"You don't know Sheema that wait fortifies its own cost," DSP licking his lips endorsed the desire that rose in him after watching that beautiful girl crying for help.

He was enough desperate, Sheema reckoned.
To strike while the iron is hot, was her distinct tool, "DSP Saheb, she is no match for you, I mean new arrival; a cry baby, so gauche —extremely innocent for everything." She disqualified the girl for his liking.

"Do you know you are augmenting my appetite by illustrating her that way!" His chest inflated.

"DSP Sahab! You are much habitual of our trained beauties, most importantly their next level entertaining skills!"  Sheema smiled lecherously at him, she knew the DSP's elevated longings when it comes to satisfaction.

"So?!" He laid the glass after he downed the content.

"She might irritate you!" Sheema made another stroke in his blaring nerves. "Virgin you know?!"

"Sheema, bestow me the girl!" DSP filled himself another peg. "She is not a one-time thing!" Recalling those trembling cherry lips, he uttered.

Sheema spent a few seconds gawking at him then snickered, "what are you up to, Sahab!"

"Sheema, I want to extract the tiniest joy from life since my wife is away. She has gone to her parents for delivery. After a long span of suffocation, I want to breathe openly," he closed his eyes and put back his head on the sofa, after a minimal pause, opening his reddened eyes, "I need that girl for infinite days! You get my point?"

A wicked smile smeared on her face. "Got it thoroughly, Sahab! Why am I supposed to be here? Definitely, anything  for you!" Sheema used her glib tongue. It was her major polishing gear to make a hole in the client's purse.

"And don't worry about the reward; it will be beyond your imagination." DSP verbalized his determination with a poised gesture.

"That would be incredible kindness of yours, but one request!" She with some difficulty stood up and strolled towards the door, "what's that?" DSP asked only to make Sheema whirl, "no matter what you do with her; but in the end, I want that girl......just alive!" She ground every word and left the room.

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The weather was turning all ferocious, yet hostile. Unruly gusts potent enough to slash everything in the way.
Lightning flared up, followed by monstrous thunder.
The power supply of the farmhouse was declined narrowly after a massive surge of rain.

In one of the rooms in the farmhouse, a poor soul was laying unconscious for more than two hours.

Raucous weather tinkered a vital role in acquiring her receptive back as she started squirming.

Her lids got apart slowly and before she could realize, lightning forked from the clouds only to rumble louder than before.

It was like dozens of transformers have been blasted.

"Allah!" Shriek left her mouth, she tried to sit up but couldn't as her wrists and ankles were tied with a rope. The bed beneath her was rather comfortable on which she was laying like a paralyzed worm.

Giving another hard tug on ropes, her eyes fell over her surroundings. The room was dark to see anything but abrupt thunders and lightning bolts were donating some brightness to that very place.

'How did I get here?' she asked herself. 'What place is this? Why am I here, all tied up?'

To answer those popping questions, her mind drifted to the nearest past.

'I met a high ranked cop then what ensued?'
She vaguely recollected, 'how he was treating me; like some blessing angel? But... but his eyes!
She relied on that cop when he ordered Sheema to let her go with him.

Her eyes were rolling in sockets to recall what just happened then.

'Tina drank me some juice; before I knew it, my head started spinning and the rest I don't remember......'

As she clearly recalled everything, her struggle intensified against ropes other than that tears started their ways down to her cheeks.

Almost half an hour went then suddenly the doorknob twisted; someone entered with his mobile torch on.

The room got brightened.

Abi went numb to see that officer stood tall in front, gaping at her.

He was a moderate looking man with a moderately tall height, in his late 30s. Apart from that, an unusual glint in his eyes was giving him an eerie look.
He was said whiz of the department with wizard-like techniques to tackle the convicts. He was not in Uniform this time but Kurta pajama with rolled-up sleeves.

"S-sir!" Her eyes widened, trembling in her place she sputtered.

A vicious smile crept into the corner of his lips. He without averting his gaze settled the torch on the mantlepiece made of walnut wood.
"The way you call me Sir!" His eyes went concrete dark and the look on his face like he wanted to rend her to bits and play with the chunks.

'He must have taken me here with bad intention' deeming that, her heart sank deep in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't believing that the man in uniform, she trusted, can stoop this low.

"Sir, w-why I'm tied up? I am n-not a criminal!" She spoke with tearful yet hopeful eyes.

He came forward, with the visible triumph both in his walk and face.

She started shivering when he sat near and clasped her arm to undo the knots.
After freeing her hands, his hands skidded down to her ankles.

Her body tensed up...

"Apologies!" Caressing the bruises made by rope, he spewed.

"No!" She tried to snatch her wrist and ankle from his grasp. "Relax!" His voice enough loud to made her still for a second.
She fearfully lifted her teary eyes at him and get intimidated, by his monstrous gaze upon herself.

"For criminals, I have handcuffs and lock up! But militants like you I carry additional ways."
He whispered.

"Mi-li-tant?!" She stumbled on the term.

