part 3: HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES
part one : HERE
part two : HERE
this is part three of the story.↓↓
‘What do you really want with me?’ she asked again. She cried painfully as she gazed at his merciless face. Every time she raised her head to look at him, frothy blood-like saliva would flow from the left side of her mouth to the dirty floor. She directed her eyes on the grimy bathroom floor as she pretended not be looking at the knife in his socks. She wore a pitiful look like a forlorn whose beloved had scorned her and departed with another. She had a feeling that this guy would be contended and satisfied after making a meal out of her. She was sure about this guy killing her. She had never come in terms with such a ruthless man before in her life.
This bandit did not show any sign of coming into a consensus with Sherry. He got close to her and held her hair pulling her towards the bathroom window. As she grabbed her hair into a knot and pulled her entire body weight, she screamed so hard that it necessitated the collector to give her a facial blow that made her lay unconscious on the tied up chair. She laid her head on the side as blood trickled ceaselessly from her mouth. Her deep cuts on the face and bleeding abrasions could not hide her damaged face anymore. Why could a man do such things to a lady?
He stopped dragging her at the window and halted. He looked at her closely and grabbed her chin. He kissed her bleeding lips and hugged her as if cordial. Licking her blood on both his lips, he felt as if he had been activated to do something. Digging inside his socks, he ejected a 10 cm sharp dagger-like knife and went to the backside of her chair. She cut the ropes making her hands drop powerlessly as they fanned around the place. He kept the hammer and the knife on the bathroom floor and lifted Sherry placing her on his broadened shoulders.
Closing the door behind him, he walked to a certain black door and kicked the door open. He threw unconscious Sherry on a certain old looking bed. The room was quite dark and dusty. It seemed to have been occupied long before Sherry even went to school. The shape at which she was dropped with was the one she maintained on landing on the bed. She was completely weak. The Collector walked sluggishly outside the room and locked the door behind him.
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After about 2 hours, she yawned and opened her sick-looking eyes. She held her mouth and nose with her left hand.it felt as if it was a bloody, reeking, fly-coated territory. She could not handle the stench. The room reeked of rotten fish and musty cellars. The place was grimy and dust was all over her clothes. She sat on the bed and started skimming around the surrounding. The stench could not make her comfortable but she had to put up with it. There was neither television nor anything solid to help her in whatever she wanted. She tried to stand up on both feet but felt weak at her ankles. She slowly got up supporting herself by the bed rails and shuffled towards a window. It was dusk. All she could see was a magnificent grove of bamboos that twittered madly with a group of mynah birds.
She slowly inspected herself. Her body too, she lifted her skirt above her thighs and saw what the collector had made her body look like. She felt emasculated and tricked. Looking on the window, though dark, she could visualize her face on the old looking opaque mirror. It was wrinkled and abrasions were all over. She lifted her right hand, touched one of the active bleeding cuts on her lips, and moaned with a soft voice. She changed her face and stood like a soldier on both feet.
Suddenly, she felt the sounds made by someone walking towards her room. She could not think of anything to do. She broke the piece of glass using her left elbow by hitting the window and lay still on the bed after picking one of the broken pieces of glass. She pretended to be deep in her sleep as though she had not yet reverted to consciousness. She made sure she had left an open angle to inspect this dangerous man.
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The door flung open and the man got inside. He looked around and inspected the girl by touching some of her body parts. Through the peep of an eye, Sherry had already seen him. He looked tall, dark-haired man in a green scrub-suit. He started whistling as he started removing his belt and trouser. Gradually, he undressed. He jumped on the rusty old bed like a lion pouncing on a freshly ripped live antelope. He slapped her cheek to awaken her and later started forcing his way through her clothes. This time around, Sherry could not allow it. She felt annoyed and used. With all her witted strength, she stabbed deep in the man’s chest using the broken glass and pushed him away. She got out of the bed and armed herself with two pieces of broken glass they lay on the floor. She pounced on him again and stabbed him severally on his right leg. His look as he cried scared her away. He had terribly stained yellow teeth and a very unpleasant wailing face. She stood aghast with her mouth wide open as she gazed at him wailing loudly. The man moaned as his bowels screamed emptying into his clothes.
Slowly, she peeped through the door and checked if there was anybody on the outside. She walked in all rooms checking for anything to eat or drink. She was hungry. All around, she kept herself armed with a piece of broken window. She walked to the living room and saw the place she had earlier been placed and slapped as if she was a punching bag. A tear rolled down her chubby cheeks. She loved herself and her family too. She started wondering of how they have suffered looking for her. She gazed at herself again and could not imaging it was her embodiment. Her hands were full of blood. Her clothes were clobbered with blood streaks and dots of the collector’s blood. She lifted the bloody glass and brought it in front of her face. She started feeling guilty of what she had done. Why have I killed this man? How on earth could I ever kill a person? The thoughts could not let her leave the house anymore. I will have to stop the bleeding and apprehend this man to the police.
She at once dropped the glass and rushed to the room, which she had left the collector. As she was approaching the door, she noticed some changes. The man was not there and the bed sheets that had the blood were not on the bed. She trembled. She felt her palpitations. Her heart was beating live. She took a step behind and rushed to the main door. She held the knob and tried to open the door but it was locked. She had been trapped again.
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