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Thriller The Story of Meera (Completed)

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Update contains forced incest. Skip the part in green if you are not into it. :D

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Next morning, Adil called Meera and Aryan and asked them to meet him at the Emerald Palace.



“It’s a woman,” Adil said, “…who hired that assassin. He doesn’t know the name though.”



“Sharon,” Aryan said calmly.



Meera looked at Aryan with her eyebrows raised.



“I’m not 100% sure, but that seems like the possibility, you are a threat to her, Meera,” Aryan said, “I have a feeling she is around here somewhere and she is behind this.”



“But Sharon…” Meera said in disbelief, “Would she really want me dead?”



“She conveniently sold you off Meera,” Aryan said with a hint of anger on his face, “And destroyed everything you loved, and now you think she is going to wait around for you to kill her first?”



“Does she have the resources?” Adil asked.



“She used to be a drug peddler,” Aryan said, “It is not impossible that she would have contacts with all sorts of criminals. I’ve asked my men to look for her. She is most likely in Mumbai currently.”



“Send me her picture,” Adil said, “Let me confirm this with that assassin. Also, Aryan, let me know once you find her. She needs to be dealt with.”



“Adil,” Meera said, “I’d like to deal with her myself.”



“Sure,” Adil said, “I’m assigning some men to shadow you and protect you from any attacks till this Sharon character is handled.”



“Thank you,” Meera said, “Adil, there’s something else that I needed your help with. I need someone for a honey trap. There is a guy, and I want to view the contents of his laptop.”



“I have a girl,” Adil said after thinking for a while, “Her name is Alisha. She is good, very good in fact, but not so trustworthy. She’ll do your job alright, but be careful with what you tell her.”



“I will,” Meera said, “Thanks.”



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Later that evening, Meera drove off and parked her car at a secluded spot and she waited for someone.



After some time, an attractive woman got into the passenger’s seat.



“Adil sent me,” she said, “My name is Alisha.”



“Hello Alisha,” Meera said passing a photograph to her.



“Reyansh Samarth,” Meera said, “I need you to find his laptop. I need to access its contents.”



“Sure, I’ll find his device,” Alisha said, “But I may not be able to access it, I am no tech expert.”



“You don’t need to be, just plug this in and make sure the WiFi is on,” Meera said handing over a pen drive to her, “My hacker will take care of it.”



“Sure, anything else?” Alisha asked.



“Do you know how to inject into a vein?” Meera asked.



“Yeah,” Alisha said, “I used to be a junkie, I’ve injected a lot of things into a lot of veins.”



“Good then,” Meera said handing over a vial to her, “Carry this with you. Inject it into his vein only once I give you the nod. I’ll let you know when and where to find this guy. Wait for my call.”



“Sure,” Alisha said, "Anything else?"


"Yeah...uh..." Meera spoke with hesitation, "This guy...he might be a bit of a sadist, there is no telling what he might do, but no matter what happens, keep a low profile and do not alert him, alright?"



"Yeah, I'll handle him," Alisha said, "You got the money?"



Meera nodded and handed over a stack of cash to Alisha. Alisha took the money and left.



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After 3 days, Meera received a phone call.



“We’ve found Sharon, and her two siblings. She had confessed that she was behind the attack on your life,” Adil said on the phone, “I’m sending you the location where my men are holding her. Do with her as you please.”



“Thank you, Adil,” Meera said.



She received the location on her phone. Meera had no second thoughts about what she was about to do.



She drove to the place where Sharon was held. It was an abandoned house in a deserted place. There was no other house nearby, no one who could hear their screams. Meera smiled to herself thinking about her devilish plans.



“Hello Sharon,” Meera said entering the house.



Sharon and her two siblings were on their knees with their hands tied behind their back.



Sharon panicked on seeing Meera. She began to cry bitterly.



“I am sorry Meera,” Sharon begged, “I really don’t know what got into me that night…I needed the money for my family…and I…”



Meera just stared into her eyes without any expression.



“I felt guilty immediately…I even came back for you…I really came back to our apartment…but it was too late, the door was wide open and you were gone, I tried your phone, but it was switched off. I knew they would have taken you…I felt terrible Meera…but there was nothing I could have done…”



“How about returning the precious stuff they were after?” Meera asked with a sarcastic smile, “That didn’t look like a good enough option for you?”



Sharon lowered her gaze. “I am really sorry Meera,” she said



“Let me get this straight,” Meera said, “You were sorry so you wanted me thrown off my balcony?



Sharon was tearful. “My informer told me, that Shakeel’s gang had disappeared. Most likely murdered. No one found the bodies, but I knew they weren’t a factor anymore. So, I thought it was safe to return to Mumbai. I have debts Meera,” Sharon cried, “My mother’s sickness drained all the money I had earned, I was just desperate…and then I saw you at a mall one day, and I knew you would be looking for me…so just wanted to...silence you…I am sorry…”



“Wow,” Meera said sarcastically, “You are such an amazing person Sharon!”



“Please, I am sorry…please don’t hurt my family for what I did…” she begged.



Meera smiled. “Where are your manners, Sharon?” she said calmly, “Why don’t you introduce your family to me?”



“Please Meera,” Sharon begged, “They had nothing to do with what I did, they are innocent…please…”



“So, innocent people, what are your names?” Meera said looking at the twins.



No one responded.



Meera was clearly annoyed and signaled one of the men. He walked up to the girl and held a knife to her throat.



“I am Emily,” the girl said tearfully, “and he is my brother Chris.”



“Good girl,” Meera said, “How old are you both?”



“18,” the girl said.



“Interesting,” Meera said with a smile.



“Leave them alone Meera!” Sharon screamed, “Do whatever the fuck you want to me, but leave my family out of this! They had nothing to do with this!”



“Family…ah yes,” Meera said, “Do you remember I had a family too Sharon?”



“I am really sorry about Kabir,” Sharon said tearfully, “Believe me I really am.”



“You are not sorry Sharon,” Meera said bitterly looking at her siblings, “But you are about to be very sorry.”



“No..please no,” Sharon begged, “Please Meera, they are innocent.”



“It is interesting how people use the word ‘innocent’ as per their own sweet convenience,” Meera said gritting her teeth, “Do you know what happened to your innocent roommate after you threw her to the wolves?”



“I am sorry,” Sharon apologized over and over again.



Meera smiled at her helplessness.



“Here’s the thing, Emily and Chris,” Meera said, “Your elder sister had been one hell of a bitch. I really feel like putting a bullet in her head right now. But I am a very kind hearted person, and I give you once chance to save her miserable life.”



Emily and Chris looked at Meera with hope.



“I need you both to do a small task. It’s not difficult, it’s not violent, it is a task of…love,” Meera said with an evil smile.



“Don’t listen to her!” Sharon screamed, “Don’t do a thing she says!”



“It is up to them to decide Sharon,” Meera said, “Whether they want to save your pathetic life of not. Not that you deserve to be alive after what you did, but I am a very merciful woman, Sharon. I won’t hurt your innocent siblings, and I am willing to spare your life too. Only if they are willing to perform a little act of love.”



“Please…don’t hurt our sister,” Chris said, “We will do as you say.”



“Good,” Meera said, “So strip you sister naked and make love to her.”



“What?!” the twins screamed in horror.



“You heard me,” Meera said with a calm smile, “I want to see you both make love to each other and my men here are going to record it on camera.”



“No..please…” they begged, “Anything but not this!”



“Meera you are a sick fuck!” Sharon screamed.



Meera scoffed. “Look who is talking!” she said. The she looked at one of her men and ordered, “Gag her, she doesn’t need that filthy mouth for a while.”



“Alright both of you,” Meera said, “I’ll give you 5 minutes to decide. If you don’t give me an answer by the end of 5 minutes, we will just shoot the three of you and be done with it.”



Meera just sat back on a chair and watched the misery of the whole family. She could see the conflict going on in the minds of the twins. They were crying helplessly, but they knew that would have to give in to her demand eventually.



At the end of 5 minutes, one of the goons held a gun to Sharon’s head.



“Alright, time’s up!” Meera said.



“No!” Emily screamed, “We will do as you say. But please don’t hurt her.”



Meera nodded at one of the men. He poured some scotch in two glasses and dropped a pill in the glass. “Drink, it will make things easier of you,” Meera said.



The twins slowly gulped down the drink. Meera’s goons arranged a dirty mattress on the floor and set up cameras. By then, the drug had begun to work and the twins could feel their heads spinning. The goons pushed the twins on the mattress and signaled them to start.



“Remember, no crying,” Meera said, “I want the best of your smiles in the video or we’ll keep doing this over and over again.”



The twins just stood in front of the camera not knowing what to do.



“Untie her hair and kiss her neck,” Meera ordered Chris, “And Emily, smile!”



With a shaking hand, Chris undid Emily’s braid letting her long black hair hang down her shoulders. The he started kissing her neck as he was ordered to. Emily tried her best to smile at the camera.



“Now, take off all her clothes one by one till she is naked,” Meera ordered.



Knowing they had no choice, Chris took off her top. Emily let him take it off. The with a trembling hand, he reached for her jeans and pulled it down revealing her panties. Then he reached for her bra clasp and removed her bra. He was looking at his sister’s breasts for the first time. He could feel a tingle in his cock. He then slid down her panties and her shaved pussy and perfect ass came into view. Emily stood completely naked in front of all the people in the room and the ruthless camera recoding her humiliation.



Sharon squirmed and tried to scream through her gag. Meera just smiled as she enjoyed the plight of the family.



“Good, now get a good feel of your sister’s body,” Meera ordered Chris.



Chris touched her shoulders and brought his hand down to her breasts and gently cupped them. The he moved his hands lower and touched her pussy and ass. Emily stood with her head lowered in shame. Tears escaped his eyes and his withdrew his hands.



“Cut it!” Meera said playfully as if she was a porn film director, “What did I tell you? No tears and shame, only smiles and happiness. After all you are saving a life here! Now do it again. Feel you sweet sister’s body Chris, and feel it with some passion. Maybe you guys need more drinks.”



Meera’s men forced the twins to have more drinks. As the twins gulped down the spiked drinks, they became more and more intoxicated.



“Good, start now all over again and remember, smiles and sunshine,” Meera ordered.



Chris ran his hands over Emily’s body once again. He was getting aroused by touching her soft skin. He got behind her and cupped her breasts. Her boobs were just the right size, not too small, not too large, just a handful. With great effort, Emily flashed a bright smile to the camera as her brother squeezed her breasts. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers touched her nipples. She involuntarily began to rub her body against his.



Chris then ran his hands on her waist and cupped her pussy with one hand and grabbed her ass with another. He felt the wetness of her pussy and they both blushed a shade of deep red in embarrassment.



“Good,” Meera said, “Now Emily, strip you brother naked. Chris, keep playing with your sister’s nipples as she removes your clothes. And smile once again both of you.”



Emily unbuttoned her brother’s shirt with trembling hands as he continuously teased her nipples arousing her. She removed his shirt and reached for his jeans. She unbuttoned the jeans and slid the zip down. She pulled the pants down. Everyone in the room could see Chris’s erection tenting through his briefs. Emily pulled it down revealing a decent sized cock.



Now the twins stood naked before everyone in the room. A forced smiled was plastered in their faces.



“Go ahead, Emily, feel your brother’s cock,” Meera said, “I am sure you want to kiss it too.”



Emily understood the order and knelt before her brother. She started gently stroking her brother’s cock and felt it harden more. She started kissing and licking his shaft, but her skin burned in shame.



“Wow, Chris, you are already hard,” Meera said, “Looks like you really what to fuck your sister, don’t you?”



Chris broke down in tears. He was losing the battle against his body arousal reinforced by the drugs.



“Wipe of you fucking tears and look into the camera with a smile, and tell everyone how badly you want to fuck your sister,” Meera growled, “And you, Emily, beg him to fuck you.”



Chris couldn’t stop crying. But the he looked at the man holding a gun to Sharon’s head and wiped his tears. He put on a smile and groped Emily’s breasts and said, “I want to fuck you sister.”



Emily too tried her best to smile and said, “I took want your cock deep inside me brother.”



“Naaa…too plain,” Meera said, “Say it again, with some more…passion. Be more descriptive you know and play with her boobs as you say it.”



Chris understood that Meera wanted to hear a more vulgar remark. Chris grabbed Emily boobs and began to play with her nipples with his thumb. Emily’s breathing became heaving and she moaned. “I want to put my hard cock inside your wet cunt and fuck you like that slut you are sister. You would like that, won’t you? You loved to feel your brother’s cock inside you, don’t you slut?”



Emily grabbed his cock and begged, “Yes, please…fuck me with this, I want you to cum inside me…”



“Nice,” Meera said, “Now make her lie down and have a good look at her holes before you fuck her.”



Chris made Emily lie down and opened her legs. One of the men zoomed the camera on her pussy capturing her engorged clit, and dripping wet pussy. Chris spread apart her pussy lips exposing her holes to the camera. He touched her clitoris and she moaned loudly.



Chris positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed slowly in. One camera captured a close of view of the invasion and another camera captured Emily’s expressions as she felt her brother enter her. Chris was highly aroused and started fucking her right away.



“Wait,” Meera said with a chuckle, “What’s such a hurry to thrust away your cum in her twat?”



Chris blushed and held still with his cock nestled in his sister’s warm pussy. Emily was lying with her legs wide open with her brother’s hard cock deep inside her.



“Play with her nipples as you describe to us how your sister’s pussy feels,” Meera ordered.



“She is..ahh..” Chris struggled to contain his arousal, “warm and tight, and extremely wet, I can feel her pussy gently squeezing my cock, I think her pussy really wants my seed.”



“Your turn, Emily,” Meera said, “Tell everyone how you are feeling.”



“Good…aahh,” she moaned as Chris played with her nipples driving her ecstatic with pleasure, “His cock is so hard…I want to be fucked please.” She began to thrust her hips upwards.



“Fine,” Meera said, “If you both so desperately want to cum in each other, go ahead, and show us how happy you are with your smiles.”



The twins again forced a smile on their faces and started fucking each other. Chris’s cock going in and out of her wet pussy made Emily cum within seconds. She dug her fingernails in his back and heels in his buttocks and she instinctively pulled him closer, wanting him to penetrate deeper. Chris ejaculated deep inside her and fell aside panting due to the most needed release. Once the twins recovered from their orgasms, they sat up, their faces looked miserable in humiliation.



Meera smiled at their plight.



“Party’s not over yet,” she said, “Open your legs, Emily. And you, Chris, play with her clit.”



Emily Opened her legs and everyone could see the trail of cum leaking from her pussy.



“What is that thing coming out of your pussy, Emily?” Meera asked.



“It is my brother’s cum,” Emily said with a forced smile, although her eyes were visibly tearful.



“How did you feel using your sister as you cum dump?” she asked Chris.



“It felt good,” Chris answered with a forced smile.



“Would you both like to do this more often?” Meera asked with a wicked grin.



“Yes,” both of them replied, as they knew that is the answer Meera wants.



“Good,” Meera said, “You can keep fucking each other for the rest of your lives and keep sending us the videos.”



The twins looked nervously at each other.



“What?” Meera said, “Its no big deal, you did it right now and enjoyed it, I am sure you will enjoy it again too. So now I keep my word and I let you both go.”



The twins looked at her with hopeful eyes.



“Of course, I am going to let you go,” she said, “I’m not a monster. I just wanted a little entertainment. But there’s a problem…my men here have been watching your wonderful performance and now you gotta take care of those hard-ons they’ve been having. After all it was you fault that you wanted to fuck in front of all of us.”



The twins began to beg Meera to let them go.



“I said I’ll let you go right after all my men have ejaculated,” she said, “Now stop whining or I change my mind.”



The twin suddenly became quiet.



“Two men will cum in your mouth and two in your asses,” Meera ordered.



Sharon tried to scream through her gag.



“Oh my,” Meera said looking at Sharon, “You’ve been feeling ignored, haven’t you darling? I’ll let you be of some help to your siblings. Take his and lube up their asses while they suck cocks,”



Meera asked her men to untie Sharon and handed over a lube to her.



“You’ll never make me do this bitch!” Sharon screamed.



“Cocks in their asses or bullets in their heads, what is it going to be?” Meera asked with a demonic grin.



“Please stop Meera,” Sharon begged.



“Right after they get fucked in the ass,” Meera said.



Sharon was completely helpless. She walked towards Emily and Chris. Both on them were on their knees with a cock stuffed in their face. Sharon took some lube and started applying it on Emily’s ass.



“Put a finger or two inside and open it up nice and good,” Meera said.



Sharon was in tears as she inserted one finger in her sister’s asshole and wiggled it to open it up. The she managed to out another finger inside and applied the lube inside her ass. The she moved to Chris and applied some lube in his ass. She began finger him too for a while to prepare for the inevitable invasion.



Meanwhile the men fucking their mouths ejaculated on their faces and laughed at how filthy they looked.



“Are their asses ready to be fucked?” Meera asked Sharon.



Sharon nodded tearfully.



“Then who the fuck is going to tell that to the men?” Meera shouted.



“The asses of my brother and sister are ready to be fucked,” Sharon said tearfully.



“Good then make them get on all fours and hold their ass cheeks apart for the gentlemen to fuck them,” Meera gave a cruel order.



Sharon first opened Emily’s ass for one of the men. His cock was particularly. Sharon helped Emily take it slowly till the whole length fit inside her. Emily felt so full like she had never felt before. Then Sharon moved towards Chris. She held his ass cheeks apart as the man slowly invaded him. Chris was emotionally devasted by his rape. He knew he would never be the same again after this. Both the men began thrusting inside the twins tight asses and Meera kept forcing them to keep a smile on their cum covered faces for camera that was capturing their anal rape.



“It’s not fair!” Meera said, “That Emily gets a big cock up her ass and Chris gets a smaller one. I think you should beg the men to interchange places so that you get a big cock too, don’t you Chris? Don’t you want a big cock up your ass?”



