Chapter 1
It’s raining outside. I watch the cracking of lightening through the sky and come back to bed.
She is not in her room, yet. Probably not back from work.
In this ghost town, evening commences soon. Morning light hardly passes through the window.
I wonder if she lives alone. There has never been a man with her. She is pretty, has a slender but curvy at the right places body. I wonder if I could ever ask her out.
Our houses are separated by neglected lawns and a neglected, corroded fence.
I look at her from my window. This small town has a temperament it seems.
I have switched off the lights. It’s really cold tonight. Through the curtains, I’ve been looking.
The moon is big, giving a peek intermittently, amidst the floating clouds. Windows in sparsely placed houses are still glowing in yellow lights.
I realize my obsession with this girl and lie down in bed.
But can’t stop from looking again and again through my window if she is back.
Eventually, the light in her room gets lit. I spring from my bed.
She is in a sexy black dress. Her hair is untied and oh, there is a man. He is tall, in a casual jacket. He sits in her bed.
She comes back into picture. And I gulp at the sight of her. She is naked, wearing only a thong.
I lean closer to window, my face pressing against the glass. My heart is beating faster.
She suddenly turns and comes to her window. And before pulling curtains she smiles like she sees me.
I jump back, crashing loudly with my study table.
She couldn’t have seen me. I barely get sleep afterwards.
Her smile wasn’t very pretty or sweet. It was rather conniving. Restless, I keep pondering.
I ask my land lord about her, the next day. He says something vague about father being a retired army officer and a mother who has separated, lives in another town.
“They hardly make presence out of their house. Last I heard, the daughter works in the library of the town.”
I moved here last month. I am a 27 years old bachelor. I came here to forget about my ex. She’d been cheating on me the whole time, and I didn’t even get a whiff of it.
Feeling of being a fool is back again, and after eating a hefty dinner with my landlords, I am back to my window. She is there, in her room. I wonder what she is up to. She is just walking around. She seems anxious. Maybe it’s that man she brought home last night. Maybe he didn’t call back.
Should I step up and be her guy?
I can’t do it. I need to find the right time. I keep gazing. She sits down at last, but a man comes in. She gets up again.
This is a different one. Whole month she was alone in her room, and suddenly there is a swarm of men. This whole change makes me restless.
He starts making love to her. She is moaning. I step back from the window and come back to my bed. I can’t watch it. She is a slut.
The man looked handsome and fit. How is she doing it?
Two men, in two nights! That’s pretty odd even for some slut. Well, I can’t sleep. I keep imagining myself in place of that man. It has been long since I slept with someone.
Next morning is shadowy. It’s raining heavily.
As I hurriedly get inside my car, I see her getting into hers. She is alone. Her date has probably left already.
A strange restlessness keeps me indulged the whole day. She is having multiple partners, but it definitely isn’t my fucking business.
Maybe I should meet her. But this thought never turns into action and I find myself, at the window again.
She comes into her room, changes her clothes and gets into the blanket. This somehow uplifts my spirits. She is not having any man tonight.
But moments later, she gets up.
And oh ... there is a man, a new one. He seems middle aged.
My fists clench in anger and a long suppressed frustration takes over me.
’That bitch’. I hiss in the dark.
He starts ripping her clothes and she is making noises in pleasure. Now he starts fucking her. They are fucking at the window. She is sitting on the edge of it, getting fucked wildly. Her hands are clenching the both sides of window. She doesn’t even care that someone could see her.
I can’t watch anymore. I pull the curtains shut. My brain is boiling with rage. I have to change my house. And I will.
I will start looking tomorrow. I have sunk the lowest a man can. I need to get out of here. As soon as I can.
Tomorrow, I visit the place which is close to my office. I find a room as well and the owner is amicable. He is a retired teacher and lives with his wife. I am treated nicely, and I think I can’t wait to move in there.
But before I close this chapter once and for all, there is apparently no harm in talking to her at least once.
I drive back to my current room.
Its 7:30 in the evening and rain has stopped momentarily.
I muster up all my courage and reach his door step. The house looks like, needs a lot of work. The door needs paint.