"Just a single glimpse of yours left my amiable heart and mind  in turmoil; shouldn't be this called militancy?!" He leaned over her. "Through the law, the more heinous the crime, the more severe the punishment."

"Let me go!" She started sobbing, her lips trembling badly.

"Jab Tak mera dil nahi bhar Jata tum yaha se ka nahi ja sakti!"
(You can't go anywhere from here until I am satiated." Hurling the ropes away in the other corner of the room, he growled in a lower note 

Fear was clawing like ants on her body, gouging her throat, suffocating her. “Sir!” she managed to hiss. “Please!"

"Situation is exotic!" He stood up and walked away from the bed, facing the window that was twitching as the rainy wind was splashing against it.

"I liked the way you reached me for help; the time I decided I would take you." He spoke under unknown satisfaction.

She shakily dismounted the bed and then the heavy fall of the skirt landed on the floor. The realization hit her badly, she was clad in a promising bridal dress.

She crushed her lips badly to see herself like this. The helplessness in the form of hot saline started leaking from her eyes.

He turned around and his eyes traveled down at her trembling yet dismal form, "there is no way to escape! Nonetheless, your submission will be in favor of both. By the way, Sheema knows the art to satisfy the client." His eyes were slipping over her bridal like dressed form.

As he stepped forward, Abi squeaked, "don't come near me," she was backing away with unstable feet, "don't you dare to touch me," she spoke through tears.

He smirked, "listen, you tiny whore! You have no particular choice except to splay underneath me."

The unsettling storm was howling outside and chilliness crept into her marrow.

Looking at her deathly pale face, he smiled, "Actually I don't want to rape you, but if you kept playing hide and seek, I would love to rip this blouse!" Signaling at her front, he spoke shamelessly.

She started shaking like an autumn leaf, "For the sake of Almighty! Let me go."  She started crying.

Suddenly with a twitch sound, the room got brightened. Power was restored.

She saw it was a luxurious room one can imagine. Theater like Tv was installed in the southern wall. The DSP has no limits of debauchery as the movable bar cabinet amassed a vast variety of alcohol.  She choked to see a medieval masterpiece in which the woman was nude in bed and the man had a whip in his hand.

"Let‛s get acquainted!" He sauntered towards her, "I like women when they cry, I feel aroused! Same goes for you; when you call me Sir! So please continue! And whatever your name is, I will call you Bushy Bitch! I like subordination. I strongly recommend, in bed, use the word Sir every time you speak! In a coaxing manner." He peeked into the girl's widened eyes, "kesay bolo gi, bol ke dekhao?" He asked obsessively as he was continuously pacing forth in her direction, while she was doing the reverse.

Lunacy flickering in his eyes.

"You are inhuman!" She rasped.

"So I am!" He minimizing the distance, "you still haven't answered my question?"

"You are such an awful stigma attached to the police department. Why don't they hang you? The black sheep inside!" She shrieked with the full out bulge of her throat veins.

His hand flung and landed on her cheek with full might, making her fall on the ground.

She decided not to cry but fight until she dies.

"Speak up, what would you call me?" He grabbed the golden chunks in his fist and pulled her up.

"Speak up you bitch!" He pulled out his service revolver from the waistband and pointed at her forehead.

She saw him, practically foaming at the mouth. It was hard to see his features as his face rippled with rage, hideously deformed.

Her hands were busy doing some business, and he was in his fanatic state unable to assimilate

"Bol Kutiya!" He groaned the words against her ear.

Her thumping heartbeat...her ragged gasps for air.....as his other hand was clenched around her neck.

She tightly closed her eyes, called her Rabb from the core of her heart — recalled all her loved ones, and slowly unrolled the lids.

It was her test, and she needed to pass. To fail meant she was dead- a grizzly death sure to make headlines "a young girl in a bridal dress, found dead in a farmhouse. The body has struggle marks, there are more chances of sexual assault but the final report will be issued after postmortem!"

She shuddered but now it's time to kill or cure!

She gathered up every bit of her courage and smiled at him, "let me speak!" She signaled to remove his hands.

He loosened his grip on her neck, however, the gun was still aimed at.

"Speak!" He howled. "What would you call me?!"

"I will...I will call you..." She started in a low tone, "Kharish wala Kutta!"
(The mange dog)

Screaming at the end, she jerked her hand up at him.
Powder blew and flawlessly dusted his face.

His appalled expression only lasted for a second then he shrieked horribly...

The gun still in his hand and he was madly scraping his face. Powder definitely reached his eyes as he was blindly searching her. Bulldog like howls with dirty vitriols were emitting his mouth.

She involuntarily took steps back. Her breathing heaved but she insulated her palm on her mouth. Tears were gushing like there is no tomorrow.

"Frickin bitch!" He blindly spun and shot multiple fires all around him. She reacted by throwing herself backward and crawled near the bed.

One bullet shot upwards and brought down the chandelier with a crashing of glass and plaster, leaving the DSP prey of it.

His clamor intensified.