Chris broke down in tears.



“You know what happens when you cry, don’t you Chris?” Meera said, “We do the whole thing over and over again till you can do this gracefully with a smile.”



Chris quickly wiped his tears and begged with a smile, “Please I want a big cock too in my ass.”



“Wiggle your ass to be a bit more convincing Chris,” Meera said.



Chris felt devastated. But he knew he had no choice. He wiggled his ass and begged to be fucked.



The men laughed and interchanged places and now Chris and Emily were getting a good pounding in his ass. The men fucked their asses till they ejaculated and the cameras cruelly recorded the thorough degradation of the twins. Both of them knew that their lives are never going to be the same again.




“Now relax for a while both of you,” Meera said, “Bask in the cum shower you’ve received.”



“Come here Sharon,” Meera ordered, “Crawl to me like a bitch.”



Sharon crawled helplessly towards Meera hoping that she’d let her family go.



Meera held her lighter and heated a safety pin till it became red hot. “Do you agree that you’ve been a bitch, Sharon?” Meera asked.



“Yes, I have, I have wronged you Meera,” Sharon said, “But please let my family go. Punish me as you please, but please don’t hurt them anymore.”



“Scream all you want but be very still,” Meera said as she grabbed Sharon’s hair.



Sharon closed her eyes as she realized what Meera was about to do. Meera touched the red-hot pin to her forehead and began writing. Sharon groaned in pain but didn’t resist. Meera wrote the word BITCH across Sharon’s forehead and smiled at her art. She knew, the skin burned by the hot metal was going to scar leaving a permanent mark.



“Come, smile for a selfie just like old times,” Meera said holding her close.



Sharon could see the degrading word written on her forehead and broke into tears. Meera happily captured her broken expression in the selfie.



“Alright,” Meera said looking at Chris and Emily, “Party is over. I’m sending you back to your hostel as promised. You know what will happen if you talk, I suppose.”



“We won’t say anything to anyone,” the twins begged, “Please let us go.”



“Take them both back safely,” Meera said to one of her men.



Sharon was relieved that Meera was finally letting her family go.



“What about Sharon?” Emily asked.



“She is going to be our guest for a while,” Meera said as two men grabbed Sharon and took her away.



Meera took the camcorder and got into her car. She drove to back to Emerald palace. Adil saw Meera and smiled.



“So, did you have fun?’ Adil asked Meera with a wicked smile.



“You bet I did,” Meera chirped, “Thank you Adil, thanks for everything.”



“You are welcome darling,” Adil said, “It was nothing really.”



“Sharon…she is all yours now,” Meera said.



“Ah well,” Adil said, “My men told me you ruined her face so she ain’t much use to me now. But yeah I know people who could use her. Its just…you’ve just ensured a double hell for her.”



“Well,” Meera said with a bright smile, “I don’t have the slightest regret.”



“I’m just glad you got what you wanted,” Adil said.



Meera smiled and suddenly became very quiet.



“So hey…” she spoke after a brief silence, “I…uh…gotta quit the job like I discussed. I am sorry.”



Adil cupped her face lovingly in his palms and kissed her forehead, “Don’t be sorry, Meera. I promised you I’d let you go whenever your wish. You’ve risked your life for me so many times, taken so much pain and you’ve always been so graceful. If you want to quit, all I have to say is, I wish you all the best for your life. Go girl, live and be happy.”



“I don’t know if I’ll ever be truly happy,” Meera said, “Its just that, since I’ve found out about my childhood and some horrible things that some people did to someone I love, it’s not letting me sleep.”



“I understand Meera,” Adil said, “Do what you need to.”



“So…I’ll see you around,” she said hugging Adil. He hugged her back.



“Hey, I almost forgot,” Meera said handing over the camcorder to Adil, “A parting gift.”



Adil played the video of the twins having sex that she had recorded and smiled. “You are a little she-devil, you know that?” he said.



“I know,” she said as she winked at him.



“These two are what 18?” Adil said as he enjoyed the contents of the video, “I could control them for their entire life with this.”



“That’s exactly the plan,” Meera said with a smile.



“This boy with that cute ass,” Adil said, “I have clients who love that kind of stuff.”



“I’m sure these twins are going to love working with you,” Meera said with a wicked grin, “That video is quite persuasive.”



“Sure, it is,” Adil said with a smile, “Thanks Meera.”



Meera bent over and kissed his cheek.



“Call if you ever need anything,” Adil said smiling at her, “And if you ever want your old job back, you know I’d love to have you back.”



“Thanks, Adil,” Meera said waving at him and blowing him a goodbye kiss, “You are a darling.”



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Almost a week later, Aryan called Meera.



“Reyansh is going to attend a friend’s birthday party tonight at Mariott, at around 10 pm,” Aryan said.



“Thank you,” Meera said, “Aryan…uh…could you come over tonight, please…I need you.”



“Everything OK Meera?” he asked.



“Yes, I’m fine, I’m just getting a bad feeling about tonight,” she said.



“I’ll be there don’t worry,” he said.



Meera hung up and called Alisha, “Mariott, at 10pm”



Alisha reached the party. She looked ravishing in a shimmering evening gown.



She walked up to the bar counter and ordered a drink. As she sipped her drink, scanned the bar for her target. And finally, she spotted Reyansh.

great update, so meera has finally pinned down sharon, and now she has planned a little revenge for herself, she wanted make sharon feel humiliation and helplessness , which she did.

i enjoyed the confronting part, when meera confronted sharon and sharon started begging for her life and her family's life, it's scary how the circle of life does to the people.


and with this it seems little alisha has her own plans, but it could be just my hunch, what meera is planning with the content of laptop, i am eager to read next part about this.

let's see what mystery next and final part contains
 
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When Alisha’s eyes met Reyansh’s, she flashed an inviting smile at him as she sipped her drink.



Reyansh was having a drink with his friends. When he noticed Alisha smiling at him, he smiled back and walked up to her.



“Hey there,” he said, “Would the lady like another drink?”



“Perhaps,” Alisha said taking a sip, “That depends…”



“Depends on?” he asked.



“Whether I like you or not,” she said.



Reyansh raised an eyebrow and scanned Alisha from head to toe. Every curve of her body was deliciously alluring.



“Let’s find out then,” Reyansh said with a smile, “Would you like a take a drive?”



He loved challenges. He was now determined to fuck this woman. He started using all his charms. He led her to his expensive car and watched her expression.



“Wow!” she gasped as she saw his car.



“Well,” he said as he drove off, “At least I know you like my car.”



“She’s pretty,” Alisha said.



“So are you…” Reyansh said running a hand over her exposed thigh. He smiled when she didn’t resist.



“You better watch your hand,” she said, “The stuff you are touching is expensive.”



“Really?” Reyansh asked with a smile, “How much does this pretty set of holes cost for a night?”



He shoved his free hand up her dress and began to rub her crotch from over her panties. Alisha moaned but she still didn’t push his hand away. Reyansh had a wicked smile on his lips and he pushed two fingers inside her panties and touched her pussy lips.



“50K,” Alisha said.



“25,” he replied as he continued rubbing her pussy.



“40,” she replied, trying to control her moaning.



“25,” he said, “Look at your cunt, it is dripping already, honestly, you are not even worth 5k but I have a class and 25 is a generous offer. Either that or I throw you out of my car right now.”



“Okay, 25,” she said in surrender.



Reyansh smiled and started driving towards his house. Once they reached, he led Alisha inside his bedroom.



“Strip whore,” he ordered as he sat down on the bed.



Alisha slid the dress off her shoulders exposing her beautiful large breasts. She slid her panties down her perfectly toned thighs. Her skin was waxed, and was perfectly smooth.



“Make me a drink,” Reyansh ordered.



Alisha picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured him a drink. She slipped a pill into the glass, so that he would fall asleep soon and she could complete her task. She walked towards him with the glass. He roughly grabbed her boobs and squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her squeal. He started twisting her nipples and Alisha struggled to maintain posture and hold the glass still. Reyansh relished the expression of pain on her face. He continued roughly handling her boobs till he saw tears of helplessness rolling down her cheek.



The he took the glass from her hand and took a sip.



“Spread your legs,” he ordered.



Alisha moved her feet slightly apart. Reyansh sighed in disappointment. “I should have been more specific. Spread you legs like a whore,” he repeated his order.



Alisha moved her feet wider apart. Her pussy was spread open obscenely.



“Now you get the point,” he said with a smile as he casually inserted two fingers inside her pussy as he took another sip. Alisha moaned as she felt his fingers invade her most intimate parts.



“Drop the act slut,” he said, “You are so loose, I could insert both my hands in there and clap. Show me your asshole, I hope you have some hole that is tight enough to be used.”



Alisha felt very embarrassed at his humiliating remark. She quietly bent over and held her ass cheeks apart for him to see her asshole.



“Hmm, this one looks used too…whatever, just lube it up nice and good with those gushing juices,” he said.



Alisha dipped her fingers in her wet pussy and started transferring her pussy juices to her asshole, preparing for anal sex. Reyansh looked at her humiliating display and smiled. He casually opened a drawer and tossed a huge vibrator at her.



“Put this inside your sloppy cunt,” he said.



Alisha’s eyes shot wide open seeing the size of that thing. “Please this is too big,” she requested.



“It’s the perfect size to fill up a loose whore like you,” Reyansh said casually.



Alisha tried to obey his command. She tried to push the huge vibrator in her pussy, but was indeed too large for her.



“Please, I can’t” she begged tearfully.



“If I want it in, it goes it, you understand?” Reyansh said sternly, “Do it yourself or I’ll come and give it a shove.”



Alisha panicked. She knew if he were to do it, he would be very rough. She pushed it harder and slowly inch by inch her pussy began to stretch to accommodate the invading object. And finally she was able to fit the whole vibrator inside herself. She felt full and stretched like never before. Reyansh switch on the vibrator and the pain of stretching was now replaced by waves of pleasure. Alisha could barely keep her balance, and the sexual pleasure emanating from her pussy was making her lose tone. She fell to her knees panting. Her pussy juices were now running down her thighs.



“Enjoying like a true whore, aren’t you?” Reyansh said, “What did I say, it wuld fit you just right. Why, I am sure you can take twice the size of that with just as much ease.”



“No, please no,” Alisha begged on her knees. Her breath was ragged as she was nearing her orgasm.



And just as she was about to cum, Reyansh turned of the vibrator. Alisha moaned in disappointment and looked at Reyansh, her eyes begging him to let her cum.



“Suck me,” he ordered.



Alisha crawled towards him and undid his belt. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled them off. Then she began to kiss his cock from over his pants.



Reyansh roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her away. Then he pinched her nipple hard enough to make her scream, “No kissing, no cuddling, no romance, get it?” he said roughly, “You are a whore who is here to get her holes pounded for money so don’t try to be anything more than that.”



“I’m sorry,” she begged tearfully.



Reyansh smiled and relaxed the grip over her hair. She pulled off his underwear and took his erect cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the entire length, and began to suck it gently. Reyansh threw his head back enjoying the feel of her warm mouth over his cock. She also started gently playing with his balls as his arousal grew. As more and more of his blood rushed into his cock, he became that much more animalistic.



“If I feel teeth, I’m gonna have you throw on the street naked,” he warned and he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock deep into the throat.



Alisha gagged for a moment and struggled, but eventually relaxed and accepted the invasion. He grabbed her hair and began to fuck her throat. She had no choice but to let him do what he wished. He turned on the vibrator, and Alisha began to move her hips rhythmically preparing for intercourse.



Reyansh pulled her head off his cock and ordered her to get on all fours. Alisha felt the tip of his cock pushing against her tight asshole. She felt a pain as the head of his cock made its was past her anal ring. And soon, the whole of his cock was in her ass. With the huge vibrator already in her pussy, Alisha felt so full, like she would explode. Reyansh enjoyed the silken feel of her insides as he withdrew slightly and rammed the whole length in, penetrating even deeper this time. Alisha moaned as he grabbed her hair and started moving in and out of her rhythmically. Her own orgasm was building from the subtle vibrations in the dept of the womb. Her pussy and ass were on fire.



As Reyansh pounded away in her ass, Alisha moaned loudly as her body convulsed in orgasm. Reyansh grabbed her hips and exploded deep inside her ass. Then he pulled out of her and made her lick him clean. He enjoyed the feeling of shame on her face, as he humiliated her to the core. Once she had finished licking him clean, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bathroom.



Reyansh cuffed her hands to a water faucet and made her kneel on the bathroom floor.



“Dirty things stay out of my bedroom. You are going to spend the night here,” he said as he strapped a ball gag to the back of her head, "And this gag is because you are going to cum the whole night and I don't want your slutty moans disturbing my sleep."



Alisha’s eyes shot wide open and she struggled with the restraints when she heard him. She could only make muffled sounds through her gag.



“What?” he said smiling at the miserable woman, “You think I share my bed with filthy whores like you?”



He turned off the lights and closed the door behind him, leaving Alisha handcuffed and gagged in the dark.



Alisha was utterly disgusted by the way he treated her. She sobbed helplessly for a while. He had left the vibrator on in her pussy. The gentle vibrations brought her close to another orgasm. His cum was leaking from her ass as she jerked her hips as another orgasm hit her.



She started thinking of a way to get free. She had a mission to complete and she didn’t have all night. But the overwhelming sexual sensations were clouding her mind and it was difficult to think straight. Her hands were cuffed above her head and she was forced into a kneeling position. She tried to reach for the bobby pin in her hair. After some struggle, she managed to pull it out of her hair. She stuck one end of the pin the lock of the handcuffs and started picking the lock. She was well trained in stealth and combat techniques, but it was dark and that didn’t make her lock picking task any easier. After a lot of struggle, finally, she was free. She took off her gag and removed the vibrator from her pussy and gently placed it on the bathroom floor. She wiped herself clean with a tissue.



The she walked towards the bathroom door and placed her ear against the door. She heard no movement. She opened the door without making a sound and entered the bedroom. Reyansh was asleep. She gently tapped his cheek to ensure that he was in deep sleep and will not wake up at the slightest sound. Then she quickly looked around to ensure that there were no pre-installed cameras.



She stealthily began to search for his laptop inside his bedroom. She made sure she doesn’t disturb the objects in the room so that Reyansh doesn’t get suspicious when he wakes up. Finally, she found his laptop and turned it on. She quickly removed the pen drive Meera had given her and plugged it in and ensured that the WiFi was on. Once everything was in place, she sent a coded text to Meera.



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Meera was sitting in her apartment next to Aryan waiting for Alisha’s text. As soon as Meera’s phone chimed with Alisha’s text, Meera texted the hacker and gave him the signal. The hacker got to work and within 20 minutes he had access to all the data. He started uploading the data on a cloud.



It was 2 am. Meera was visibly anxious. She lifted a cigarette and put it to her lips and lit it with her lighter. Her hands were trembling. Every minute she glanced at her laptop screen waiting for the hacker’s email. As soon as her mail chimed with the hacker’s link, she clicked on the download button.



Aryan gently pulled the cigarette from her lips and extinguished it in an ashtray. “You don’t need that, just calm down.” Aryan said.



Meera held her head between her palms trying to calm the terrible storm in her head and the videos began to download rapidly.



As soon as the download was complete, Meera anxiously opened it. There was a plethora of videos inside it. Meera clicked on the folder named Naina and found a huge collection of videos inside it.



“Are you sure you want to Meera?” Aryan said.



Meera ignored Aryan and played all the videos one by one. Her expression was eerily cold as she watched Naina being systematically abused and degraded by Neil.



“Meera, I think you should stop…” Aryan said gently placing a hand on her shoulder.



Meera didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at Aryan. She kept her eyes fixed on the video. She sharply turned up the volume till the Naina screams echoed throughout the room.



“Meera please…” Aryan implored again.



Meera gave a very angry look to Aryan. Her gaze was so piercing it made him shudder. “Shut the fuck up! This is fucking personal,” She spoke bitterly.



Aryan sat quietly and let Meera finish watching each and every one of the videos. And then she reached the last, most devastating video of Neil’s birthday party. The last night that Naina was alive. Meera watched without blinking the full extent of Naina’s suffering that caused her to end her life. She watched her go through unbearable pain that she couldn’t bear the courage to even talk about. The last evening of Naina’s life that shattered her heart into a million pieces such that she could find peace only in death.



Once the video ended, Meera called up Alisha and said, “Inject that vial into his vein.” Meera hung up the phone.



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Alisha loaded a syringe that she was carrying in her purse and found a prominent vein on Reyansh’s arm. She gently injected the vial’s contents into his vein. Due to the drug that she had given him, he was too fast asleep to feel the needle prick.



Then Alisha placed everything back the way it was. She went back to the bathroom and cuffed herself just like he had left her, with the ball gag in her mouth and vibrator in her pussy.



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Meera was visibly upset after seeing Naina’s videos.



“What was in that vial Meera?” Aryan asked, “The one that Mithila gave you? What does it do exactly?”



“You’ll see Aryan,” Meera said bitterly, “The whole world will see.”



Aryan held her in his arms constantly comforting her.



“She loved him Aryan,” Meera said as she broke down in his arms, “My sweet Naina di, she loved Neil with all her heart…and this is what he did to her…she begged him, and he didn’t listen…she didn’t deserve this! She was a good person…she was so sweet and kind, and this is what Neil did to her! And Armaan knew I’d expose Neil so he ruined my life too…”



“I’m sorry Meera,” Aryan said comforting her, “I can understand how it feels to lose someone you love…”



Meera sobbed in his arms. Aryan was quiet for a long time. Finally, he spoke.



“You asked about Saloni the other day,” Aryan said stroking Meera hair, “She was the woman I loved the most in the world.”



Meera looked up at Aryan. She noticed his eyes were sad, almost tearful.