I press on the rusty doorbell. There is some noise inside. Like that of something rattling, banging with the floor.
Then I hear footsteps. Slow and steady.
When the door opens, I see her. Standing in front of me, her face like a flower. She is beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.
For a moment, I can’t find my voice. It’s trapped somewhere in my throat.
“Can I help you with something?” She asks in a dry voice. Which doesn’t at all suit her alluring mouth.
“Um ... I live right next to your house.”
“Okay.” Her expression becomes serious and her arms cross against chest.
I become nervous, standing in front of her. I can’t recall what exactly I had in mind to come over to her place.
“Um ... Okay. I thought we lived so close, but I never introduced myself.”
She keeps gazing upon me as if thinking of me as a fool.
“Myself, Vikrant.” And I forward my hand.
She doesn’t draw back. Neither takes my hand.
Now, I really start to feel like a fool.
“Do you know how to fix the stereo?” She asks out of nowhere.
“I ... I can take a look. If you want.”
“Come on in.” She says, cocking her head gently. She even smiles a little. A pure seductive smile.
I step inside her house. The first thing I notice is a smell, very strange one. It feels bad but it’s not. Because there is some floral perfume admixed in the air. It’s her perfume.
I begin to like her. It’s that simple. I don’t know why but I am totally flat on her.
But this house. It has heavy curtains over all the windows.
Some creaking sound comes from the adjacent room.
“My dad ...” she says in a flat tone.
I know, it’s that retired bloke. I didn’t hope to bump into him. But as I am inside this decaying building, I hope that he’d come out. Just to assure me a tiny bit that something in this place is normal.
Looked small from my room but apparently this house has more rooms than anyone could imagine.
It starts to consume me in a way that I cannot explain. I get the feeling like I am trapped. Trapped in her godly charm or it’s something else. I cannot differentiate. She starts going up the stairs.
I follow her.
She beckons me, opening the door to her room. That same room which I have peeped into several times, in which she has had sex with almost everyone in the town.
Oh, no ... She is coming nearer. She closes the door behind me.
“I like you.” She whispers and every hair on my body stands erect.
Just when I think my heart would stop, she starts sucking around my ear and neck.
Holy fuck!
I am no more on the ground but in the clouds somewhere. I secretly hope she won’t stop. This is not what I had expected. But who gives a shit. I haven’t gotten laid for such a long time. This is how God is repaying me.
Soon, we’re on her cold bed. She is ripping off my shirt now. I see her pink face, full of life and lust.
She smiles at me.
“Take off these pants ...” She orders.
I immediately do as she says. I am lying raw and naked on her bed. She kisses me all over my chest. And then, hungrily takes my private part into her warm and sweet mouth.
A loud moan escapes my mouth. I am in heaven, and she isn’t stopping. She sucks around vigorously.
I come in her mouth. It didn’t even take two minutes.
She crawls over me to come face to face. I am panting now. What just happened? I just can’t believe it.
After a few seconds of lying there, staring into abyss, I can feel my senses returning. But then, she leaves me and disappears into the bathroom.
I pick up my clothes and feel the throbbing in my head. Probably I shouldn’t have done that. She is a whore. I didn’t even use condom. What was I thinking? But she didn’t give me any time to think. She just jumped on me.
Just made me come.
At least you can’t get any venereal disease that way. Or get pregnant.
I exhale with relief. Natural sex would have been worse.
I am going whimsical in my head when she emerges out of the bathroom.
Holy cow!
She is standing there, completely naked, like a goddess.
And I feel my erection standing out of my pants whose zip I forgot to close. She comes to me and pushing me down on the bed, sits right on my crotch.
Shit! This is going to happen again. I have to say no. I need to say no.
But how?
Instead, I let her go on.
She is moaning loudly now, jumping up and down, on my crotch.
I am gonna come again. There is no stopping me.
Holy hell!
“Oh god!!!”
She cries as the waves of intense orgasm hit her. I feel her whole body shaking with pleasure. I come right after her.
Shit man!!!
That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. She is smiling at me in a very naughty way.