She rose up to her feet and ran to the bar cabinet  It started moving as she strolled to the wounded animal whose face red with his own blood. Using her full might she pushed it hard only to plunge it onto the swine of a man with a great clatter.

With one last howl, he fell down with the weight and went unconscious. His face  turned into a splotchy red balloon

By that time she started to hyperventilate. Shooting towards the door, like the monster is behind, she had one aim left. Leave the place as soon as possible.

The farmhouse was not a mansion like huge, running between some passages she was out in portico.

The rain was nonexistent but the cold breeze made her shiver. She sprinted towards the gate, sloshing her feet in the puddles but shortly turned around after making halt in her tracks.

The parked Surf car was the point of her eyes.

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The distance was all that mattered. Windscreen wipers went about their monotonous work.
She herself was clearing the moisture brimming her eyes after every second to see clearly.

'Not every time I am unlucky'
She thought while driving.
Fortunately, the key was hanging in the ignition of Surf.

The highway was silent. Tires were hissing over the smooth tarmac.

She recalled all that happened and pressed her lips to suppress her wails.

"I'm free...I'm free! She felt excited and clenched steering. "Raniya," she mumbled as her eyes fell on the ring she was wearing.

[Just after she consumed the juice, Raniya came up to bid her farewell.

Sheiku was by her side.
He was watchful enough to make this meeting happen.

Raniya gifted her something. It was a ring with a tiny box beside a jewel. "When you feel danger, just open it like this and throw the powder on the face of the man in front," Raniya showed her the small latch of the box and slipped the ring into her finger. "What?" Abi slurred. Drug affected so fast on the girl.

She hugged Aabiii afterward and left the room with tears in her eyes.]

She gave another rub to her eyes while recalling Raniya's noble deed.

Suddenly her system went on red alert as she heard police siren distantly.

'This will be smooth hunt' she looked around hysterically and spun the steering wheel to right. The car swung through a jerk. It leaped over the green belt and landed on the rough path, making her head kissing the car roof. It was quite steeped that she immediately removed the pressure from the paddle but still car was uncontrollably fast. She looked in the rear mirror then turned her head to see at the back. No traces of any car. She bit her lips and without wasting any moment pondering about, she pressed the gas to peddle. The engine roared followed by car screeching. She let out a startled squawk, yanked hard on the handbrake to secure the car on the steep but it worsened the plan. The soil was slimy due to rain making car toppled incredibly as gravity and forces collided. She barely had time to scream before the airbags knocked her back and sideways. The car tumbled over and over before coming to an absolute stop.

Ahh! She whimpered, tried to move but she was pinned by the collapsing roof and the steering column. "Help!"
She cried, "anyone here?" She broke into tears. "get me out of here!" Squealing she wriggled her legs. Feeling a car door under the foot, she kicked it mildly but soon she realized it won't work. Forgetting her feebleness, she started blowing quite hard kicks on the door. The door was stuck but she kept blowing kicks.  Eventually, protesting noisily, it got uprooted from the frame.

She took a prolonged sigh and slid herself out of the car.

It's human instinct that one tries to save his/her life anyways.

She was enough breathless; lying on the ground helplessly as she was thinking over and over why she evacuated herself out of the car, why she wants to be alive, why she wants to live with no entity. The cruel fate has sown thorns in her life. Every single moment is dirtily miserable. "Allah, why didn't you let me die in that disaster, I don't wanna live... I don't want this hell of a life. Ya Rabb e Zuljalal, how far can I survive in this world were there on every corner I'm facing demons." The hot substance was frequently gushing out of her eyes, her throat constricts with thousands of laments, captured inside and there was no way to vent.

Soon a bolt cracked a line ii the sky letting the girl shuddered. She erupted on her elbows, her face turned ghastly pale as unforgiving eddies of violent air were anticipating another ferocious thunderstorm.
Her vulnerability against the mighty nature made her feel to seek a shelter shortly.

She sat up uttering an achy gasp, her eyes widened in search of the remotest shelter.

Even she knew that she wouldn't be able to stand upright but nevertheless, she tried and within a brief second she cheeped and crumbled down; the accident took a toll on her. pursing her lips she gripped her shin in both hands. The pain was gradually getting worse, she frantically turned her head around but the only thing was the car that laid upside down there.

She helplessly gave up the trial, standing was not just possible.

Time wasn't in her favor; the weather was growing horrible over and over. She hastily rose on her elbows and dragged herself in the direction she sought for shelter.

Like wind howls in the desert, strong gusts smashing her, biting at her face and sting her eyes.
"Allah!" She wailed uplifting her face to the sky. A boisterous thunder cowered her in reply and rain started pelting down, soaking all her entire being in no time.

She bent her head to keep out the relentless curtain of rain and forced out her arms to move forward. The pain started throbbing hard in the wounded leg as she drags it harshly on the ground.

Her speed was much like a centipede in molasses but she was moving her limbs continuously that were feeble from too much energy loss.

Clouds rumbled like hundreds of lions up in the sky roaring as if there is no tomorrow.

'If I die here now, in the morning vultures would come and devour me.'

The last thought before she closed the shutters.

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