“I was an orphan too Meera, just like you, and I grew up in an orphanage,” Aryan said, “Life was tough, but I was happy. When I grew up, I joined college. I used to do menial jobs in the evening to pay for my fees. I hoped to have a decent job once I finished my graduation. And then, Saloni came into my life. She was a beautiful girl, simple and innocent, she was…the quiet type. She wouldn’t talk much, had few friends and spent most of her time at the library. We met and became friends, and soon fell in love. We had this beautiful relationship for almost three years...”



Meera noticed a hint of happiness on Aryan’s face as he continued.



“I was in my final year of college and I was soon going to finish my graduation. Next step was to meet her parents and ask for her hand in marriage. She was going to introduce me to her parents, but before that…” Aryan choked in grief for a moment and continued, “She had gone to Goa for a trip with her friend. For the first 2 days, she sent me pictures, she was so happy. And then on the third day, she disappeared…both Saloni and her friend, they were gone. There was no trace at all. Her parents filed a missing report, and one of the things that came forth during police investigation was our relationship…and it turned out that I was the person closest to her.”



“Saloni’s parents, they were just angry, and they blamed it on me,” Aryan said, “They kept accusing me that I did something to her. They got me arrested on suspicion of her murder, I was tortured in police custody. I spent a few months in jail. It was not easy to…survive there, but I learned eventually. Most of the other inmates were convicted criminals, and gradually I began to understand the world of crime. I was released eventually as they could neither prove murder nor my guilt.”



“I never cared if the world thinks Saloni was dead,” Aryan said, “I wasn’t going to give up. I kept looking for her. In jail, I met some people who knew things, they did this for a living, finding out information and then selling it for a living. I learned this work, and over years I became good at it. My network spread across the city and eventually around the country. I was good, and I knew most of the things that were happening in the underworld. But I still I had no clue where my Saloni was. Only information I had was that perhaps she was taken by an organized trafficking gang and she was most likely in another country.”



“When you and Kabir arrived in Mumbai,” Aryan said, “Someone informed me that you both have escaped from traffickers. I had some hope that perhaps one of you could have seen Saloni. The chances were remote, but still I decided it was worth a shot. You had no memory, so I approached Kabir. I showed him a picture of Saloni and he recognized her! He had seen her, around the same place where you were kept. Perhaps you don’t know this Meera but, Kabir, he knew stuff and had his resources. He always tried to keep a low profile, but his looks and his accent gave away the fact that he was an Arab. And I doubt that he was a slave there, it is hard for a slave to have that kind of resources. He gave me some contacts in Dubai, I went looking for her and finally, I was able to find her! I still remember the first time I saw her after 5 years…she was still so beautiful…but she didn’t recognize me. They did something to her…I don’t know what, and I didn’t care either, I just wanted my Saloni back.”



Aryan paused to wipe a tear off his cheek and continued, “I didn’t have enough the strength or resources to fight an organized trafficking gang or to run away with Saloni. But I had money that I had earned over years. I spent every last rupee I owned to buy her freedom and bring her back safely. I even had to borrow money keeping my house mortgage, but Saloni was all that mattered to me. I brought her back to Mumbai. I took her to her parents, but she didn’t recognize them. And they didn’t want her either knowing what she had been through. I brought her home. I took care of her. But she was completely broken. She would barely talk, she would barely eat, she just spent her time blankly gazing at a wall. Sometimes she would call out to me, and I used to see a hint of love for me in her eyes. But the very next moment, her gaze would turn blank. I was almost broke, but still I did everything I could to help her, to provide for her. I bought her gifts, cooked her food she liked, I spent time with her…I even took her to therapy, hoping to heal her. But nothing worked. She was like a living corpse. She was alive and breathing, but there was no soul in her body, no life in her eyes. I was fighting a losing battle.”



“Then it was her birthday, 28th of December,” Aryan said, “Almost a month after I brought her to Mumbai. I dressed her up and took her out to her favorite restaurant. For the first time in a month, I watched her smile. I was hopeful that she is going to be OK. I held her close, I told her I wanted to marry her, and that I would take care of her for the rest of my life, I put a ring on her…”



Aryan could not talk anymore. Tears flowed from his eyes continuously. He just looked away. Meera hugged him, trying to comfort him.



“I held her in my arms that night,” he said, “I told her over and over again how much I loved her, and that I needed her, and I would wait forever for her to…come back to me. And I would take care of her till my last breath. She smiled at me, and my heart felt peace. I felt everything was going to be OK…it will take time, but eventually, we would be alright. But when I woke up, found myself in a pool of her blood. She had slit her wrists. I was devastated. I held her in my arms as I cried my heart out, but she was stiff and cold. She left me, just like that…she didn’t leave me a note, she didn’t say anything, she just…left. I wish she had said something…anything…that she loves me…or at least goodbye…”



Meera looked at Aryan. She had never seen him so broken. She hugged him tightly and rubbed his back. “I am so sorry, Aryan,” she said.



Aryan hugged Meera and cried for a while. Then he composed himself and looked at her lovingly and said, “I admire you so much Meera, you’ve been through hell, but still look at you, you smile, you laugh, there is this beautiful shine in your eyes, you are just so full of life, girl! Knowing what happened to Saloni, I know it wouldn’t have been easy. I can only imagine your strength Meera, how you hide your excruciating pain behind you mesmerizing smile. You are truly amazing. Please be this way forever. Thank you for bringing some light to my life.”



Aryan kissed Meera deeply, “I really don’t know if you want me Meera, but if you need me, I’ll be there for you. I’ll take care of you and do anything that you need me to. I am looking for your child Meera, and I really hope I find her. I really want to do at least this much for you.”



“I know you will find her someday,” Meera said lovingly kissing his forehead, “I’ve thought of a name for her. I am going to call her Amairah, my little princess.”



“That’s a sweet name, Meera,” Aryan said pulling her into his embrace.



“Is your house still mortgaged?” Meera asked.



Aryan nodded. “She lived with me there for a month. Although she was barely alive, I can still feel her scent in that house everywhere…” he said, “I can’t lose that house Meera, I still feel her presence there…my Saloni…perhaps that’s why I was desperate and demanded exorbitant amounts from you in the beginning, I was just heartbroken…but when I saw what it was costing you…I just couldn’t…”



Aryan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.



“You are a sweetheart you know that, Aryan,” Meera said hugging him lovingly.



She held him till she felt him calm down. Both of them were very quiet in each other’s embrace. They just felt the warmth of each other’s bodies, and tried to fill that emptiness in their souls due to the loss of their partners.



Several hours passed by. The moon was throwing its silken light through the window. Meera lit and cigarette and took and puff. And then passed it to Aryan.



“So, what’s the update on the tasks I had assigned?” she asked.



“Well, your social media profile and blog is ready as you had asked,” Aryan said, “We have a GPS tracker on each other of their fancy cars so you can track their movements. About that house, the one next to Neil’s house, we are trying to acquire it. Negotiations are on.”



“That’s great,” Meera said, “I’ve taken Adil into confidence. He said he’ll help if needed.”



“So, you quit the job?” Aryan asked.



“Yes, for now,” Meera said, “I discussed with Adil and he said he understands. He’s a sweetheart.”



“Yup, he is way honorable for the profession he is in,” Aryan said, “And I trust him. What about Mithila, how much does she know?”



“Not much actually,” Meera said, “And I’d like to keep it that way. She is helping with some medical stuff, that’s all. I haven’t told her much.”



“That’s good,” Aryan said, “Among all of us, she is the most susceptible. Too much information would put her in danger. Either way, you gotta watch over her Meera.”



“Of course, I will,” Meera said taking a puff and passing the cigarette to Aryan, “Reyansh has been dealt with. He is going to see the magic of that little needle prick very soon.”



“Your doctor has her resources,” Aryan said taking a puff.



“Indeed! Mithila has her reasons,” Meera said with a smile. “And I have a plan for that doctor friend of Neil, what’s his name again?”



“Dr. Aarav,” Aryan said.



“Yeah Aarav…” Meera said with a devilish gleam in her eyes as she smoked, “I’ve heard he’s going to get a reward for expertise in microsurgery. He must have worked really hard for that, no?”



Aryan just smiled at her as he understood her intentions.



“I would be very careful with Armaan though, he is like their big brother and watches over the others,” Aryan said, “You have just one shot at this Meera. Whatever you are planning, synchronize it such that all of four them are ambushed at the same time. These are intelligent and powerful men Meera, you cannot afford to alert them. Especially Armaan, he’s got connections. Stay below his radar, coz if you give him the slightest of hint, he’ll crush you like an insect, he is powerful enough to do that.”



Meera laughed. “You know what’s my greatest strength Aryan?” she said with a smile, “I have nothing to lose.”



“While Armaan…” she said smiling at Pankhudi’s picture, “…has something very precious at stake. I have some very delicious plans for him Aryan, with Armaan, it is personal.”



“Wait, are you planning to…” Aryan objected, “No…Meera, Pankhudi is a nice girl. She is sweet and innocent, and she has never hurt a soul.”



Meera’s expression suddenly darkened. “Naina was a nice girl too, Aryan. Sweet and innocent and she loved Neil with all her heart. And you saw what he did to her? You saw with your own fucking eyes, didn’t you!” Meera screamed.



Then she broke down into tears and said, “And what about me Aryan? Did I deserve any of what happened to me? Armaan sold me off as a sex slave, I was raped countless number of times…do you know how many men have…I feel so dirty…I’ve given birth to a child that I don’t know is even alive or not, and then they did something to me and I’ll never be a mother again, and I sleep with men and take their beatings for a living, all the pain and humiliation I took quietly just to survive…and…wasn’t I innocent too? Did I really deserve all of that?”



Meera fell to her knees and cried bitterly. Aryan tried to hug her put she pushed him away violently.



After a while she wiped her tears and looked at Aryan with determination, “And if you think I shouldn’t hurt the people they care about, because they are ‘innocent’, well, FUCK YOU! They are going to burn, and Neil and Armaan are going to helplessly watch their loved ones suffer!”



Aryan hugged Meera tightly and pacified her. She broke down in his arms and wept.



“I am sorry Meera,” Aryan said running his hand lovingly on her back as she wept, “I didn’t mean it like that. I promised you my loyalty and I’ll do everything you want me to whether I approve of it or not. And you know what, what I think doesn’t even matter. After what you have been through, I have no right to judge you. This is your fight, and I will support you in every way I can. Just know that you are amazing and I truly admire you.”



Meera smiled faintly.



“Do you have an exit plan?” Aryan asked Meera.



Meera just shook her head.



“When all this is over, you’ll need an exit plan,” Aryan said running his hand through her hair as she hugged him, “Your plan will utterly devastate them and Armaan is going rain hell on you if he finds you. He won’t rest till you are dead. I’ll plan an exit strategy for you so we could get you out of this mess safely once you are done.”



“Thank you, Aryan,” she said snuggling deeper into his arms.



Aryan held her in his arms till she fell asleep.



Next morning Aryan received a phone call. He answered it and smiled.



“The deal is done,” Aryan said kissing Meera awake, “You can move into that house anytime now.”



“I am sure Neil is going to love his new neighbour,” Meera said with a smile.




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When Alisha’s eyes met Reyansh’s, she flashed an inviting smile at him as she sipped her drink.



Reyansh was having a drink with his friends. When he noticed Alisha smiling at him, he smiled back and walked up to her.



“Hey there,” he said, “Would the lady like another drink?”



“Perhaps,” Alisha said taking a sip, “That depends…”



“Depends on?” he asked.



“Whether I like you or not,” she said.



Reyansh raised an eyebrow and scanned Alisha from head to toe. Every curve of her body was deliciously alluring.



“Let’s find out then,” Reyansh said with a smile, “Would you like a take a drive?”



He loved challenges. He was now determined to fuck this woman. He started using all his charms. He led her to his expensive car and watched her expression.



“Wow!” she gasped as she saw his car.



“Well,” he said as he drove off, “At least I know you like my car.”



“She’s pretty,” Alisha said.



“So are you…” Reyansh said running a hand over her exposed thigh. He smiled when she didn’t resist.



“You better watch your hand,” she said, “The stuff you are touching is expensive.”



“Really?” Reyansh asked with a smile, “How much does this pretty set of holes cost for a night?”



He shoved his free hand up her dress and began to rub her crotch from over her panties. Alisha moaned but she still didn’t push his hand away. Reyansh had a wicked smile on his lips and he pushed two fingers inside her panties and touched her pussy lips.



“50K,” Alisha said.



“25,” he replied as he continued rubbing her pussy.



“40,” she replied, trying to control her moaning.



“25,” he said, “Look at your cunt, it is dripping already, honestly, you are not even worth 5k but I have a class and 25 is a generous offer. Either that or I throw you out of my car right now.”



“Okay, 25,” she said in surrender.



Reyansh smiled and started driving towards his house. Once they reached, he led Alisha inside his bedroom.



“Strip whore,” he ordered as he sat down on the bed.



Alisha slid the dress off her shoulders exposing her beautiful large breasts. She slid her panties down her perfectly toned thighs. Her skin was waxed, and was perfectly smooth.



“Make me a drink,” Reyansh ordered.



Alisha picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured him a drink. She slipped a pill into the glass, so that he would fall asleep soon and she could complete her task. She walked towards him with the glass. He roughly grabbed her boobs and squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her squeal. He started twisting her nipples and Alisha struggled to maintain posture and hold the glass still. Reyansh relished the expression of pain on her face. He continued roughly handling her boobs till he saw tears of helplessness rolling down her cheek.



The he took the glass from her hand and took a sip.



“Spread your legs,” he ordered.



Alisha moved her feet slightly apart. Reyansh sighed in disappointment. “I should have been more specific. Spread you legs like a whore,” he repeated his order.



Alisha moved her feet wider apart. Her pussy was spread open obscenely.



“Now you get the point,” he said with a smile as he casually inserted two fingers inside her pussy as he took another sip. Alisha moaned as she felt his fingers invade her most intimate parts.



“Drop the act slut,” he said, “You are so loose, I could insert both my hands in there and clap. Show me your asshole, I hope you have some hole that is tight enough to be used.”



Alisha felt very embarrassed at his humiliating remark. She quietly bent over and held her ass cheeks apart for him to see her asshole.



“Hmm, this one looks used too…whatever, just lube it up nice and good with those gushing juices,” he said.



Alisha dipped her fingers in her wet pussy and started transferring her pussy juices to her asshole, preparing for anal sex. Reyansh looked at her humiliating display and smiled. He casually opened a drawer and tossed a huge vibrator at her.



“Put this inside your sloppy cunt,” he said.



Alisha’s eyes shot wide open seeing the size of that thing. “Please this is too big,” she requested.



“It’s the perfect size to fill up a loose whore like you,” Reyansh said casually.



Alisha tried to obey his command. She tried to push the huge vibrator in her pussy, but was indeed too large for her.



“Please, I can’t” she begged tearfully.



“If I want it in, it goes it, you understand?” Reyansh said sternly, “Do it yourself or I’ll come and give it a shove.”



Alisha panicked. She knew if he were to do it, he would be very rough. She pushed it harder and slowly inch by inch her pussy began to stretch to accommodate the invading object. And finally she was able to fit the whole vibrator inside herself. She felt full and stretched like never before. Reyansh switch on the vibrator and the pain of stretching was now replaced by waves of pleasure. Alisha could barely keep her balance, and the sexual pleasure emanating from her pussy was making her lose tone. She fell to her knees panting. Her pussy juices were now running down her thighs.



“Enjoying like a true whore, aren’t you?” Reyansh said, “What did I say, it wuld fit you just right. Why, I am sure you can take twice the size of that with just as much ease.”



“No, please no,” Alisha begged on her knees. Her breath was ragged as she was nearing her orgasm.



And just as she was about to cum, Reyansh turned of the vibrator. Alisha moaned in disappointment and looked at Reyansh, her eyes begging him to let her cum.



“Suck me,” he ordered.



Alisha crawled towards him and undid his belt. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled them off. Then she began to kiss his cock from over his pants.



Reyansh roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her away. Then he pinched her nipple hard enough to make her scream, “No kissing, no cuddling, no romance, get it?” he said roughly, “You are a whore who is here to get her holes pounded for money so don’t try to be anything more than that.”



“I’m sorry,” she begged tearfully.



Reyansh smiled and relaxed the grip over her hair. She pulled off his underwear and took his erect cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the entire length, and began to suck it gently. Reyansh threw his head back enjoying the feel of her warm mouth over his cock. She also started gently playing with his balls as his arousal grew. As more and more of his blood rushed into his cock, he became that much more animalistic.



“If I feel teeth, I’m gonna have you throw on the street naked,” he warned and he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock deep into the throat.



Alisha gagged for a moment and struggled, but eventually relaxed and accepted the invasion. He grabbed her hair and began to fuck her throat. She had no choice but to let him do what he wished. He turned on the vibrator, and Alisha began to move her hips rhythmically preparing for intercourse.



Reyansh pulled her head off his cock and ordered her to get on all fours. Alisha felt the tip of his cock pushing against her tight asshole. She felt a pain as the head of his cock made its was past her anal ring. And soon, the whole of his cock was in her ass. With the huge vibrator already in her pussy, Alisha felt so full, like she would explode. Reyansh enjoyed the silken feel of her insides as he withdrew slightly and rammed the whole length in, penetrating even deeper this time. Alisha moaned as he grabbed her hair and started moving in and out of her rhythmically. Her own orgasm was building from the subtle vibrations in the dept of the womb. Her pussy and ass were on fire.



As Reyansh pounded away in her ass, Alisha moaned loudly as her body convulsed in orgasm. Reyansh grabbed her hips and exploded deep inside her ass. Then he pulled out of her and made her lick him clean. He enjoyed the feeling of shame on her face, as he humiliated her to the core. Once she had finished licking him clean, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bathroom.



Reyansh cuffed her hands to a water faucet and made her kneel on the bathroom floor.



“Dirty things stay out of my bedroom. You are going to spend the night here,” he said as he strapped a ball gag to the back of her head, "And this gag is because you are going to cum the whole night and I don't want your slutty moans disturbing my sleep."