Damn! This girl just can’t get enough. But that’s her situation. What about me? I used to be a man of character. I took pride in myself that I had always been with one girl in my whole life.
But what I did today has destroyed everything. I need to get out of here, I think to myself.
I get up from bed. She has already left. Gone downstairs most probably. I check into the bathroom and wash my face. And when I come again into the room, she is standing there. Fully clothed in a white top and trousers.
“Did you enjoy it?” she asks, her hands behind her back.
“Um … I am sorry ... that happened out of nowhere.” I stutter, and watch her expressions growing grim.
Suddenly, her face loses all colours.
I can feel the numbness of my brain leaving. I start to realize how horny I was. I couldn’t even utter a word and this happened.
While I am swimming in the sea of my thoughts, she leaves the room without saying a single word.
I am astounded, stupefied even. What kind of girl seduces a man like that? Without even talking first. She invited me into her house. Then jazzed me all up into giving what she wanted.
I can’t even believe that it was all real.
But I hear her footsteps again. She is coming back. What is she gonna do now?
I won’t let it happen the third time.
I just can’t. This is not right. Doesn’t feel right. I need to get out of this house. I get up to my feet.
Her forehead crinkles at once. I feel like she is reading my thoughts. Then slowly she starts to walk closer to me.
I feel the panic surging in me. I can’t comprehend what she wants right now.
She is not smiling but isn’t looking angry either.
All of a sudden she throws her arms around me. Then a piercing pain across the left side of my neck, and everything gets blurry, and my vision shrinks.
My head is throbbing with pain. My legs hurt like thousand hells when I move them.
I don’t recognize the ceiling. Where am I?
I don’t recall I’ve ever been in this room before.
And as soon I move myself to get up, an intense pang of pain shots through my entire body and I fall back.
Something is wrong. I have been beaten up badly. I can’t move my legs. Tears start to fill in my eyes and panic builds itself. That girl, she has done this to me.
My legs are broken for sure. At least my left leg is.
I sit up to see that my pants are stained with blood. It is my blood. I can’t bear the pain and pass out again.
I can sense someone moving close by. Before I open my eyes I know it’s her.
The slut, whore.
She is coming nearer. I tilt my head to take a look. It’s her, standing by a table, arranging something.
Then she turns and looks at me. Meeting my glance she smiles. That same sweet and killer smile. How could she do this to me? Tears start to sting the back of my eyes. I am going to cry like a bitch.
And as tears start to course down my face she starts to cackle. I am stumped. My crying ceases, and I just gape at her. She is still laughing.
Does she find my state to be a laughing matter?
“What have you done to me?” I ask in a husky voice. She stops laughing and looks at me interestingly.
“I sedated you. Then, I beat you up. Broke a few bones here and there. Then I brought you down here.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Because you deserved it. Every man deserves it.”
“Deserves what? Getting beat up for no reason?”
Her expression changes into furious.
“Yes!” She howls, her voice morphed into something sinister.
I gulp and try to find my sound as I see a flash of a long, sharp knife in her hand. She starts to play with it and hums a little.
She is a psycho. A complete and utter psycho. And she is about to kill me. I am gonna die like a dog in her stinking, hell of a house and no one’s ever going to find my body. I feel the burn of fresh tears coming back in my eyes. My throat swells up in panic.
You are going to have to be strong. A voice tries to soothe me in my head. I am gonna be stronger than this.
She now seems bored. She starts stepping towards me. I writhe in my place.
“What are you ... Don’t hurt me, please!”
She stops and smiles. Sitting beside me, on a chair, she takes my hand into hers.
I haven’t the slightest idea what she is thinking. She has placed the knife somewhere on the floor.
“Why don’t you sleep? It will be easier for both of us that way.” She says softly.
“What will be easier?”
“To kill you, of course.”
I feel blast of ice course through me.
“I never did anything to you. I didn’t even know you. And if you’re pissed about the events that occurred earlier, then I sincerely apologize to you.”
She keeps looking at my hand and then at the floor.
“You can get a last wish if you want.”
“You already know what that is.”
“You’ll die today. But I am granting you one wish.”
