drunk, he would always end up with a one nightstand. That was the only plausible explanation that his groggy mind could conjure up. But the bed was empty.

Must've left early. He thought and his neck turned to the side only to find that his wallet wasn't there but his left wrist still bore his Rolex. Zameer almost resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Typical. He thought to himself. It always happened like this: he would get up late with a terrible hangover and the hooker for the night would always take off with his wallet and watch. The only thing odd that he found was that his watch still remained behind this time.

Must've been one wild night. He thought to himself as he yawned, stretching his limbs out. He felt refreshed and satisfied. However, his jaw felt strangely discomforted when he yawned as his skin stretched. He rubbed his jaw only to hiss in pain when he felt his jaw sting with burning sensation.

That aroused his first bust of curiosity.

To appease his curiosity, he rubbed his face again and when his skin stung again with that same yet unknown discomfort, he knew that he was fully conscious and his hungover mind wasn't making anything up. Fully awake now, he breathed in deeply and sat upright, his entire body feeling sore and the same stinging pain could be felt in different parts especially his chest. He rubbed his chest. His vision was blurry and when he looked down on his chest; to his astonishment, he found raw streaks on his flesh as if someone had clawed on his chest vigorously.

"What the fuck?" He whispered to himself, feeling his throat thick and heavy while his mouth tasted bitter and foul. He opened and closed his eyes again but he got distracted when his legs moved and that slight movement made him aware that, underneath the cotton sheets, he could feel his skin cool and bare. Lifting up the sheet, he found that his body was stark naked against the cool sheets.

"Must've been one wild night." He murmured to himself. He tried to recall who he brought with him but his mind was blank. He couldn't recall a single thing from last night.

His curiousity led to confusion.

What was going on?

He found himself waking up in an unknown room completely naked. And not only naked but also abused? What was going on?

Fuck. He thought and rubbed his throbbing head. I must've gotten dead drunk again. He thought in dismay. Lately, he realised that he had been so stressed with the whole turn of events that had reduced him to heavy drinking.

Zameer was distroat.

But what happened to his body? This couldn't be from some random hooker. And even if it was a wild night, why would he get stretched and clawed at the front of his body? He tried to think but the headache was preventing him from thinking straight. Or from thinking anything at all.

He was growing vexed by the second. Again he tried to think of what had happened the previous night but the only thing that his mind could register was the headache that was making him feel so miserable and mentally incapacitated.

Slowly, he got up only to stagger on his feet. His head was heavy with a pounding headache but he wanted to know what was going on. Without giving a care, he strode into the bathroom and punched the lights board switches. The room illuminated and Zameer caught his reflection in the huge vanity mirror and he froze in shock.

His eyes widened too much that they might've popped out of their sockets. His breath was caught in his throat as if his lungs had forgotten their primary function.

He had never before been so shocked in his life. He was left utterly speechless and breathless as he looked at the person staring back at him in the mirror.

And for the first time in his life, he could not think of anything. His mind went completely blank and all that he could do was gawk at his reflection.

His pounding headache was all but forgotten.

Zameer saw himself: his eyes assessing his body as his mind tried to come out of the shock.

From his jaw to his neck, there were stretches: on his chest ran long angry red lines. His upper arms also bore those marks. Everywhere, he saw marks and scratches. What could've possibly caused them? He wasn't in any fight last night, was he? No, there was no way that a fight could possibly lead to this.

However, when his eyes travelled down his body, he felt himself go pale and cold when he saw his groin. His penis was covered in something.

Cold shivers raced down his spine and he felt the hair on his back rise up as his body was starting to hype up.

Dread and fear griped his heart and his stalled breath was knocked out of him further.

His stunned mind couldn't process anything.

Zameer had to actually squeeze his eyes shut in order to believe that what he saw just now was just an illusion. But when he opened his eyes again, it was still there. He looked the same. It wasn't an illusion or a trick.

And once that confirmation kicked in, his mind slowly began to formulate certain possibilities.

The shock was so terribly daunting that it left his mind in utter silence. But he needed to know what had happened. He wanted to know what he did or what he went through.

With a shaking hand, he touched the sticky rustic material spread on his skin. And when he withdrew his fingers, he saw it.

Red, rusty and dried out.

Blood.

It was blood.

His heart almost skipped a beat and before he could do anything else, he found himself running back to the bedroom.

It was as if he was on autopilot.

When he got to the foot of the bed, he inspected it closely. And sure enough, he saw what his mind wanted him to see.

On the floor, he saw his clothes lying around and sure enough, there was another set of clothes there except that they belonged to a woman; all torn up and left in shreds. His eyes travelled to the bed and what he saw there, he knew that he would never forget.

The scene that was in front of him, it was beginning to register slowly in his brain and his instincts were shouting at him.