Alisha’s eyes shot wide open and she struggled with the restraints when she heard him. She could only make muffled sounds through her gag.



“What?” he said smiling at the miserable woman, “You think I share my bed with filthy whores like you?”



He turned off the lights and closed the door behind him, leaving Alisha handcuffed and gagged in the dark.



Alisha was utterly disgusted by the way he treated her. She sobbed helplessly for a while. He had left the vibrator on in her pussy. The gentle vibrations brought her close to another orgasm. His cum was leaking from her ass as she jerked her hips as another orgasm hit her.



She started thinking of a way to get free. She had a mission to complete and she didn’t have all night. But the overwhelming sexual sensations were clouding her mind and it was difficult to think straight. Her hands were cuffed above her head and she was forced into a kneeling position. She tried to reach for the bobby pin in her hair. After some struggle, she managed to pull it out of her hair. She stuck one end of the pin the lock of the handcuffs and started picking the lock. She was well trained in stealth and combat techniques, but it was dark and that didn’t make her lock picking task any easier. After a lot of struggle, finally, she was free. She took off her gag and removed the vibrator from her pussy and gently placed it on the bathroom floor. She wiped herself clean with a tissue.



The she walked towards the bathroom door and placed her ear against the door. She heard no movement. She opened the door without making a sound and entered the bedroom. Reyansh was asleep. She gently tapped his cheek to ensure that he was in deep sleep and will not wake up at the slightest sound. Then she quickly looked around to ensure that there were no pre-installed cameras.



She stealthily began to search for his laptop inside his bedroom. She made sure she doesn’t disturb the objects in the room so that Reyansh doesn’t get suspicious when he wakes up. Finally, she found his laptop and turned it on. She quickly removed the pen drive Meera had given her and plugged it in and ensured that the WiFi was on. Once everything was in place, she sent a coded text to Meera.



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Meera was sitting in her apartment next to Aryan waiting for Alisha’s text. As soon as Meera’s phone chimed with Alisha’s text, Meera texted the hacker and gave him the signal. The hacker got to work and within 20 minutes he had access to all the data. He started uploading the data on a cloud.



It was 2 am. Meera was visibly anxious. She lifted a cigarette and put it to her lips and lit it with her lighter. Her hands were trembling. Every minute she glanced at her laptop screen waiting for the hacker’s email. As soon as her mail chimed with the hacker’s link, she clicked on the download button.



Aryan gently pulled the cigarette from her lips and extinguished it in an ashtray. “You don’t need that, just calm down.” Aryan said.



Meera held her head between her palms trying to calm the terrible storm in her head and the videos began to download rapidly.



As soon as the download was complete, Meera anxiously opened it. There was a plethora of videos inside it. Meera clicked on the folder named Naina and found a huge collection of videos inside it.



“Are you sure you want to Meera?” Aryan said.



Meera ignored Aryan and played all the videos one by one. Her expression was eerily cold as she watched Naina being systematically abused and degraded by Neil.



“Meera, I think you should stop…” Aryan said gently placing a hand on her shoulder.



Meera didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at Aryan. She kept her eyes fixed on the video. She sharply turned up the volume till the Naina screams echoed throughout the room.



“Meera please…” Aryan implored again.



Meera gave a very angry look to Aryan. Her gaze was so piercing it made him shudder. “Shut the fuck up! This is fucking personal,” She spoke bitterly.



Aryan sat quietly and let Meera finish watching each and every one of the videos. And then she reached the last, most devastating video of Neil’s birthday party. The last night that Naina was alive. Meera watched without blinking the full extent of Naina’s suffering that caused her to end her life. She watched her go through unbearable pain that she couldn’t bear the courage to even talk about. The last evening of Naina’s life that shattered her heart into a million pieces such that she could find peace only in death.



Once the video ended, Meera called up Alisha and said, “Inject that vial into his vein.” Meera hung up the phone.



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Alisha loaded a syringe that she was carrying in her purse and found a prominent vein on Reyansh’s arm. She gently injected the vial’s contents into his vein. Due to the drug that she had given him, he was too fast asleep to feel the needle prick.



Then Alisha placed everything back the way it was. She went back to the bathroom and cuffed herself just like he had left her, with the ball gag in her mouth and vibrator in her pussy.



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Meera was visibly upset after seeing Naina’s videos.



“What was in that vial Meera?” Aryan asked, “The one that Mithila gave you? What does it do exactly?”



“You’ll see Aryan,” Meera said bitterly, “The whole world will see.”



Aryan held her in his arms constantly comforting her.



“She loved him Aryan,” Meera said as she broke down in his arms, “My sweet Naina di, she loved Neil with all her heart…and this is what he did to her…she begged him, and he didn’t listen…she didn’t deserve this! She was a good person…she was so sweet and kind, and this is what Neil did to her! And Armaan knew I’d expose Neil so he ruined my life too…”



“I’m sorry Meera,” Aryan said comforting her, “I can understand how it feels to lose someone you love…”



Meera sobbed in his arms. Aryan was quiet for a long time. Finally, he spoke.



“You asked about Saloni the other day,” Aryan said stroking Meera hair, “She was the woman I loved the most in the world.”



Meera looked up at Aryan. She noticed his eyes were sad, almost tearful.



“I was an orphan too Meera, just like you, and I grew up in an orphanage,” Aryan said, “Life was tough, but I was happy. When I grew up, I joined college. I used to do menial jobs in the evening to pay for my fees. I hoped to have a decent job once I finished my graduation. And then, Saloni came into my life. She was a beautiful girl, simple and innocent, she was…the quiet type. She wouldn’t talk much, had few friends and spent most of her time at the library. We met and became friends, and soon fell in love. We had this beautiful relationship for almost three years...”



Meera noticed a hint of happiness on Aryan’s face as he continued.



“I was in my final year of college and I was soon going to finish my graduation. Next step was to meet her parents and ask for her hand in marriage. She was going to introduce me to her parents, but before that…” Aryan choked in grief for a moment and continued, “She had gone to Goa for a trip with her friend. For the first 2 days, she sent me pictures, she was so happy. And then on the third day, she disappeared…both Saloni and her friend, they were gone. There was no trace at all. Her parents filed a missing report, and one of the things that came forth during police investigation was our relationship…and it turned out that I was the person closest to her.”



“Saloni’s parents, they were just angry, and they blamed it on me,” Aryan said, “They kept accusing me that I did something to her. They got me arrested on suspicion of her murder, I was tortured in police custody. I spent a few months in jail. It was not easy to…survive there, but I learned eventually. Most of the other inmates were convicted criminals, and gradually I began to understand the world of crime. I was released eventually as they could neither prove murder nor my guilt.”



“I never cared if the world thinks Saloni was dead,” Aryan said, “I wasn’t going to give up. I kept looking for her. In jail, I met some people who knew things, they did this for a living, finding out information and then selling it for a living. I learned this work, and over years I became good at it. My network spread across the city and eventually around the country. I was good, and I knew most of the things that were happening in the underworld. But I still I had no clue where my Saloni was. Only information I had was that perhaps she was taken by an organized trafficking gang and she was most likely in another country.”



“When you and Kabir arrived in Mumbai,” Aryan said, “Someone informed me that you both have escaped from traffickers. I had some hope that perhaps one of you could have seen Saloni. The chances were remote, but still I decided it was worth a shot. You had no memory, so I approached Kabir. I showed him a picture of Saloni and he recognized her! He had seen her, around the same place where you were kept. Perhaps you don’t know this Meera but, Kabir, he knew stuff and had his resources. He always tried to keep a low profile, but his looks and his accent gave away the fact that he was an Arab. And I doubt that he was a slave there, it is hard for a slave to have that kind of resources. He gave me some contacts in Dubai, I went looking for her and finally, I was able to find her! I still remember the first time I saw her after 5 years…she was still so beautiful…but she didn’t recognize me. They did something to her…I don’t know what, and I didn’t care either, I just wanted my Saloni back.”



Aryan paused to wipe a tear off his cheek and continued, “I didn’t have enough the strength or resources to fight an organized trafficking gang or to run away with Saloni. But I had money that I had earned over years. I spent every last rupee I owned to buy her freedom and bring her back safely. I even had to borrow money keeping my house mortgage, but Saloni was all that mattered to me. I brought her back to Mumbai. I took her to her parents, but she didn’t recognize them. And they didn’t want her either knowing what she had been through. I brought her home. I took care of her. But she was completely broken. She would barely talk, she would barely eat, she just spent her time blankly gazing at a wall. Sometimes she would call out to me, and I used to see a hint of love for me in her eyes. But the very next moment, her gaze would turn blank. I was almost broke, but still I did everything I could to help her, to provide for her. I bought her gifts, cooked her food she liked, I spent time with her…I even took her to therapy, hoping to heal her. But nothing worked. She was like a living corpse. She was alive and breathing, but there was no soul in her body, no life in her eyes. I was fighting a losing battle.”



“Then it was her birthday, 28th of December,” Aryan said, “Almost a month after I brought her to Mumbai. I dressed her up and took her out to her favorite restaurant. For the first time in a month, I watched her smile. I was hopeful that she is going to be OK. I held her close, I told her I wanted to marry her, and that I would take care of her for the rest of my life, I put a ring on her…”



Aryan could not talk anymore. Tears flowed from his eyes continuously. He just looked away. Meera hugged him, trying to comfort him.



“I held her in my arms that night,” he said, “I told her over and over again how much I loved her, and that I needed her, and I would wait forever for her to…come back to me. And I would take care of her till my last breath. She smiled at me, and my heart felt peace. I felt everything was going to be OK…it will take time, but eventually, we would be alright. But when I woke up, found myself in a pool of her blood. She had slit her wrists. I was devastated. I held her in my arms as I cried my heart out, but she was stiff and cold. She left me, just like that…she didn’t leave me a note, she didn’t say anything, she just…left. I wish she had said something…anything…that she loves me…or at least goodbye…”



Meera looked at Aryan. She had never seen him so broken. She hugged him tightly and rubbed his back. “I am so sorry, Aryan,” she said.



Aryan hugged Meera and cried for a while. Then he composed himself and looked at her lovingly and said, “I admire you so much Meera, you’ve been through hell, but still look at you, you smile, you laugh, there is this beautiful shine in your eyes, you are just so full of life, girl! Knowing what happened to Saloni, I know it wouldn’t have been easy. I can only imagine your strength Meera, how you hide your excruciating pain behind you mesmerizing smile. You are truly amazing. Please be this way forever. Thank you for bringing some light to my life.”



Aryan kissed Meera deeply, “I really don’t know if you want me Meera, but if you need me, I’ll be there for you. I’ll take care of you and do anything that you need me to. I am looking for your child Meera, and I really hope I find her. I really want to do at least this much for you.”



“I know you will find her someday,” Meera said lovingly kissing his forehead, “I’ve thought of a name for her. I am going to call her Amairah, my little princess.”



“That’s a sweet name, Meera,” Aryan said pulling her into his embrace.



“Is your house still mortgaged?” Meera asked.



Aryan nodded. “She lived with me there for a month. Although she was barely alive, I can still feel her scent in that house everywhere…” he said, “I can’t lose that house Meera, I still feel her presence there…my Saloni…perhaps that’s why I was desperate and demanded exorbitant amounts from you in the beginning, I was just heartbroken…but when I saw what it was costing you…I just couldn’t…”



Aryan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.



“You are a sweetheart you know that, Aryan,” Meera said hugging him lovingly.



She held him till she felt him calm down. Both of them were very quiet in each other’s embrace. They just felt the warmth of each other’s bodies, and tried to fill that emptiness in their souls due to the loss of their partners.



Several hours passed by. The moon was throwing its silken light through the window. Meera lit and cigarette and took and puff. And then passed it to Aryan.



“So, what’s the update on the tasks I had assigned?” she asked.



“Well, your social media profile and blog is ready as you had asked,” Aryan said, “We have a GPS tracker on each other of their fancy cars so you can track their movements. About that house, the one next to Neil’s house, we are trying to acquire it. Negotiations are on.”



“That’s great,” Meera said, “I’ve taken Adil into confidence. He said he’ll help if needed.”



“So, you quit the job?” Aryan asked.



“Yes, for now,” Meera said, “I discussed with Adil and he said he understands. He’s a sweetheart.”



“Yup, he is way honorable for the profession he is in,” Aryan said, “And I trust him. What about Mithila, how much does she know?”



“Not much actually,” Meera said, “And I’d like to keep it that way. She is helping with some medical stuff, that’s all. I haven’t told her much.”



“That’s good,” Aryan said, “Among all of us, she is the most susceptible. Too much information would put her in danger. Either way, you gotta watch over her Meera.”



“Of course, I will,” Meera said taking a puff and passing the cigarette to Aryan, “Reyansh has been dealt with. He is going to see the magic of that little needle prick very soon.”



“Your doctor has her resources,” Aryan said taking a puff.



“Indeed! Mithila has her reasons,” Meera said with a smile. “And I have a plan for that doctor friend of Neil, what’s his name again?”



“Dr. Aarav,” Aryan said.



“Yeah Aarav…” Meera said with a devilish gleam in her eyes as she smoked, “I’ve heard he’s going to get a reward for expertise in microsurgery. He must have worked really hard for that, no?”



Aryan just smiled at her as he understood her intentions.



“I would be very careful with Armaan though, he is like their big brother and watches over the others,” Aryan said, “You have just one shot at this Meera. Whatever you are planning, synchronize it such that all of four them are ambushed at the same time. These are intelligent and powerful men Meera, you cannot afford to alert them. Especially Armaan, he’s got connections. Stay below his radar, coz if you give him the slightest of hint, he’ll crush you like an insect, he is powerful enough to do that.”



Meera laughed. “You know what’s my greatest strength Aryan?” she said with a smile, “I have nothing to lose.”



“While Armaan…” she said smiling at Pankhudi’s picture, “…has something very precious at stake. I have some very delicious plans for him Aryan, with Armaan, it is personal.”



“Wait, are you planning to…” Aryan objected, “No…Meera, Pankhudi is a nice girl. She is sweet and innocent, and she has never hurt a soul.”



Meera’s expression suddenly darkened. “Naina was a nice girl too, Aryan. Sweet and innocent and she loved Neil with all her heart. And you saw what he did to her? You saw with your own fucking eyes, didn’t you!” Meera screamed.



Then she broke down into tears and said, “And what about me Aryan? Did I deserve any of what happened to me? Armaan sold me off as a sex slave, I was raped countless number of times…do you know how many men have…I feel so dirty…I’ve given birth to a child that I don’t know is even alive or not, and then they did something to me and I’ll never be a mother again, and I sleep with men and take their beatings for a living, all the pain and humiliation I took quietly just to survive…and…wasn’t I innocent too? Did I really deserve all of that?”



Meera fell to her knees and cried bitterly. Aryan tried to hug her put she pushed him away violently.



After a while she wiped her tears and looked at Aryan with determination, “And if you think I shouldn’t hurt the people they care about, because they are ‘innocent’, well, FUCK YOU! They are going to burn, and Neil and Armaan are going to helplessly watch their loved ones suffer!”



Aryan hugged Meera tightly and pacified her. She broke down in his arms and wept.



“I am sorry Meera,” Aryan said running his hand lovingly on her back as she wept, “I didn’t mean it like that. I promised you my loyalty and I’ll do everything you want me to whether I approve of it or not. And you know what, what I think doesn’t even matter. After what you have been through, I have no right to judge you. This is your fight, and I will support you in every way I can. Just know that you are amazing and I truly admire you.”



Meera smiled faintly.



“Do you have an exit plan?” Aryan asked Meera.



Meera just shook her head.



“When all this is over, you’ll need an exit plan,” Aryan said running his hand through her hair as she hugged him, “Your plan will utterly devastate them and Armaan is going rain hell on you if he finds you. He won’t rest till you are dead. I’ll plan an exit strategy for you so we could get you out of this mess safely once you are done.”



“Thank you, Aryan,” she said snuggling deeper into his arms.



Aryan held her in his arms till she fell asleep.



Next morning Aryan received a phone call. He answered it and smiled.



“The deal is done,” Aryan said kissing Meera awake, “You can move into that house anytime now.”



“I am sure Neil is going to love his new neighbour,” Meera said with a smile.




Link to Sequel - The Girl Next Door (Completed)
Really loved the sex part :blush1: ,. Anal sex and roughness. Uff hot hot :hot:

Next the revealing part after the video, saloni part was very very emotional. Felt it in my guts. Awesome skills.

The ending was very much justified, sooner or later meera was gonna turn to darker side, i am not sure how it is justified to be a villain cause others were villains to you. But twisted minds does that to you.
Can't really blame her though, may be she will turn to good side later or not, works both ways.


A great ending, really enjoyed "The story of meera". Great heart touching, sex appealing, full of thriller and twists overall An awesome read.
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Really loved the sex part :blush1: ,. Anal sex and roughness. Uff hot hot :hot:

Next the revealing part after the video, saloni part was very very emotional. Felt it in my guts. Awesome skills.

The ending was very much justified, sooner or later meera was gonna turn to darker side, i am not sure how it is justified to be a villain cause others were villains to you. But twisted minds does that to you.
Can't really blame her though, may be she will turn to good side later or not, works both ways.


A great ending, really enjoyed "The story of meera". Great heart touching, sex appealing, full of thriller and twists overall An awesome read.
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Thanks for you review.

Meera is awesome. Armaan is awesome too. And their hate story is the most awesome :yay:
 
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It was a dark night. A young girl limped her way through a dense forest. She fought for her life with each ragged breath. Creatures of the night made intimidating noises all around her. But the voices in her head were louder.



“You like that don’t you? Say you like it bitch!” a man’s voice roared in her head.



“I’m sorry, I couldn’t save you,” another man’s tearful voice rang in her ears.



“Don’t cry girl, you are a habitual slut, you just don’t know it…now open your legs and show me your used holes,” a third voice said softly with an evil laughter.



