HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES : part 4
Sherry trembled. She felt her palpitations. Her heart was beating live. The guy wanted to take advantage of her vulnerability. He wanted to exploit whatever human part had remained in her. She took a step behind and rushed to the main door. She held the doorknob and tried to open the door but it was locked. She had been trapped again. She took a step behind and held her chest with both hands. The room was dark and the only thing she could see was silhouettes or figures walking. She hid behind some ramshackle cupboards leaving a sharp angle to peep through the collector. She slowly sat on the floor. Her heartbeat was evident. She could hear it with her ears. A silvery light illuminated her tear-stricken face, her skin so deathly pale and her eyes dilated with shock.
Looking around her, she spotted some blood on the floor that led to a certain room. She raised her eyebrows and moved much more inside the cupboards. She knew the collector was inside that room. She waited. She trembled the entire time like a raw recruit staggering back from terrors of her first battle.
After about 30 minutes, she could not wait anymore. She wanted to find a way out of the ‘dungeon’. She creeped out of the hideout slowly as her eyes skimmed the entire place. She had no weapon. She started shuffling stealthily inside the house exploring for potential exits. Her eyes were as wide as owl’s and her conscious was as alert as she could be.
Abruptly, she pushed opened a certain cupboard and saw some old glasses on the shelf. She held two wine glasses together and lifted them up.
‘I will kill him with this’ she said to herself as she gazed at the pair.
Skimming down her clothes, she dropped a tear. She was covered with blood on her both hands. Her clothes had been torn and she looked like a beaten beggar. Her thighs and knees were pink-red in color due to the blows she had received. Her cheeks and face were swollen and her whole body was in pain. She knew she had to save herself no matter what. She knew this guy had kept her as a sex slave and death was not an issue for him.
‘Bang’ she had a huge sound emanating from the insides of the house. She turned towards the route and headed that way. She walked as if she was being followed. Gradually, she checked doors and closed them as she headed towards the sounds destination. Her weapons were in check.
She got to the room and scanned through the place. A huge flower vase had fallen on the floor causing the huge bang. She gazed at the flower vase and wondered who could have been at the place. She knew someone might have dropped it intentionally.
Suddenly, the collector approached her and whipped her with a huge rubber whip sending her to the cold floor as she sprawled like a dying snake. He had aimed her right. Sherry could not wait for the second phase, she got up and tried to escape through the door but she could not make it. She had to take arms and hold the bull by its horns.
With the strength of a demon, she hit the wine glass on the collector’s face crashing the glass into pieces. She opened the room door and rushed towards the living room. She rushed to the main door and tried to open it again. She pushed it, banged it, and slept on it as she used her entire body but it could not open. She cried bitterly. Heavy boluses of tears could be seen flowing her chubby cheeks. She felt helpless.
‘What do you want with me? You are tearing me apart!’ she shouted
The man from inside the rooms did not speak. He was groaning as he shuffled towards the living room. He approached the lady and glared at her.
‘Do you see what you have done?’ he told her as he pointed using his left hand his bleeding part of the head.
‘There must be a pay for this’ he shouted as he started shuffling closer to her.
Sherry scampered away and started running towards the inner rooms of the house. She wanted to find an exit path so she could escape. She ran into places she did not know. The house had many rooms. She feared getting to a dead end. The guy was behind her following her to the teeth. She wanted to taste her. He wanted to revenge.
Since the guy knew the house well, she made her fall into his trap by making her run into a dead end. After 15 minutes chase, she had got inside a room that had a chained bed and a small-heightened window. The guy got inside and locked the door from the outside. His head was bleeding profuse. Using his right arm, he pulled out a ‘machete’ from his scabbard. She looked at her and giggled. Sherry was shaken to bits. She could not cry anymore. She gazed at him directly in the eye. She hid her piece of glass inside her torn dress held by the band of her lingerie. The guy dropped the ‘machete’ and started walking closely towards her as he ejected his saliva-dripping tongue outside scrubbing the sides of his dry cracked lips. He kept looking straight at her augmented cleavage out of the tight top she had garbed. He got too close to her and started sniffing her face and shoulders as she moved away from him as far as she could.
Mercilessly, the guy gave her a huge blow on her face that clobbered her entire head area covering her ears, eyes and her hair that sent her down on the floor. She started bleeding from the mouth orifice. Her nose too started bleeding. The guy lifted her and dropped her on the bed carelessly. He later took his ‘machete’ and got on the bed again. He wanted to cut off her dress, as she lay unconscious.
Sherry played dead. She had a piece of glass hidden in her lingerie. She wanted to get the right time to use it. The guy on the other hand walked to the bed’s upper side and wanted to chain her. As he was going to pull her left arm on the chain, she struck inside the piece of glass in his groin region. She got up and stabbed him severally. She stood up and walked away locking the door behind her. She walked to the living room and this time around, she had to be more creative. She took a 3-legged stool and used it to break the largest window of the living room. She climbed and jumped over the window. It was around 12am in the night. She knew another attacker would kidnap her on her way home. She took the broken pieces of glass and started walking towards the entrance of the house. There, she met the same car, which the guy had kidnapped her with. She got inside and luckily, the keys were on place. She set off the engine and drove herself home.
Not even her parents, believed what Sherry did to save herself. She was a strong girl to make it out without undergoing very serious and torturous activities.
Posted on March 30, 2016, in Extreme Shocking and tagged AFRICA, BED, inspirational, kenya, LIFE, LoVe, MELTINGICETOWERS, oppression, passion, poem, rape, Romance, SEDUCTION, SUCCESS. Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.