The pillows were on the floor. One of the lamps from the side table on the opposite side of the bed was broken and lying on the corner. The linen was crumpled, the bed sheet torn from the corners of the mattress. His hands went forward to the other side of the bed and removed the white sheets and when his eyes fell to the middle of the bed, he saw it.

Blood.

There were blood stains on the white sheets.

Utter disbelief engulfed him as he stared at the bed with wide eyes. His breathing ceased once again and his mouth went dry. Unconsciously, his feet moved back and retraced their steps backs.

However, when his foot stepped on something soft and flexible, his instincts kicked in but it wasn't enough to keep him balanced and so he found himself falling down on his back.

His head hit the wooden corner of the bed and that was enough to get rid of the shock and let in some clarity as the pain from the impact on his head led the confusion and shock to dissolve.

His eyes redirected and they fell upon a figure hiding under the bed. He looked down to his feet and saw that there was a small foot creeping out from under the bed. And it wasn't just a normal foot; no it bore a dirty sole and bloodied cuts as if it had been running on thorns. The foot was so petite and soft looking that it couldn't be mistaken for anything less then a child's foot. Zameer realised that he had stepped on it that caused him to fall. And the foot was strangely angled from the ankle.

His eyes followed the foot. It was covered in white sheets and belonged to the figure that was lying under the bed.

The figure was balled up in the same sheets that he had found on the bed.

With a racing heart and shaking hands, he pulled the corner of the sheets that effectively hid away the figure and pulled it out from under the bed.

When it out in the daylight, he saw that it was a woman. Her face was hidden away under her wild dark hair. And her hands were clutching the sheet tightly around her body. But he could see her wrists a little and they were dark with huge bruise marks against her pale white skin.

Holding his breath, he carefully removed the hair from her face to get a good look at her.

And as he tocuhed her, some memories began to flash in his mind.

'No no, please stop!'

As if electrocuted, his hand withdrew immediately. He frowned, his shock not allowing him moment to think. What was that? who was screaming that? He didn't recognise the woman at all. But he knew that voice all too well.

Gulping down hard against his dry throat, he willed himself to removed the hair from her face and look at her closely. He needed to see her face.

He needed to know who she was and what she was doing here and what had happened.

Removing the tangled locks from her face, he saw her. And when her features registered in his mind, he felt his chest tighten and his stomach twist painfully.

No. I couldn't have. I wouldn't. I could never......those thoughts ran in his mind as the gravity of the situation settled in and he put two and two together.

Sadia?

The woman was Sadia?

Her face was badly beaten up; her right cheek bruised, her bottom lip cut and her hair wrapped around her head and face in every direction. Her eyes are closed. She was breathing but he couldn't be quite sure.

He didn't dare look away from her face.

And that's when a few remnants of the events of last night began to flood in his head and all the confusion was settled for reality had hit him hard.

Her screams. They echoed in his head his imagines of her crying and pained faced flashed before his eyes.

'No. No no no! Please don't do this?'

She had scratched him and clawed at him when he had gotten on top of her.

'No please!'

And he could remember that all his inhibitions were out.

'You're mine. Only mine!...'

Sadia's crying face flashed before his eyes. And that was the last thing he could recall.

For a few seconds, he was felt shell shocked, his body under complete lock down and his senses taking charge.

Me....? I....did.....this? He thought as he looked a Sadia.

The shock led to disbelief.

The disbelief led to denial.

But the denial couldn't reject the hard evidences that were present and that led to a sudden gust of disgust and realization in him.

A single tear slipped through his eye as he realised what he had done.

And he couldn't believe it.

But one glance at the tattered woman wrapped in the bed sheets affirmed all his suspicions. His eyes couldn't tear apart from her lips which were bruised, her cheeks which were stained with tears, and the dark marks covering her skin and fingermarks all around her wrists and neck from the Little much that was visible from under the sheet. He knew that what he was dreading had actually come to pass.

Panic exploded in his chest.

His emotions were so overwhelming that they manifested physically and he started to dry heave. He was panting so hard as he crawled back.

He couldn't breath.

He couldn't think.

Only one thing was circulating in his mind.

I.....took her?

His chest further tightened. He couldn't draw in any breath at all.

I r-ra.....

He couldn't even comprehend his thoughts. His eyes started to flow with tears as he realised the severity of his actions.

His stomach knotted and he started to rench out the contents of his empty stomach.

Coughing and panting, he hit his fists on the marble floor and kept his whimpers and cries low and silent as his tear filled eyes looked at Sadia's unconscious face.

There was no denying it. The evidences were on his body.

They bore witness to the atrocity that he had committed.

He raped Sadia.

He forced himself on her.

And that reality complete broke him down. And for the second time in his life, he cried so hard in silence without any reservations.