“I’m sorry, please forgive me,” a woman’s voice said.



The girl pressed her palms against her ears and screamed. “SHUT UP!” she yelled, “SHUT UP!”



And there was silence. The voices in her head stopped. And she could hear was the crickets. She continued to limp among the dense trees, trying to find her way in the pale moon light. Her white dress was torn and soaked in blood. It was torn obscenely at places and barely covered her body. Her dark hair hanging down her shoulders were matted and her lip bled. But her dark eyes were full of determination, and sparkled with a spirit to survive.



After what felt like an eternity, she reached a road. She hoped someone would stop by and help her. All that she could do was hope and muster all the strength she could and hold on. She felt aches and pain all over her body, and suddenly she felt a chill. The cold winds only added to her misery.



A long time passed by. The road was deserted and very few vehicles passed by. The ones that did, didn’t bother to stop. The girl was rapidly losing her strength. She collapsed to the ground out of sheer exhaustion. Just as her vision turned hazy, she felt raindrops on her face. The drizzle quickly turned into a downpour, and the girl was completely drenched. She knew she couldn’t survive much longer out in the cold.



And suddenly a car stopped by. A beautiful young woman rushed towards her. She shook the wounded girl gently and asked, “Hey, are you OK?”



“Help me please,” the girl gasped.



The woman helped the girl to her feet and helped her get into her car. The girl was barely conscious.



“My name is Mithila,” the woman said, “I am a doctor. What’s your name?”



“I don’t know…” the girl muttered.



“There’s so much blood on your dress,” Mithila said as she started driving the car, “What happened sweetheart?”



“I don’t remember…” the girl said becoming increasingly agitated. She was shivering in cold and drew her arms and legs closer. Mithila put a warm shawl around her and turned on the car’s heater.



Mithila looked at her carefully. “Have you been using drugs?”



“I’m in so much pain…I just wanna sleep…I want this to stop…I want these voices to go away….I just…I don’t know…” the girl whispered some incoherent sentences rubbing her arms.



“It’s alright girl,” Mithila said, “I’m taking you to a hospital, you are going to be okay.”



The girl’s eyes were glazed over, her gaze was blank. Soon they reached a hospital, and trained health care staff began to tend to the wounds. Mithila was a psychiatrist. She had called upon her colleague Dr. Ayesha who was a gynecologist to assess the girl’s condition.



“I am Dr. Mithila and I am a psychiatrist,” Mithila said formally introducing herself, “Since you appear to have gone through some trauma, I’m admitting you to this hospital under my care. My colleague Dr. Ayesha is a gynecologist and will treat you for your injuries,” Mithila said, “It is my duty to ask, do you want to report anything to the police? Cleaning you up could destroy important evidence.”



The girl just shook her head.



“Draw a blood sample as send it for dope test,” Mithila ordered the nurse, “Looks like she is on some opioids.”



The nurse nodded and drew a blood sample.



“We are going to put you to sleep for a while, so that you don’t feel any pain,” Dr. Ayesha said comforting the trembling girl.



The girl smiled weakly as Dr. Ayesha injected a sedative into her veins. Within minutes the girl fell into a deep sleep. The nurse took of the girl’s blood-soaked clothes. There were several minor flesh wounds on her body. There were bite marks and scratches all over her, some old, some recent. There were injuries on her feet as she had been running barefoot through the forest, that’s why she had been limping. But what shocked the medical staff was the tattoos on her body. Across her breasts was written “Whore” and another tattoo just above her pussy that read “Cock hungry hole” with an arrow pointing towards her pussy. As they turned her over, they found another tattoo on her ass that read, “Horny bitch.”



Mithila was visibly disturbed seeing the tattoos. “This seems like permanent ink” she gasped.



“That’s really cruel!” Dr. Ayesha said, “Poor girl!”



“How is her general condition, Ayesha?” Mithila asked.



“She has been drugged for sure,” Ayesha said, “and she has indulged in recent sexual activity. It is hard to say whether it was forced or consensual because there are no injuries on her genitals. In fact, there are hardly any fresh injuries, few minor wounds that will heal in a day or two.”



Mithila was relieved to know that the girl was not seriously injured.



“However,” Ayesha said, “There are some old scars. These kinda scars would usually result from regular torture. There are signs of previous childbirth. Lemme do a quick ultrasound.”



Ayesha held an ultrasound probe over her belly and frowned, “This does not look good. Her uterus is almost dysfunctional. Looks like a badly done abortion, but she might never conceive again.”



Mithila felt a pinch in her heart as she realized the implications of what Ayesha said.



“This is a very sensitive case Mithila,” Ayesha said, “This girl seems to have gone through some very significant trauma, I trust you would know how to handle this.”



“I’ll take care of her Ayesha,” she lovingly touching the girl’s hair.



As Ayesha finished dressing all the girl’s wounds, Dr. Mithila instructed the nurse, “I want you to cover up these tattoos with bandages. Say nothing to her about the tattoos. She is in a vulnerable state of mind and the sight of these tattoos could...destabilize her.”



The nursed nodded in approval and covered up her tattoos and dressed her up in a clean gown. Mithila wrote down orders for further medications. The nurses got the still sedated girl shifted to a private ward where she could rest undisturbed. Mithila wanted to leave, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the girl. Her heart was sad, and she shuddered at the thought of what all the girl must have been through. She sat down quietly next to the girl, closed her eyes, trying to pray for her quick recovery.


Mithila held the sleeping girl's delicate palm in her hand and looked at her fondly. The girl was almost had a small and slender frame, and a wheatish brown complexion. She had large innocent eyes and dark hair hanging down her shoulders. Mithila lovingly ran her fingers through the girl's hair.



Mithila's husband Anshul was also a doctor and worked in the same hospital. He entered the ward and found his wife sitting next to the sleeping girl looking visibly disturbed.



“Are you OK honey?” He asked in a worried tone, “I thought you left. I was hoping you’d be home by now.”



“I was going home,” Mithila said, “And I found this girl on the road. She was…I had to help her or she wouldn’t have survived.”



“Who is she?” he asked.



“She doesn’t remember,” Mithila said, “But she’s been through something awful…”



Mithila couldn’t hold back her tears as she gently rolled the sleeve of the sleeping girl’s gown and said, “Look at these needle marks, they’ve been pumping her with dope…and this…” Mithila slowly raised the girl’s gown and peeled off an edge of that cover up bandage to show the degrading tattoos to her husband. “Permanent ink!” she said, “Such monsters! She is so young…she must be what? 20?”



Anshul hugged his agitated wife and gently rubbed her back. “I understand how this makes you feel honey,” he said wiping off her tears with his thumbs, “You are sweet and brave to have helped her. She is going to be OK now, because she has you taking care of her.”



Mithila could speak no more. She hugged her husband tightly and wept.



Mithila chose to stay by her bedside till morning. In the morning, the girl woke up, feeling much better and calmer.



Mithila smiled at her and ran her fingers through her dark hair. “Good morning sweetie,” Mithila said with a smile, “It’s nice to see you smiling. How are you feeling?”



“Much better,” the girl said, “Thank you so much for your help.”



“Are you hungry?” Mithila asked.



The girl nodded and Mithila got her a sandwich and a coffee. Mithila sat next to her watching her eat. She had so many questions for her, but refrained from asking anything as she was afraid, the girl might get upset again.



“I really wish I knew your name sweetie, or maybe something about your family. I’m sure they’ll be looking for you. Do you remember anything at all?” Mithila asked.



“I’m sorry I don’t,” the girl said with a sad face.



“That’s alright,” Mithila said, “You just need to rest, everything is going to fall in place eventually.”



“What are these?” the girl asked pointing towards the bandages.



“Nothing to worry about,” Mithila said casually, “Just some little wounds that we stitched up. We’ll leave the bandages on for a couple of days and then you are good to go.”



The girl smiled. “Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me,” she said.



“You are going to be ok,” Mithila said hugging her, “I’m always there for you.”



The girl hugged back. Mithila left the room, leaving her alone to rest. The girl smiled as she looked out of the window. The beautiful shining sun, the chirping birds and the city alive and buzzing around the hospital. She felt free after a long time. She gazed out of the window, enjoying the view of a free world to her heart’s content. She tried to think about her family, her home. She wanted to remember as soon as possible so that she could go home.



After sometime, she got back onto her bed and closed her eyes. Suddenly a vision hit her. She was locked inside a dark place. She could barely move. It was pitch dark; she couldn’t see a thing. She could barely breathe. She wanted to scream, but she hadn’t the strength. Feelings of helplessness overwhelmed her, there was nothing she could do. She drifted off to sleep. And then there was a sudden jerk. She woke up with a jolt. But she was still in the dark place, unable to move, unable to speak. For a moment she felt she was dead. But then she could feel her own breath. She felt the she was gently rocking, like floating in space. She wept silently, and slept again. This happened over and over again, she felt like she was trapped forever in this dark place.



And then she saw beams on light seeping in. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was trapped in a crate. She heard voices, there were people around her. And suddenly a lot of light flooded her eyes. Someone had opened the crate. She was nearly blinded by the sudden daylight after spending forever in darkness. A familiar face was smiling at her. A handsome young man, tall and fair, with beautiful hazel eyes. He looked weary and tired, but his face was gleaming with the joy of seeing her. He helped her out of the crate and hugged her.



“Meera,” he said, “We made it, we are free!”



The girl gave him a blank look. The long hours spent in darkness had affected her mentally.



“Hey, it’s me, Kabir,” he said, “Don’t be afraid, we are safe now.”



“Kabir…” she said, “I was so afraid, I thought I was going to die…”



“You are a tough girl Meera,” he said hugging her tightly.



Suddenly someone grabbed her hair from behind. “Tough girl needs one cock in each hole,” a man said as he dragged her away from Kabir.



“NO!” she screamed, “Let me go!”



Another man stepped in between and hit Kabir on the head instantly cracking open his skull and killing him on the spot.



The girl screamed hysterically as a group of men laughed as they held her tight while their leader loaded a syringe. “Once I put this thing in you, you will want to fuck every man in the world like a bitch in heat.”



************

The girl suddenly woke up from her sleep screaming wildly. She was sweating and trembling and extremely agitated. The nursed rushed to her room and injected a sedative in her vein and immediately called Dr. Mithila.



Mithila rushed towards the terrified girl and hugged her till she calmed down.



“I think my name is Meera,” she said.



“That’s a sweet name Meera,” Mithila said fondling her hair, “Did you have a bad dream Meera?”



“Dream or memory, I don’t know,” Meera said tearfully, “Or maybe just some made up shit from my fucked-up head.”



“It’s alright Meera,” Mithila said reassuringly holding her hand, “Whatever it may have been, you are safe now, and no one can hurt you, alright? And we will figure this out together.”



Meera nodded her head.



“Good, now tell me what did you see?” Mithila asked.



“I was locked up in a crate for a long time…” Meera said.



“A crate?” Mithila asked.



“Yes, and it was dark and I couldn’t breathe…and finally one man opened the crate. He looked familiar; he had these beautiful hazel eyes and he seemed to care about me. He hugged me; he was trying to comfort me, his accent was...different, had an Arabic touch to it…he said his name was Kabir.”



“Do you recognize this man?” Mithila asked, “Is he related to you? He is your family?”



“I don’t know…” Meera said, “But in his eyes, I saw…he really seemed to care about me…but then they killed him…”



“Who killed him?” Mithila asked.



“Some bad guys,” she said, “Their faces looked familiar but I don’t remember their names. They killed him and took me away. They wanted to…rape me. They injected something in me…and I don’t remember anything after that.”



Meera began to weep bitterly. Mithila hugged her and helped her calm down.



“Try to remember something more about Kabir, like his full name, what he did for a living. Maybe we would be able to find your family this way. Do you remember anything about where you lived?”



“I told you all that I could recall…” Meera said wiping tears from her eyes, “Sometimes I wish I really didn’t have to remember at all…I wish I could start my life afresh, like a clean slate...I wish I had no memory at all about my past…because all that I can remember are…bad things…”
started reading this mind jolting story... looks good; tastes hard...

the girl appears to be suffering from amnesia... temporary or permanent; only further accounts of the story would reveal....

amnesic or not... we all... at least... once in life... wish we really didn't have to remember at all and could start life afresh!!!

nice start... brave move for touching a sensitive issue... writing style is impressive... even very minute little things have been described with detail and lays foundation for a wonderful story.... 👍
 

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Mithila helped Meera lie down and sat next to her till she fell asleep.



Mithila kept Meera on mild sedatives so that her disturbing memories would be suppressed till her general condition improved. With every passing day, Meera was feeling better. She was recovering fast, like a wounded sparrow who was now fluttering her wings trying to take flight.



“How are you feeling Meera?” Mithila asked as she entered Meera’s room for routine rounds.



“I’m feeling good, alive,” Meera said with a smile.



“There’s something I need you to listen calmly,” Mithila said holding Meera’s hand, “We’ve found drugs in your blood, large doses of heroin and you are most likely addicted. Since you’ve been hospitalized here, I’ve been maintaining you on methadone so that you don’t suffer from withdrawal.”



“So, what happens to me now?” Meera asked with a sad face.



“After you are discharged from this hospital, we will be moving you to a rehab center. It is a beautiful place, a little away from the city, you’ll be safe there. You’ll have shelter, food and people taking care of you so that you get clean soon,” Mithila said.



“Will you be there?” Meera asked grabbing Mithila’s hand tightly.



“I’ll come visit you,” Mithila assured, “Dr. Keith will be looking after you there. He is a good doctor and a good friend of mine.”



“I have no money to pay for rehab, or the bill of this hospital either,” Meera said tearfully.



“Don’t worry about that sweetie,” Mithila assured, “I just want you to get well soon. I’ll be taking care of all your bills till we find your family.”



Meera’s eyes were filled with tears of gratitude and she hugged Mithila tightly, “I’ll go wherever you want me to go, I’ll do whatever you say, just stay with me a little longer…please…I’m all alone and I feel so scared…you have always been so kind to me…”



“Hey sweetie,” Mithila said reassuringly rubbing her back, “I am always here for you.”



“Could you hold my hand till I fall asleep?” Meera asked.



Mithila smiled and held her hand. Meera slowly drifted off to sleep. Mithila smiled at the sleeping girl and gently fondled her head. But soon she observed the Meera was restless. Her eyelids fluttered as if she was dreaming. And in less than a minute, she woke up and sat down on bed. She looked at Mithila with wide open eyes like she had seen a ghost.



“Are you okay girl?” Mithila asked.



Meera shook her head and sobbed bitterly.



“I can’t sleep Mithila. These bad dreams, they keep coming back. They don’t make any sense; I’m so fucked up in my head!” Meera screamed as she frantically began to hit her head with her hands, “Make these dreams go away Mithila! Make them go away!”



“Calm down Meera,” Mithila said holding her tightly, “It’s alright, we are going to figure this out, and we are going to make this stop. Tell me, what did you see?”



“I saw…a man, he had blue eyes…and there was another man; they seemed like best friends. And we were in this deserted place, these two men locked me in their car. You were there too, in my dream, Mithila, you were trying to help me…and then, that blue eyed man…he….” Meera started crying uncontrollably and couldn’t finish her sentence.



“What did he do?” Mithila asked.



“He stabbed you in the heart with a knife…you fell to the ground; you were still alive but he ripped out your still beating heart. I tried to scream, but this other man, he grabbed me from behind and smothered me, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t breathe, I tried to fight but he was too strong…and then everything went blank…” Meera said as she cried uncontrollably.



Mithila held Meera firmly trying to pacify her. “It’s alright dear, just a bad dream, we are both fine here, aren’t we?”



“Am I going crazy Mithila?” Meera asked.



“You are not crazy Meera,” Mithila said, “I would never invalidate your feelings or fears. Dreams aren’t entirely true, but they always have some connection to reality. The mind makes associations. Don’t be so hard on yourself Meera. Let time heal you. Everything is going to be ok.”



Meera smiled weakly.



“I’m increasing the dose of sedatives so that you sleep better, you need rest right now more than anything,” Mithila said



It was the third day since Meera was hospitalized. She had recovered almost completely now.



Meera was gazing out of the window, viewing the gleaming city. She was smiling, she was feeling free and peaceful. Mithila entered the room and she smiled lovingly at Mithila.



“How are you feeling now, Meera?” Mithila asked her with a smile.



“I’m feeling great actually,” Meera chirped, “There’s hardly any pain, and I’m feeling alive!”



“That’s wonderful,” Mithila said, “Any more bad dreams?”



“Thankfully, no, I could sleep well last night,” Meera said with a smile. Then she pointed at the bandages on her body, “But when do we get these off?”



Mithila’s smile suddenly faded. She held Meera’s hand gently and guided her to sit down on the bed.



“I need you to listen to me very calmly,” Mithila said to Meera, “I’m going to tell you something that may be disturbing to you, but I need you know to that I am here for you no matter what.”



Meera was now suddenly very worried.



“Do you have any kind of memory about any kind of tattoos that you may have had?” Mithila asked calmly.



“Tattoos?” Meera asked, as her expression suddenly became very grave. Her eyes were tearful and she suddenly looked very afraid. “I’ve been having these nightmares about...some very bad things written on my body…I thought it was just a bad dream…”



Mithila closed her eyes and took a deep breath.



“Meera…” Mithila spoke calmly, “There are some words written on your body…with permanent ink. But I’ve already spoken to a dermatologist, there are treatments available, it takes time, but we will get them off you completely.”



“You put up these bandages just to cover them up?” Meera asked touching the bandages on her body.



Mithila closed her eyes and nodded.



“I want to see them Mithila,” Meera said, “Could you take them off?”



“I will,” Mithila said. Then she cupped Meera’s face and said, “I just want you to remember that you are a very strong girl, ok?”



Meera nodded. Mithila gently peeled off the bandages from her body, revealing the degrading words to Meera. Meera tried to hold back her tears, but broke down eventually. She buried her face in her palms and wept bitterly.



