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And then, just as suddenly, everything went black.
On the other side of the mantion, a figure from the shadows sprang into action. Inspired by the boy's daring escape, he too turned to flee, his feet pounding the ground in a frantic bid for freedom. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole, erasing all traces of his presence.
The little boy's escape had been the catalyst he needed, and now he was running for his life. His heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted through the night, his senses on high alert for any sign of pursuit. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew he had to keep moving.
The night air was filled with the whispers of two secrets, leaving behind only the haunting question. What lay ahead for these two? Would they find freedom, or would they be caught and dragged back to the lives they were desperate to escape? Only time would tell.
Far away from this place,
A little girl lies unconscious. Maybe she's just around 10 year old, looking so fragile. Her honey like white skin seems almost red from heat of the room. Slowly she opened her eyes and found herself in dungeon, tied and brutally bruised. She cried for help but it felt like her voice isn't coming out then she suddenly remembered everything. How she was out for picnic with her family but no one was paying attention to her, how she was left out in the corner and how that dangerous people kidnapped her.
She felt numb, but this little girl who was unaware of cruelty of this world couldn't understand, she was drugged. Listening her muffled cries, some people entered there. Their footsteps echoing through place, their faces perfect example of monsters, their eyes cruel and intentions evil.
They laughed seeing the girl struggling to get free, the evil one. And then they moved closer her, ripping off her clothes, she tried to get free but her little hands couldn't stop them. She was helpless, and they were demons, exactly how her grandma described in her bedtime stories.
She was so naive to understand what this touches means. Her loud cries went deaf to them. She pleaded to let her go, begged to stay away from her. But they were cruel, consumed by their bloody needs of men. They showed no mercy on 10 year old. One by one, they pounded upon her like hungry monsters until she fainted. But did they stop? A BIG NO.
She was bleeding uncontrollably. After they stopped, they kicked her cruelly. Her world was shattered that day, she lost her innocence. The little girl witnessed wickedness of this world, shameful reality. She was broken beyond repair.
With their kick, her head hit the sharp corner of the table, jolting her awake from her unconscious state. A sharp pain shot through her head as she struggled to touch the wound with her hands, but she was left with no strength. Seeing blood trickle from her head onto her eyes, she realized the pain was from the brutal hit. But it wasn't paining as much as her lower abdomen, where there was even more blood. She felt like she would die any moment.
Overwhelmed by the agony, she wished for death, a stark contrast to her lifelong desire to live. Though this wasn't her fate, she wasn't dying, but living felt more cursed. Her hopes shattered, her eyes fluttered shut despite her efforts to keep them open.
Memories of her grandma's last words flooded her mind, "You're the beautiful lotus, my Shona. But it has to bloom in mud to be this much valuable. There'll be so many battles in your life, but remember, you have to fight, not to fulfill anyone's dreams, but to achieve your goals, to follow your passion. You're the strongest warrior, never lose your hope. As your grandpa says, you're his ethereal rose flower; accept your thorns fully, for they to protect you."
Her eyes became moist as she recalled these words, and she became acutely aware of the cruelty of the world. She whispered to herself, "Grandma, they made me a bleeding rose, but don't worry, I'll bloom as a lotus flower again. I still have hope that I'll survive this. You were right; I'm a warrior, I can't lose."
As she struggled to hold on to her consciousness, the pain in her body became a distant hum, a constant reminder of the brutality she had endured. Her thoughts grew disjointed, and her vision began to blur. The world around her seemed to fade away, leaving only the agony of her pain, the scrambled remains of her innocence, and the unheard cries and prayers that echoed through her mind.
In this moment, her survival was a testament to the cruelty she had faced, a brutal reminder of the world's indifference to her suffering. And yet, even as the darkness closed in, she knew that she would rise again, her spirit unbroken, her heart still beating with a spark of hope.
The cruelty that had been inflicted upon her was a testament to the harsh realities of a world that often seemed devoid of empathy. Elsewhere, the two little boys, who had been forced to flee, were now navigating the darkness alone, their small hearts heavy with the weight of their own suffering. They had been torn from their families, subjected to unimaginable brutality, and left to fend for themselves in a world that seemed determined to crush them. Meanwhile, the young girl lay motionless, her fragile body broken and bruised, her spirit struggling to survive the agony that had been inflicted upon her. The fate of all three remained uncertain, a poignant reminder of the devastating consequences of a world that often valued power over compassion, and cruelty over kindness. And the irony, cause of their sufferings were their own people, leaving behind this innocent souls to rott. The truth was beyond terror. They were tarnished in their lives. They were not aware of eachother but their wounds were somewhere same cause reason was their own people. But world didn't stopped for their misery, time seemed flowing and these three souls where now nowhere to be found. Maybe they were vanished completely or just maybe they were now so different that no one saw their sufferings, maybe they became untouchables.
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Thank you so much my dears for your precious time!! Let me know your thoughts about this chapter because this is not just fiction part of novel but cruel reality. Somewhere this is real life incident, not just as written but still way more intense for little child, sudden burst of emotions and awareness, lose of innocence and childhood and constant fear of society. Hope you all heal from that unsaid traumatic events or false accusations or blame, where there wasn't your fault but you had to listen silently. You all are warriors in your own life, fighting your battles silently. I'm proud of all those souls, who was forced to lose their innocence for this cruel world, who had to suppress their emotions and many more unsaid things.
Well, I guess enough emotions for today. Just dance on item songs and let go of your inner demons. If you liked this chapter then show some support too.
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