“How could they do this to me?” Meera cried. She felt shattered from within.



“Perhaps they were trying to break you,” Mithila said rubbing her back, “But you are way too strong Meera.”



Meera suddenly got aggressive and pushed Mithila away, “Don’t touch me! I am dirty! I am a whore!”



Meera began to scream loudly and throw things around in the room. Her eyes were red with rage. Her aggression rapidly spiraled out on control as she screamed hysterically. Shattered glass was everywhere, and Meera had become a threat to herself and others around her if not quickly controlled. Mithila quickly rang the call bell and two nurses entered the room.



“Hold her down,” Mithila ordered as she loaded a syringe.



“NO!” Meera screamed, “NOT THE NEEDLE! NOT THE NEEDLE!”



The nurses held Meera down on the bed as she struggled violently.



“Easy, easy girl,” Mithila said as she injected a tranquilizer into her, “You are ok, you are ok…”



Within seconds Meera was subdued. Mithila asked the nurses to leave the room. She sat down on the bed next to Meera and cradled her head and lovingly ran her fingers through her hair.



Meera was barely conscious. But she felt the warmth of Mithila’s body and her loving touch. She responded by snuggling deeper into Mithila arms. “I love you Naina di,” Meera whispered before she drifted off to sleep.



Mithila realized that Meera just referred to her by the name 'Naina'. She guessed that perhaps Naina was someone close to Meera. Mithila made a mental note that she would ask Meera about Naina when her condition stabilizes. But at the moment, she just held Meera in her arms, gentle fondling her head till she fell asleep.



Mithila rested her back against the bed’s headboard, still holding Meera in her arms. She closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed but, she was suddenly awakened by Meera’s scream. Meera was sitting up on her bed trembling in fear. Her eyes were red and tearful and her lips trembled. Her heart was pounding in her chest.



“Shhhh” Mithila said comforting her, “Calm down sweetie…”



“I saw something Mithila…” Meera said in a trembling voice.



“What did you see?” Mithila asked, “Another nightmare?”



Meera was silent for one whole minute. Then she slowly turned her head towards Mithila and started narrating,



“I was in a room…its walls were wooden…

I was lying on the floor, on some kind of a rug. I was wearing a white dress, but it was torn obscenely and it barely covered my body…

and my head was spinning…and I couldn’t see clearly…

Then there was a man…he was naked…he was wearing this mask…with holes cut out for his eyes and lips…I recognize his eyes, I recognize his voice…I’ve certainly seen him before…

He’s started touching me…he touched my breasts…started playing with me nipples…

He disgusts me, I wanted his hands off me, I wanted him to stop touching me, but I was helpless…

I felt a pleasurable sensation in my nipples, I couldn’t stop him from pleasuring me…

I wanted him to go away…but he kept playing with my breasts…and I felt heat growing between my legs…my legs slowly open up…I felt ashamed, I didn’t want any of this…

“When I first saw you at Queen’s Heart, you used to be such a prude, bitch,” he whispered in my ears, “Now look at you…a shamless slut with her legs wide open all wet and horny ready to be fucked…”

My body betrayed me…I felt a tingle in my pussy hearing his degrading words…

He ordered me to get on fours…and I obeyed…

He got on top of me and I feel his cock enter my pussy…and started fucking me…

“You…are…nothing…but…a…cock…hungry…hole” He said this over and over again!

Over and over again!

Over and over again!

Over and over again!

Over and over again!

Over and over again!



And then something happened to me…something snapped!”



Meera was frozen with fear as she finished her narration.



Mithila hugged her gently rubbed her back.



“Mithila,” Meera said calmly, “We need to go back to the place where you first found me.”



“Hey girl,” Mithila tried to comfort her, “You are safe now. You don’t need to go anywhere. Those bad guys can’t hurt you anymore.”



“No, you don’t understand,” Meera said looking straight into her eyes, “That wasn’t a nightmare. It was a memory from the night you first found me. The blood you had seen on my clothes, it wasn’t mine.”
amazingly described condition of a traumatic patient... I don't know if the writer is into clinical psychology or not but she surly knows very important details; methadone for treating addicts and other related details... another one... "mind makes associations..."

to me the most intriguing part of this episode is talking about the filthy remarks or tattoos... one's soul gets scars from abuses and it becomes nightmare if one has to carry those abusive remarks on the body... like Meera has to suffer...

impressive writing style... the mind jolting details are continuing... let's see what unfolds....
 

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“Meera,” Mithila said looking at her in disbelief, “What are you…NO...it can’t be..”



“We will never know for sure unless we get there,” Meera said, “And we need to leave NOW!”



“No, I’m not doing this!” Mithila said.



“Fine,” Meera said with determination, “Then I’ll go on my own.”



Meera got up and began to leave.



“Wait, you can’t leave,” Mithila said blocking her way.



“Are you really going to do this to me Mithila?” Meera asked tearfully.



Mithila didn’t reply. Meera slumped down on the bed and wept bitterly.



“Hey sweetheart,” Mithila said fondling her head, “I really care about you and I know you’ve been through a lot. I just don’t want you to suffer anymore.”



“And how exactly do you plan to do that? By keeping me in la-la land forever? By making me believe everything is perfect and beautiful?” Meera said sternly, “If something happened to me, I deserve to know!”



Mithila wasn’t convinced but the desperate look on Meera’s face made her reconsider.



“Okay,” she said, “I’ll take you there. But you have been admitted in this hospital and I can’t just take an inpatient out for a stroll. You’ve got to do as I say.”



Meera nodded eagerly.



Mithila picked up the phone in the ward and made a call. “Hello, this is Dr. Mithila Rai. Patient in 406 needs a CT scan urgently. She needs to be taken to the Malad branch for the same. I’ve already arranged an ambulance, arrange for the patient to be shifted.”



Then she looked at Meera and said, “Once the nurse arrives, just sit in the wheelchair. She will escort you till the gate of the hospital. Then get inside the ambulance.”



Meera nodded. Mithila then left the room.



She did as she was told. She was escorted by a nurse up to the gate. An ambulance arrived and Meera got into the ambulance. She was anxious. After some time, the ambulance pulled over in a secluded spot. The driver opened the door for Meera.



“That car,” he said, pointing towards a car.



Meera slowly walked towards the car and was relieved to see Mithila in the driver’s seat. She quickly got in the car. They drove on the dark road for quite some time. Both women were silent throughout.



“I’m not sure where exactly I found you, I just remember there was a gas station somewhere here…yes that one!” Mithila said looking at the gas station, “approximately 5 minutes’ drive from here….”



Mithila drove a little further and stopped at a secluded spot and looked at Meera. She had been quiet the whole time.



“I need a flashlight,” Meera said calmly.



Mithila looked at Meera anxiously for a moment and handed over a flashlight to her



“Turn off the headlights, stay in the car,” Meera said, “If you sense danger, leave immediately. Don’t wait for me.”



“Are you sure about this Meera?” Mithila asked nervously.



“I’ll never be ok till I face my demons,” Meera said calmly and stepped out of the car and walked into the dark forest.



Memories of that night kept flashing before her eyes. She knew she was held in some kind of a wooden cabin. She kept walking through the woods. The night was brighter than the night she had escaped. The moon was brighter, and she could see better. At a distance she found a ruined wooden structure. There was a small pond nearby. A memory flash hit her.



*********************



Meera was naked and intoxicated and a man was holding her.



“She’s starting to stink now,” another man said, “Don’t you ever wash her?”



“Yeah, we were so busy using her thoroughly, we never had the time,” the man holding her said, “Besides, the slut loves a cum bath more than anything else.”



“Bring her over here,” another man said, “We’ll wash the dirty slut real good and make her dirty again.”



All the man laughed as they dragged her into the pond.



“Care for a swim slut?” a man said as he pushed her head under water. Meera struggled violently for breath.



********************



Meera snapped out of the memory flash and fell down on her knees trying to catch her breath. She rested her back against a tree for a while, trying to compose herself. Once she felt better, she gazed at the wooden cabin.



With trembling steps, she walked towards the cabin. As she pushed open the door, she could smell the revolting stench of a rotting body. She shone the flashlight across the room. She found a man’s decomposing body, with a head would that had bled profusely. He was wearing a mask. She pulled up a part of the mask to have a look at his face but the stab wounds were so deep, his face was smashed beyond recognition. There were wounds on his neck too, possibly deep wounds, cutting through his carotids that made him bleed to death. She found the man’s clothes lying nearby. She searched his pockets and found his wallet. Along with his credit cards, she found an ID in it. She always had strong feeling that she knew him.



She continued searching the room. She found the man’s phone placed strategically on the table. The way the phone was positioned, it appeared as if it was set to record a video of the room. The moment she touched the phone, she got a sudden memory flash.



***************

Meera was lying intoxicated on the rug. The front of her dress was torn exposing her breasts completely. He had raised her dress above her waist and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Both of her degrading tattoos were clearly visible.



“Look here and smile for the camera,” the man said with a grin as he clicked the picture.



Meera was barely oriented to what was happening around her. She flinched due to the camera flash.



“I’m going to record a video while I fuck you and I’m gonna show it to all the people who know you back at Queen’s Heart so that everyone knows what a slut you are!” he said as he adjusted the phone camera to focus on the helplessly exposed Meera and pressed the record button.



**************



Meera snapped out of the flashback and picked up the man’s phone. Its battery was dead. She put the phone in her pocket.



The room was a complete mess and the stink was unbearable. Meera found a broken glass bottle near the corpse with blood stains on it. She used a cloth to clean up any fingerprints that she might have left. She looked around and found a kerosene stove. Perhaps it was being used to cook the simple meals that she was given while she was kept there. There was a large can of kerosene nearby.



Meera doused each and every object in the room in kerosene. She found the man’s cigarette lighter lying nearby. She set the whole cabin ablaze.



She stood at a distance for some time watching the fire consume the whole cabin. She watched the wooden framework crumble and fall. She didn’t know why, but she felt peaceful watching the place burn.



She started walking back towards the spot where Mithila had dropped her. The cabin was quite off the road, it took Meera almost an hour to find Mithila’s car. She quickly got into the passenger’s seat and said, “Drive, be quick.”



Mithila had a lot of questions for Meera. “Thank God you are OK! I was starting to get worried; you’ve been gone for more than 2 hours. What happened back there?” she asked.



Meera didn’t answer her right away. She took the man’s phone and connected it to a charging post in Mithila car. The phone began to charge.



“His name was Ajeet Rathod, he was a manager at Queen's Heart Bar,” Meera said, handing over the man’s ID and to Mithila for her to have a quick look, “I remember having had an argument with him at Queen's heart bar. He had misbehaved with me and Kabir had roughed him up.”



Mithila suddenly stopped the car and looked at Meera in horror. “You mean you….seriously?”



Meera just nodded serenely.



“What? When?” Mithila asked.



“3 nights ago,” Meera said, “The night you first found me…like I said, all that blood, it wasn’t mine. By the way, keep driving, this isn’t a good place to stop.”



Mithila could barely process the shock. But she started the car and drove ahead.



“So, what did you find in that cabin?” Mithila asked.



“The man’s body, it had started decomposing already. Apart from that some usual things, like the rug on which I was lying, his clothes, some of his other belongings, some used condoms, some needles, some drugs, some food, the usual stuff.” Meera said casually, “It doesn’t matter though, I burned everything down.”



“You did what?” Mithila asked in shock.



“I burned the place down,” Meera said calmly, “What else did you expect me to do? My fingerprints and DNA were all over the place. And, I hope you do realize that you need to get your car thoroughly cleaned up.”



Mithila could barely speak after that. She just kept driving quietly.



“I understand you are curious Mithila,” Meera said serenely, “But after seeing what I saw there, and everything that I remember so far, I am feeling a sense of calm…like I’m not afraid anymore.”



Meera then turned on the man’s phone that has enough charge now, “Let’s see if we find something interesting in the gentleman’s phone…hmmm, it’s locked!”



Mithila was still in shock. She just kept driving as Meera tried the usual passwords, like the man’s name, his date of birth but nothing seemed to work.



Meera examined his wallet carefully with her flashlight. The man had a family photo in his wallet with his wife and a teenage daughter. On looking closely, Meera found an inscription on the wallet, “To the best dad in the world – Love Tara.”



Meera typed in “Tara” and the phone unlocked. “The sweet love of a child,” she said as she began to access the man’s phone.



She found the video she had expected.



“Find a good place to park,” Meera said to Mithila, “This is something I think you should see.”



Mithila pulled over at a secluded spot and Meera played the video.



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Meera was lying intoxicated on the rug, obscenely exposed.



The man set up the video and walked towards Meera. He was wearing a mask to hide his identity. He grabbed her hair and dragged her towards the camera.



“Let’s show that pretty face to the camera first,” he said, forcing her to face the camera, “Tell everyone, what’s your name?”



Meera was so intoxicated she barely knew what was going on. The man tapped her cheeks roughly and shouted, “Say your name slut!”



“Meera…” she muttered. Her body hardly had any tone, she was on the verge of collapsing any moment.



“Now show everyone your boobs,” he ordered as he pulled away the rags of clothes covering her breasts and made her arch her back obscenely thrusting her ample breasts forwards. “Now read what is written on your boobs,” he said with a grin.



Sensing her hesitation, he roughly pulled her hair making her squeal. “You can read, can’t you, dumb slut? Read the damn word aloud for everyone!”



“Whore…” she gasped.



“Is that what you are? You would fuck any man for money, won’t you?” he asked as he cupped her breasts and gently began playing with her nipples. “You would let any man touch you anywhere on your slut body, even your most intimate parts, won’t you?” he said, adding to her humiliation.



Meera’s body began to respond to the stimulation. She began to moan and breathe heavily, making her breasts rise and fall. The masked man now began to squeeze her breasts, heightening her arousal. He smiled as he observed the camera capture Meera’s pleasurable expressions and moans. She even began to move her hips rhythmically as her body prepared for intercourse. He knew that he could control and humiliate her for the rest of her life with his video.



“Do you like my hand on your boobs?” he asked as he began to sensually stroke her nipples, “Do you like me touching your nipples like…this?



“Yes..” Meera gasped.



“Do you know me, Meera?” the man asked, continuously teasing her nipples driving her mad with pleasure, “Do you know my name?”



“No..” she said.



“So, you would let any man play with your boobs like that and enjoy it like a slut?” he asked, lightly twisting her nipples.



Meera just moaned in response.



“Now lift your dress and show your pussy to everyone,” he ordered.



Meera now had no control over herself. The drug in her veins and the sexual pleasure made her completely lose touch with reality. She lifted her dress and exposed her crotch for the camera.



“So desperate now,” the man said with a laugh, “At least, in the beginning you had some shame, now you are showing everyone what a desperate whore you are.”



He picked up his phone and focused the camera again in her face to capture her wanting expression. He took a close up of her exposed breasts and brought the camera down between her legs. He gently parted her cunt lips to expose her pussy and asshole to the camera. Hey pussy was dripping wet and her clit was engorged. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, making her moan wildly.



“You are willingly showing off your most private parts to the camera,” he said sensually rubbing her clit, “You want everyone to know what a slut you are, don’t you?”



Meera could barely comprehend what he was saying. All she could feel was the skillful stimulation of her clit, driving her crazy with pleasure. “Yes..I want this..” she gasped.



The man slipped a finger inside her wet pussy and it slipped in easily. “Not so tight I see,” he said sensually moving his finger in and out of her, “How many men have fucked your pussy?”



“I don’t know…” she gasped as she moaned in pleasure of the sensual finger fuck.



“What about your ass?” he said as he inserted his lubricated finger in her ass.



“I don’t know…” she said again.



“Lost count already?” the man laughed, “Such a slut!”



“Read this…” the man ordered her pointing towards her pussy tattoo.



When Meera hesitated, he sharply pinched her clit making her groan. “Cock..hungry..hole..” she gasped.



“Care to show me where exactly this hole is?” the man said with a smile.



Meera was now desperate and she began fingering her pussy. The man captured every moment of her degradation on camera. He smiled at the thought of showing the video to all the people who knew her and humiliating her thoroughly.



He roughly pulled her finger out of her pussy and slapped her boobs. “Shameless slut,” he said, “Get on all fours like a bitch and beg to be fucked.”



Meera got on all fours. The man began to rub the tip of his hard cock against her desperate pussy. He positioned the camera right in front of her face so that her desperate expressions could be captured. He teased her by continuously rubbing his cock against her pussy but never penetrating it. He teased her till she could take it no more.



“Please fuck me…” she begged.



“What was that?” the man said, “I couldn’t hear you. Louder please.”



“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed.



Satisfied at her humiliation, the man rammed the entire length of his cock inside her and began to fuck her hard. Meera had an orgasm within seconds. She grunted like an animal and wildly thrust her hips backwards, meeting his thrusts.



“Wow!” he said as he continued fucking her, “You look so beautiful when you cum. What’s your boyfriend’s name again? Ah yes, Kabir! Does he know how many men you are fucking here? I’m definitely gonna show this to him. Can you imagine how he is going to feel when he finds out that his sweetheart Meera is actually just a cock hungry whore.”



Something about the mention of Kabir triggered Meera. She began to get agitated trying to move away from the man, but he grabbed her hips as he fucked her hard and deep.



“I’m gonna tell him,” he said as he neared his orgasm, “How good this pussy feels and how willingly you let me fuck you. Why, Kabir can actually see it himself how you desperately begged me to fuck you…and your beautiful expressions when you came on my cock...”



Meera’s eyes shot open. It was like she jolted out of a trance. The camera still recording the act, now recorded the feeling of shame and guilt on her face. But those feelings were quickly replaced with anger. The kind of anger that would make her explode. The man continued to fuck her roughly calling her degrading names.



“STOP! STOP!!” she screamed.



“Shut up bitch,” the man growled, “You’ve had your fun already. This will stop only when I am done.”



Meera was extremely frantic and struggled violently. The man held her down and continued fucking her. But that didn’t slow her down. She managed to break free from his grip with all her strength. Her face was boiling with rage. The wrath overtook her conscious thinking and she grabbed an empty whiskey bottle and smashed it on his head. She rapidly stabbed the man’s face, neck with the broken bottle. The man screamed and fell down. He tried to stop Meera but her anger had given her extraordinary strength. She sat up on his chest and continued stabbing him rapidly. Blood spurted all over, and the man’s dying screams only seem to fuel her. She stabbed him at least a hundred times, and continued stabbing him even after he had stopped breathing.



Then she collapsed next to him. She was still breathing but all her energies had been drained. She lay there for a few minutes and helped herself to her feet. She then walked out of the door, out of the camera’s field.



After sometime in the video, another man entered the cabin. His eyes shot wide open as he saw the man lying lifeless in a pool of his own blood.



The man hastily made a phone call.



“The girl…she..she..escaped,” the man stuttered, trembling in fear “And the client…is dead…she murdered him, that bloody bitch!”



There was a brief pause.



“I’m sorry boss, I shouldn’t have left them alone…the client wanted some drinks I just went to get them…” the man said.



Another brief pause.



“Yes…yes…of course, I’m going into the woods right away…I’ll…I’ll find her….but what about the body?” the man asked.



Another brief pause.



“Okay…okay…” the man said and rushed out of the cabin.



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The video ran for another 4 hours. There was no movement in the cabin. The man never came back. The phone’s battery died and the video ended.
Many intriguing questions have been answered... yet the mystery haunts...

amazing writing style... wonderful description of events... flow of events appeared even... again my observation that the writer has some hands on experience on psychology...
 

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“I think no one entered the cabin after that,” Meera said, “And perhaps they orders were to find me first and then to deal with the body. Perhaps something happened to this man while he was looking for me.”



Mithila was completely shaken. “I don’t know what to say Meera, this is all too much for me.”



“I understand,” Meera said giving her a gentle side hug, “But it is what it is. We can’t change any of this. But you don’t have to worry Mithila. You are a sweetheart. You are an angel for me, and you have done what no one else ever has. I have another request. Please drive me to Queen’s Heart bar in Colaba, I think I worked there. Perhaps I’ll remember something more.”



Mithila began to drive towards Colaba. It was a long way ahead. It took almost 2 hours for them to reach their destination. Both women were very quiet all along.



Finally, they reached Queen’s Heart. The place was alive and buzzing with people. The lights and the music brought back Meera’s suppressed memories. She just remained very quiet and gazed that the bar’s entrance with moist eyes, remembering all the bittersweet moments she spent there. A tear rolled down her cheek as she stepped out of the car without saying a word to Mithila.



“Where are you going Meera?” Mithila asked, but Meera didn’t respond.



Meera kept walking towards the bar. She stared the entrance for a moment and then turned left. Mithila followed her quietly through the narrow lanes and alleys. On the way Mithila kept trying to talk the her by Meera didn’t say a word. She kept walking, like she knew the way. Finally, she turned into one narrow alley and arrived at a building. It looked like an old structure in a congested locality. The paint over the walls had peeled off at places. The building appeared so rickety, looked like it could collapse any time. Meera quietly walked upstairs to the second floor and stood in front of room no 203. Mithila was following her.



There were a few potted plants near the door. Meera reached into one of the plants and found a key. She opened the door with the key and entered the room. It was a humble apartment. She entered the apartment, and touched the object in the room fondly, with a faint smile on her face, as if remembering them. And then a painful memory hit her like lightning.



Her own screams echoed in her ears. She placed her palms over her ears in a desperate attempt to make it stop. She ran outside the door, down the stairs. Mithila tried to follow her but Meera was too fast. Within seconds she was out of her sight.



“Meera!” Mithila called out, “Meera, where are you?”



It was late night and there was no one on the street. There were dark alleys all around her, Mithila felt like she was trapped in some kind of a maze. She kept calling out Meera’s name but didn’t get a response. She started looking for Meera at each and every corner or the area.



Finally, she turned into one dark alley and she heard sobbing noises. She found a dumpster there and carefully tiptoed around it. She found Meera hiding next to the dumpster, curled up and sobbing bitterly.



“Hey there girl,” Mithila said rubbing her shoulder, “What are you doing here? Let’s get you back to the hospital.”



“I remember now Mithila,” Meera said tearfully, “I was hiding here that night, this was the last place I felt safe before…they found me…”


Mithila helped Meera to her feet and hugged her. “You are safe now sweetheart,” Mithila said, “Come let’s get you into the car.”



Meera took tiny steps as Mithila supported her. She felt…empty, like all her energy had been drained away. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks and ran back towards the dumpster and began to search something underneath it. Her eyes gleamed as she found it and began to reach for it.



“What is it Meera?” Mithila asked.



“My phone,” she said and she grabbed it and got up dusting her clothes. “The battery is dead, but I’m sure it will still work. The phone dropped out of my hand when they dragged me away and slid underneath here…I was talking to Kabir…I had called him for help…” a tear rolled down her eyes as Meera spoke.



Mithila wiped off her tears and slowly guided Meera back to the car. “We need to get you back to the hospital,” she said as she started driving.



Meera quietly gazed out of the window for a long time. When she had gathered enough strength, she spoke.



“I remember a few things now Mithila, not everything but just a few things. The dream about the crate, it was real. Me and Kabir, we landed on the coast of Mumbai about 4 months ago. I believe we were escaping from some place, that is why we had to travel on a cargo ship inside a crate. I really don’t remember anything before this point. Travelling inside a crate was a disturbing experience and I don’t know how many days we were in there. Perhaps I was drugged so that I don’t freak out. Once we landed here, the crate in which I was hiding was unloaded on the docks. Kabir helped me out of the crate. I couldn’t remember anything, but Kabir comforted me…”



Mithila was listening patiently. “Go on,” she said.



Meera started narrating her story…



“He was a few years elder to me, he was like my guardian. He told me we used to be slaves somewhere in a gulf country. Kabir’s looks and Arabic accent made me feel that he was perhaps a native of one of the middle Eastern countries. But he wouldn’t tell me anything more than that. I often asked him about where I came from, where my family was, and who I was really. But he never told me anything. All he would say is that I was sold as a slave when I was very young and he watched them do horrible things to me. I asked him about the degrading words written on my body, and he said back when I was a slave in the gulf, my Masters marked me as some sort of a punishment. But he never told me why I was punished. The more he watched me suffer, the stronger his feelings grew for me and the stronger the determination to help me escape.”



“Now we were in Mumbai, we weren’t slaves anymore, we were free! I still remember the evening we set foot in this city; it was perhaps the most beautiful moment of my life. I was with my Kabir, I remember that beautiful sunset I saw sitting next to him holding his hand, the mark of a new life for us.”



“But the joy was transient. Soon cold and hunger consumed our happiness. We had to make a living, we had to feed ourselves. We spent the rest of the evening walking around the city approaching various establishments for a job, no matter how menial, we were ready to do it. And finally, we found a bar by the name Queen’s Heart, who needed waiters. Me and Kabir instantly agreed for the job. The bar’s manager was a pervert and kept making passes at me but as long as Kabir was around, he wouldn’t cross the line.”



“There I met Sharon. She was also a waitress at the bar. She was very sweet. She let me share her room and found a place for Kabir to stay too, with some of her male colleagues. The new job brought a new wave of happiness in our lives. We had money, we had a decent place to live, we felt truly free.”



“Sharon was a lovely girl. Me and her, we became kind of best friends. She told me about herself. She was from a village near Goa. She had lost her father at a young age and her mother and 2 siblings depended on her. So, she had moved to Mumbai, so she could make some money for her family. We got along really well, we used to hang out, go the malls, salons, do a lot of girl stuff together. We shared secrets and we became the best of friends. And I had Kabir too. Kabir and me, we got to spend a lot of time with each other. Our fondness grew and we fell in love. And one day, Kabir proposed me!”



Meera blushed as she remembered that moment.



“And I said yes, of course…we had dreams you know, of living a life together, so sharing all joys and sorrows and maybe have children…”



Meera’s eyes suddenly became tearful. Meera switched on her phone that had charged enough by now. She showed pictures of herself and Sharon to Mithila. “And that is Kabir, my darling.” She said showing Mithila a picture of Kabir.



Mithila looked at Meera’s face. She had the brightest of smile on her face as she talked about Kabir. Her eyes gleamed with joy as she recalled the beautiful moments spent with him. Mithila smiled looking at Meera’s joyful face.



“Everything was fine until one day, Sharon just left in the wee hours of the night. She just sent me a text – “Mom’s sick, gotta go home.” I tried to call her but her phone was switched off,” Meera continued her narration.



“Few hours after she left, there was a rude knock on her door. I looked at the time, it was 3 am. I wondered who could be knocking like that on the door.



“Who is it?” I asked.



“Open the door bitch!” one man shouted.



I was alerted and grabbed my phone. Suddenly the door flung open. The men had kicked open the door. I was terrified seeing four men barge into my flat.



“Where is she?” the man asked her roughly.



“Who?” I asked.



“Sharon! Where is she?” the man asked again. He signalled the other three men to search for her in the apartment.



“She left for home in the morning,” I said in utter confusion, “Her mother is sick.”



“That lying piece of shit!” the man growled, “She disappeared with a large packet of heroin she was supposed to deliver.”



I couldn’t believe my ears. I had never imagined that Sharon was involved with drug dealers.



“Take her instead,” the man said, “she’ll do just fine.”



“What?” I screamed her eyes wide open in horror, “Why me? I had nothing to do with this…please let me go.”



“Do you know the cost of the packet Sharon stole?” the man growled, “You are going to recover those costs for us.”



“No please…” I begged as the men dragged me out of the door and down the stairs, “Please let me go…please…”



“Hold her,” one of the men said, “We’ll get the car.”



Two men held me while the other two, left to get their car. I was still in shock, I could barely realize what was happening. But I knew this was my only chance of escaping. I used all my strength to struggle free from their grip and ran as fast as could. I turn into a dark alley but I could not run further as there was a dead end. I tried to retrace my steps, but I heard those men talking, “Where the fuck did she go? Find her at any cost! Spread out, search in each and every alley!”



I knew I had to hide. I could never outrun them. I found a dumpster in that alley. I hid behind it. I was trembling in fear. I had my phone with me, I tried to call Kabir, but he didn’t answer. I called him again and again but still there was no answer. I started to type a text but he called back. I answered almost immediately, but I guess one of the goons heard my phone ringing and started rapidly approaching me.



“You OK Meera?” Kabir asked.



“Kabir…some men are after me…it’s because of Sharon, she was involved with drug dealers…and now she’s gone leaving me alone and...now they are after me…please help…me please…”



“Where are you now?” he asked.



“I’m hiding in an alley near my apartment near the…,” I could barely complete my sentence when I saw one of those men standing right in front of me and screamed.





“Found her! Over here!” he shouted out to the other men.



The man grabbed me roughly and dragged me out. My phone dropped out of my hand and slipped under the dumpster. He slapped me multiple times and said, “Shut the fuck up bitch, the more noise you make, the worse this is going to be for you.”



“We need to drag her for quite some distance,” another man said, “These alleys are too narrow for the car.”



“Walk quietly or I slit your throat,” the man holding me said holding a knife to my throat.



I had no choice. I walked with them up to their car. Just as they were about to drag me in, I saw a bike’s headlight. It was Kabir!



“Kabir!” I screamed, “Help me!”



“Quick get her in,” said one man pushing me inside the car and they drove off.



Kabir followed us relentlessly. As long as I could see him, my heart was at peace.



“What the hell does he think he is doing?” one of them commented looking at me, “Ask him to back off or he loses his life.”



“Please let me go,” I begged.



“That is just not possible girl,” the man said calmly taking out a gun, “Ask him to stop following us or I’ll have to shoot him.”



“No! No! please don’t,” I begged, “Please don’t hurt him…”



“Then tell him to fuck off,” he ordered.



I leaned towards the car’s window and saw Kabir following closely. I couldn’t hold back my tears. “Stop following,” I said to him, “They’ll shoot you if you don’t!”



“No Meera, I can’t let them take you,” Kabir said.



“Please Kabir, don’t risk your life for me…I love you, I need you…” I said.



Kabir seemed to consider it for a moment and slowed down.



“Don’t be a dickhead!” the man from the front seat barked, “Shoot him while you still can. This guy could cause trouble.”



“NO! NO! PLEASE DON’T” I screamed as loud as I could but the man pulled me inside the car and fired his gun. A single bullet was fired from his gun, and in less than a second…I lost everything. I tried to look through the rear window, I saw Kabir fallen on the road lying in a pool of his blood. I could not even take a proper look at him, the car just sped away.



“Now look what you did to your lover boy,” the man said to me, “He is dead because of you.”



Something broke within me that instant. I should have never made that phone call. Kabir died because of me. He died! Just like that! All our dreams shattered in an instant. I felt like I had lost all strength. My Kabir was gone. I was completely at the mercy of these men now. I had no energy left to struggle anymore. I just closed my eyes and wept quietly.



They drove for almost an hour and finally dragged me out. It was a secluded warehouse in the outskirts of a city. The fact that they didn’t bother blindfolding me, I knew they weren’t going to let me go alive ever. I had no complaints…it was ok if they were going to kill me after they were done using me, I just hoped, the sooner the better. At least that way I could be with Kabir, I could tell him how much I love him, and that I am sorry.



The men dragged me and pushed me in front of another man who seemed to be their leader.



“Sharon escaped,” one of the men said to their leader, “So we brought her instead.”



“Hmmm..” the leader said scanning me from head to toe. He lifted my chin to have a good look at my face and asked, “What’s your name girl?”



“Meera,” I replied. I couldn’t hold back my tears.



The man grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, he started running his hand gently through my hair.


“You look like a sweet girl Meera,” he said wiping my tears, “Look at that innocent face.”



He started sliding my dress off my shoulders. I felt crushed being stripped in front of so many men. I resisted him.



“What’s the matter?” he spoke in his typical soft tone, “All these men are going to fuck you eventually, so there’s nothing to be shy about.”



“Please don’t…” I begged.



“Would you rather have us tear it down?” he asked again softly with a smile.



I felt utterly helpless. I was drowning in shame as he made one of his men pull down my dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was standing wearing only my panties in front of 5 men. And now they could see the degrading words written on my body.



“Woah!” the leader exclaimed running his hand over my tattoos, “What the hell! What’s your story girl? Who did this to you?”



“I don’t know, I don’t remember,” I said as tears continuously poured from my eyes.



“Hmmm…so someone fucked you up real good and then messed up your head so that you don’t remember a thing…interesting. That’s what created this rare magic of an innocent face with the body of a slut,” he said, “I so badly want to fuck you girl…”



He grabbed my hair and forced a kiss. He then grabbed my arm and took me to a room nearby. There was a bed there covered with dirty sheets. He made me lie down on the bed and roughly pulled off my panties.



“Open your legs and let me see your holes,” he ordered.



I just couldn’t. The shame was too much. He sharply pinched my ass and said, “Understand one thing girl, from now onwards, you are just a piece of flesh to be used and this is going to be your life. The quicker you learn to obey commands, the better this miserable little life is going to be for you.”



Realizing I had no choice, I obeyed his command.



He bent over to have a close look at my pussy and ass. “Hmm…,” he said, “definitely not a virgin. Do you remember how many men have fucked you till now?”



I had no answer to his humiliating question. I just closed my eyes and shook my head.



“Even if you knew,” he said with a smirk, “you are about to lose count now.”



He tied a tourniquet on my arm.



“What are you doing?” I asked nervously.



“Giving you a shot to ease you up…” he said loading a syringe.



“Please no, not that…” I said desperately trying to get away from him.



He grabbed my ankle and roughly pulled me towards him. “Your body is mine to use as I please,” he growled, “and if I want to give you a shot you take that shot get it? Eventually you’ll realize this is actually mercy. I really don’t want to hurt you girl, physically or mentally. That would be bad for business.”



He pricked the needle in skin and the very next moment I felt a cold fluid enter my vein. It instantly reached my brain and my vision became hazy. It was a trance-like state, I could no longer tell what is real. I felt him crawl on top of me, he was naked too. He smiled at me and started nibbling my neck. I had completely lost control over my body. I felt like I was floating, like I was lying on a cloud. He started nibbling my nipples and waves of pleasure started shooting towards my pussy. I could feel the heat gather between my legs. My body began to crave his touch. My hands were all over his body, my fingernails digging into his skin, pulling him towards me. I grabbed his hair and pushed his head harder against my breasts. The maddening pleasure made me moan uncontrollably.



I felt his hard cock against my pussy. My pussy was profusely wet and my clit was swollen with desire. He was teasing me. He rubbed his hard tip against my pussy. To add to my desperation, he started rubbing both my nipples with his thumbs. He was smiling at the desperate moans that escaped my lips.



“The men outside can hear you, you know…” he teased, “You are moaning real loud, like a bitch in heat.”



At the point, I didn’t really care. I had surrendered to by body’s desires. I began to rhythmically began to thrust my hips to trying to meet his.



“Such a desperate slut,” he said as he began to insert his cock inside me slowly, inch by inch.



He loved this slow torture. He smirked as he watched my face contort with desire and my eyes beg for more. He slowly began to thrust in and out of me. I was drowning in ecstasy. The pleasure was so much, I never wanted him to stop. Whatever was left of my conscious mind was utterly ashamed of myself. Perhaps I could never look myself in the eye for enjoying this degradation, but it was beyond my control. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to thrust upwards. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, I wanted to feel him explode. The thought itself was driving me insane, and drove me to the most intense orgasm I ever had. Everything faded into background and all I could feel was his hot hard rod going in and out of me. I don’t know how long that orgasm lasted but as long as it did, I felt like heaven.



My body relaxed after the orgasm, but I was still lying all wide open and spread out for him to continue fucking me for as long as he wanted. I just so badly wanted him to cum in me. But he decided something else. When he neared his orgasm, he withdrew his cock and came on my face. He loved the fact that it instantly made look like a slut.



The sexual pleasures died down pretty quickly and shame and humiliation took over as he called his men in the room and let them have a look at me lying naked, exposed with a cum covered face. They jeered and me and took pictures of me in humiliating positions.



“All yours now..” the leader said as he walked out of the room.



“NO! NO!...please…” I begged as all four of them ganged up on me at once.



“Relax cunt, you’ll do just fine, you are a habitual slut, you just don’t know it,” he said with a grin.



I looked at all four of them in horror and screamed in fear.



“All right, give her another shot and be gentle,” the leader ordered his men, “Don’t damage her,”



One of the men then approached me with another syringe. Once the drug was in my vein, I was almost unconscious. I could just feel multiple hands over my body, my nipples being continuously played, and I was repeatedly penetrated in my pussy, ass and mouth. I don’t even know how long the ordeal lasted but once it was done, I was glad that I could finally rest.



I really don’t remember clearly what happened after that, but they held me captive and forced themselves on me one after the other multiple times. After a few days, I vaguely remember that they moved me to the cabin in the woods. They kept me on drugs most of the time, so I don’t remember clearly but I know that I was forced to have sex with multiple men. I just have bits and pieces of memories. The most recent memory I have is of that night you found me, almost 3 nights ago.



Meera checked the call logs on her phone to check when she made the last call to Kabir. “2 weeks,” she said to Mithila, “They held me captive for 2 weeks. I am sure they never meant to let me go alive, but I guess I am lucky that I could escape.”



Mithila noticed that Meera had become jittery and drew her arms and legs closer. She suddenly felt very cold. She began to shiver and she felt an ache in her muscles that kept growing by the minutes.


“What’s happening to me, Mithila?” she asked in a trembling voice.



“It’s the withdrawal,” Mithila said as she pulled over the car. She picked up a blanket from the backseat and wrapped it around the trembling girl, “We need to get you to the hospital quickly. And after that you might need rehab. The drugs they’ve been pumping in you were highly addictive.”



“Am I going to be okay?” Meera asked.



“Of course,” Mithila said handing over a pill to her with some water, “Take this, you’ll feel better. Just hang in tight, while I drive you back to the hospital.”



After some time Meera began to feel better. She took off the blanket, and rested her back against the car’s seat, gazing the fast moving city from the car’s window. There was a storm in her heart and so many things running in her head, but her expression was calm.



“Do you remember someone named Naina?” Mithila asked quickly gazing at Meera.



Meera thought for a moment and replied, “Not at the moment, why do you ask?”



“Last night after I injected you with a tranquilizer and you fell asleep in my arms, you referred to me as “Naina”.



“Is it?” Meera said taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember…”



“It’s alright,” Mithila said with a faint smile, “Just close your eyes and try to relax. We’ll be there soon.”



Soon they reached the hospital. Meera was feeling weak, she could barely walk. Mithila ordered a nurse to get a wheel chair for her. As the nurse was taking Meera back to the ward, the receptionist called out to her.



“Miss. Meera,” she said, “Your brother was here to see you.”



Meera and Mithila shot each other a nervous look.



“My brother?” Meera asked.



“Yes,” the receptionist, “Mr. Aryan Sinha, he was eager to see you. I informed him that you were taken to another hospital for a CT scan and that you would return soon. He said he’ll come back and visit you in the morning.”



“Can you show me how he looked like? I have a little trouble with my memory,” Meera requested.



The receptionist looked and Mithila and Mithila nodded in approval. The receptionist showed her the CCTV footage of the man who claimed to be her brother.



“How did you know that he is my brother?” Meera asked.



“He had your picture, and he knew your name, and he said he was your brother,” the receptionist said.



“Can I see the picture? What it a picture of me with him?” Meera asked.



“No, it was in his phone, just a picture of you…” she said nervously, “Is…there a problem?”



“Not at all,” Meera said with a nervous smile, “I’ll see him once he comes to visit tomorrow.”



The nurse then escorted Meera to her ward and Mithila accompanied. The nurse helped Meera get onto her bed and left. Meera and Mithila were both nervous.



“Did you know him?” Mithila asked.



“No,” Meera said closing her eyes tightly, “These men...they won’t stop hunting me till I’m dead.”



“Meera,” Mithila said, “I think it is time we should go to the police.”



“Are you serious?” Meera said, “I killed a man Mithila. You saw it with your own eyes. The police are just going to lock me away.”



“You did that out of grave provocation Meera,” Mithila argued, “He raped you!”



“Rape?” Meera scoffed, “I begged him to fuck me, did you miss that part?”



“You were drugged Meera!” Mithila said, “I have proof that there was heroin in your blood in high doses!”



“You have proof that there were high doses of drugs I my blood,” Meera said with a tear rolling down her cheek, “Do you have proof that I did not inject it myself? They’ll just prove that I am a junkie whore who murdered a man brutally for a shot…”



“Meera..I…” Mithila stopped mid sentence not knowing what to say…



“I’ve lost Kabir Mithila,” Meera said, “Now I can’t afford to lose my freedom…”



Mithila hugged Meera and rubbed her back. “Okay Meera, if you don’t want to go to the police…I’m changing your room right now, you cannot stay one more minute in this room. You are not safe here. And tomorrow, I am shifting you to another hospital with a different name.” Mithila said with determination.



“Can I have a smoke?” Meera requested.



“This is a hospital Meera!” Mithila said sternly.



“Please…” Meera requested.



Mithila stared at her for a minute and then her expression softened. She reached into her purse and took out a cigarette and gave it to Meera and held a lighter for her. Meera lit the cigarette and took a puff.



“Why are you doing this, Mithila?” Meera asked.



“Doing what?” Mithila asked.



“You know what you are doing,” Meera said taking another puff, “You are going far out of your way to help me.”



“I just care about you girl,” Mithila said holding Meera’s face in her palms.



“As far as I know,” Meera said, “Doctors don’t babysit patients. You are not just doing your job. The way you are handling this is way too personal.”



“Meera!” Mithila said looking into her eyes, “You aren’t just a patient for me. You didn’t just walk into my clinic one fine evening and walk out with a prescription. I found you lying on the road, drugged and wounded, with no idea of who you were!”



“You are risking way too much Mithila,” Meera said, “It is hard to believe it is just out of sympathy. You know I killed somebody, and you are still not reporting me to the police. Knowing that keeping quiet about a crime as serious as murder also makes you an accomplice, you are still helping me. You’ve been spending way too much time with me, smuggling me out of a hospital, driving me around to crime scenes, and now you are trying to protect me from people who perhaps want me dead. Do you even realize how dangerous this could be for you? You are an intelligent woman and you know what’s at stake, and you are doing it anyway, for someone you know for how long? 3 days?! Why?”



“Meera…I…” Mithila stopped mid-sentence. She suddenly became tearful.



Meera noticed the sudden change in Mithila’s expression. Meera held Mithila’s face in her palms and asked, “What happened Mithila?”



Mithila was tearful and choking in grief, “I know how it feels…many years ago…I was raped in a moving car and thrown on the street…I lay there naked and cold…waiting for someone to help me…but no one did for hours…I thought I was going to die…I remember how helpless I was…I just wanted someone to hold me…and tell me I that I was safe…when I found you that night…I just couldn’t leave you out there in the cold…and if you killed a rapist, you did the world a great favor, that bastard fucking deserved it!”



Meera’s expression suddenly softened to know Mithila’s reason. She gave Mithila a warm hug and comforted her. “I am sorry for what you have been through and I really appreciate your kindness Mithila,” Meera said, “But my world is way too dark. I cannot put you in danger, that would be so selfish. You are a doctor; you have a loving husband and a good life. Don’t risk it for some street scum like me. Let me go Mithila, I’ll sort out my mess on my own, trust me.”





Mithila was still in tears. “But you need to be in rehab,” she said wiping her tears.



Meera smiled, “Just give me those pills that you gave me in the car, I’ll be fine.”



Mithila cleared Meera’s discharge formalities. She gave Meera some money to help her with the transport and to find herself a place to live.



“Where will you go?” Mithila asked.



“I know a place,” Meera said with a smile.
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Meera left the hospital as soon as possible as the man looking for her could be back any moment. Perhaps he would return with more men, now that he had confirmed her location.


Meera covered her face with a scarf and quietly walked out of the gates of the hospital unnoticed. As she walked alone on the deserted streets, she felt a chill in the air, like the wind whispered in her ears about the impending danger. Meera had no idea for how long these men were going to hunt her and for how long she would manage to evade them. As she continued walking down a street she found a junkyard. It was very late in the night and no one was around. She found a discarded sofa in the junkyard. She curled up on it and closed her eyes, hoping that she would be safe here till morning.

As soon as the first ray of the sun gleamed over the horizon, Meera woke up. She was glad she could manage to make it through the night unharmed. She splashed some water on her face and continued her journey. She went to a supermarket and bought some canned food supplies. She spotted a large kitchen knife and bought it, hoping to protect herself from any potential attacks. Mithila had given her a backpack with a set of extra clothes, other essentials and a bottle of her maintenance medications.



After she was done shopping, she took a bus to Byculla. She walked up to a deserted factory and smiled. She walked around the mill compound wall and found a secret entrance. She entered the factory. It had been abandoned for several months and the gigantic machines were covered with a thick layer of dust. She walked around the huge factory premises till she found a small room. She pushed its metal door and it opened with a loud creak. Inside the small room was just a mattress on the floor.



She dusted it and lay down on it and closed her eyes as a memory came to life.



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“What place is this Kabir?” Meera asked giggling.



“Our honeymoon suite,” Kabir replied with a grin.



“Seriously?” Meera laughed, “Of all the places in the city, you bring me to a deserted factory, how romantic!”



“Of course, this is the most romantic place ever, because, no one’s disturbing us here ever,” he said, “See I even made our bed.”



Meera laughed uncontrollably looking at the mattress Kabir had laid down in the room, “You are totally crazy, you know that?” she teased.



“I’m not crazy, I’m serious,” Kabir said looking into her eyes. He knelt before her on one knee and gently held her hand and said, “Meera, will you marry me?”



Meera blushed. “Of course, you silly! Now get up…” she said with a bright smile.



Kabir tied a slender twig on her right ring finger. “Someday my love,” he said kissing her hand, “I’m going to get you a diamond ring.”



Meera sat down on the mattress and pulled Kabir towards her, “I don’t care about diamonds, all I want is you and your love.”



The couple locked lips into a passionate kiss. Their heartbeats quickened and their bodies began to melt in each other’s arms.



Meera rested her back on the mattress, and Kabir crawled over her. They made an eye contact and smiled. Kabir brought his lips close to her and gently sucked her upper lip, teasing her. Meera’s eyes were full of desire for him. Kabir could see her affection and he responded by gently nibbling her lower lips. A moan escaped her lips and she couldn’t take his teasing anymore. Meera wrapped her arms around Kabir's neck and pulled him passionately towards her, her tongue meeting his.



She was melting in surrender as Kabir nibbled her neck. She could feel his breath, his soft lips on her neck. She arched her neck wanting to feel more of him. Meera undid’ Kabir buttons and began to feel his muscular body. Kabir was nibbling her neck. He took off her top and began to rub her breasts from over her bra. Meera was breathing heavily, drowning in sexual pleasure. She herself removed her bra clasp, and slid if off her shoulders. Kabir began to gently lick her nipples. Meera began to arch her back pushing her breasts towards him. She didn’t speak a word, but her expressions were screaming for his touch. Kabir undid her jeans and pulled them off her. He rubbed her pussy over her panties. Meera moaned as her panties soaked in her juices. Kabir slowly pulled them off her. Meera was now desperate, she opened her legs wide to welcome Kabir’s cock deep inside her. She passionately pulled him over her, her fingernails digging into his back.



“Please…don’t make me wait now…Kabir…” she begged, “I want you inside me…”



Kabir loved teasing her. He just shook his head with a naughty smile and rubbed her clit driving her to the edge. Meera had completely lost control over herself. But Kabir still wouldn’t fuck her desperate pussy.



“Be a good girl and suck me first,” he said.



Meera was so desperate for sex that she didn’t hesitate at all. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock and put the whole length in her mouth in such a hurry that she almost gagged on it.



Kabir chuckled, and said, “Go easy sweetheart, we have all the time in the world.”



Meera slowed down a bit and began to suck him. The feel of her silken mouth on his hard cock was driving Kabir mad. Meera knew how to please him. With gentle strokes of her tongue and grip of her delicate fingers she began to massage his cock. Her delicate fingers ran over his balls, caressing them lovingly. She felt his cock twitch and harden even more in her grasp.



Kabir grabbed her hair and made her lie down. Meera eagerly opened her legs. She moaned in ecstasy as she felt him enter her slowly. Once he was all the way inside her, he withdrew slightly and thrust back inside sending a wave of pleasure all over her body. He began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her. Meera held him tightly and dug her teeth on to his neck and shoulders leaving several marks or passion. “I want you Kabir…” she whispered, “I want you so badly…” He smiled to see the desperation on her face as she neared orgasm.



“Kabir…I love you…” she whispered and she began to wildly thrust her hips towards him as her whole body was consumed in the bliss of orgasm. Kabir smiled to see the satisfied look on her face and quickened his pace nearing his own orgasm. Meera kept looking into his beautiful hazel eyes and locked lips with him as she felt him explode in the depths of her womb. Kabir lay panting on top of her for a while and rolled over to one side. Meera was glowing in post orgasmic bliss.



She snuggled closer to him, rested her head on his arms and began to run her hand on his body. The couple nestled in each other’s embrace and cherished the warmth of each other’s bodies.



Meera’s gaze fell in the tattoos on her body and she suddenly became very sad.



“Why did they this to me Kabir? What did I do to deserve such a cruel punishment?” she asked touching her tattoos.



“Hey sweetheart,” Kabir said hugging her tightly, “It really doesn’t matter now. I promise you, as soon as we have saved up enough money, we are going to get rid of them.”



“Why don’t you tell me anything about our past Kabir?” Meera said, “You remember everything, don’t you? These tattoos, they make me feel so dirty...they make me hate myself…”



“Meera…” he said, “I’ve known you since you were 18. I’ve watched them torture you over and over again for years. They’ve done things to you Meera, horrible things. And I really don’t know why I should be telling you the details of any of that. How is that going to change anything? It will only cause you more pain. And that’s the last thing I want, my love. This is our life now. You and me, living free and happy together. You are the strongest and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. I admire your spirit, it’s like wildfire. And I love you, with all my heart. I just want you to be happy Meera.”



Kabir kept showing Meera with kisses and she wept.



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Back in the present Meera touched the mattress lovingly as tears filled up her eyes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to find Kabir’s scent on the mattress. She couldn’t even mourn properly after Kabir death. He was the only one she had close to family. Without him, her life felt empty. She lay there alone, crying for hours. Slowly, weariness took over and she drifted off to sleep.



Meera continued to live in that room, all alone, eating whatever canned food she had bought. She felt safe there. She spent her time thinking about Kabir and all the beautiful moments they spent together. For her, the world had come to a standstill. She knew she couldn’t live there forever. She had to move out someday. But that was the only place she felt safe. She knew that the gang who abducted her would not rest till they find her and kill her.



After almost a week, Meera began to grow restless. Her maintenance medications had run out. Mithila had been kind enough to write prescriptions so Meera could buy the medications on her own. It was late at night. Meera sneaked out of her hiding place to a nearby medical store and bought her medicines. She took one pill that relieved her symptoms enough so she could sleep.



While Meera slept, she heard footsteps. Someone was entering the room in which she was sleeping. She opened her eyes and saw a hazy silhouette. The figure kept walking towards her and she realized it was a woman. The woman kept walking towards Meera. She appeared wounded and was walking with a limp. When the woman came close enough, Meera could see her face. It was Mithila. She was wearing a red dress, but it was torn and soiled. Mithila’s eyes were red and tearful. She was bruised, her lip was bleeding and there were bite and scratch marks all over her body. Meera still wasn’t completely awake. Mithila sat down next to Meera and lovingly ran a hand over her head and said, “I love you Meera. I just came to say goodbye.” Mithila bent over and kissed Meera. Then she got up and started limping towards the door.


Meera felt a crawling sensation on her forearm. She opened her eyes to find a cockroach crawling on her. She brushed it off and sat up on the bed. She was suddenly feeling a chill. Meera felt those familiar aches and pains in her body. She desperately reached for the pills in her bag and consumed one pill. There were no blankets around. She drew her legs closer and wrapped her arms around herself and she trembled helplessly. Her heart was beating fast and her breath was ragged as she battled her withdrawal symptoms. She started hitting her head like a manwoman. Her own thoughts were ringing loud in her head. "Did I just have a dream? Or was Mithila really here? That man! The one who had come looking for me at the hospital! Did he bring more men and hurt Mithila because they couldn't find me? No! No! That can't be happening! If anything happened to Mithila, I would never forgive herself! I have to help her...I...have to...No! It can’t be! No one knew I was hiding here. How could Mithila find me here? Was this even real? Am I dreaming right now? What is happening to me!!!"


There was such a wild storm in Meera's head. Why did she get these visions about Mithila so often? Were these premonitions? Was Mithila in danger? Meera had no answer to all these questions. She just grabbed her arms hoping to alleviate the crippling pain she was feeling in her body. She felt the chill sharply rising and she was now visibly trembling.



And then she saw a silhouette. Someone was standing by the door. It was a man.



“The roaches not letting you sleep?” he said, “Or it is the opioid withdrawal?”



Meera was alerted and she reached for the knife under her pillow.



As the man stepped closer, Meera could see his face. He was the same man who had come looking for her at the hospital.
Meera was vulnerable in that secluded place... I can't find any other answer that why she chose that place as her hideout except that she wanted to relive the memories of Kabir...

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