“Okay.” I say to her. “Tell me, why you’re doing this? Have you killed all the men you’ve slept with?”
She looks up at me, her face unreadable, completely devoid of emotions.
“Yes, I’ve killed them all.”
She stands up after that and picks up the knife.
“Wait, please!” I start begging, my voice breaking already.
“I heard that your father who is retired, also lives in here.”
She starts laughing again.
“Funny that you should mention him. First of all he is my step father. And he is right here in this house and he knows what I do. Because I always make sure that he does. I just don’t let him die … even when he begs for it. I’ve seen you peeking through your window. I knew what you wanted. And I gave it to you. Aren’t you grateful for that?”
“Look, I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me go. You do not want to do this.”
“I want to see you scream while you die. That’s all I want from you.”
I start to think that the step father has got to do something with this behaviour of hers.
“What did your dad do to you? I can help you whatever it is.”
She turns fiercely, looks at me wrathfully, for a few seconds.
“He raped me. Every night, since I was fifteen. You’ll see him soon.”
“Have you killed him as well?”
“No, idiot! Didn’t you fucking hear me? I can’t let him die? He sees each and every person who’s fucked me, die, right before his eyes. And meanwhile, I make sure he stays on that wheel chair, and tell him that one day he’ll die the same way.”
“What he did was wrong, I agree with you. But …”
“What he did was a dreadful sin. And he’ll pay for it. I will make him pay until his body rots, and he dies with decayed bones.”
“I’ll help you. You’ll be fine. Your life can be better than this. You’re better than this.” She flinches a little when I say that.
“I don’t want your fucking help. I want you to die while my dad watches you.” She yells, and starts dragging me across the floor. I can feel the control of my legs returning to me.
I start sensing that they’re not broken. Wounded badly, yes. But definitely not broken. I can still walk.
I try to grab the side of the door, but she doesn’t let me. We’re in the lobby, she is standing over me. She turns back, to pick up her knife, perhaps. The lobby is filled with this unbearable stench. I think of the rotting corpses in her basement perhaps. I feel the bile rising in my throat.
And then, I see something totally unexpected.
A very sick looking man on wheel-chair, trying to take something from the counter above the fireplace. It’s her dad.
I try to recall what exactly was there, on the mantelpiece. There was a photo frame, a few magazines, some flyer from the Wal-Mart, and yes, the keys.
There was the key to her car, I think.
He is trying to get away. As he sees me, he urges me to stay silent. The man’s body is patched with blood in several places.
My brain starts racing. Maybe we can both run away. I think this is my chance. The old dog deserves to die.
Although, what I did was also not right. But I have to save myself. I clearly don’t want to die like this. And he is a rapist. I am ashamed at myself, but this is not the time for moral certification.
He seems weak. I can easily snatch the keys, and he can’t drive like this anyways.
What is he thinking? He can barely stand. But I can’t stand as well that quickly.
And there is not enough time to act for any of us because she emerges from the door, holding the big knife in one hand and watching her father’s futile attempt furiously.
Suddenly, she starts yelling abuses and curses at him and lunges at him in clean rage.
Seeing the opportunity, I force my body to the extreme, and it works.
I find myself standing on my feet. Her father is out of control, struggling with all the strength left in him. He grabs her by her hair, and in the fight, the keys are blown off from his grasp, to land near the exit door.
With lots of difficulty, I walk over to pick it up with the maximum speed that I can still manage.
“You can’t do this to me … let me go!” her father yelps.
I’ve picked up the keys. But she sees me and cries in outrage.
“You bastard … you coward!”
Fanatically, she pulls her father out of the wheel chair in order to stop me from running away. But the old man keeps clawing from the floor.
“No … you can’t go … you motherfucker! Let go of me, you filthy pig!” she yells in rage.
But to my surprise, her father doesn’t let her off his grip.
Unlocking the door, I spot her car, and not taking any risk, I start to drive it as fast and crazily as I can.
I drive it onto the main road, with only thought burning in my mind. To get away as far as possible from her. I don’t see her coming out of her house, in the rear view mirror. I am not bothered about my job, or my stuff down at my new apartment. I just never want to come back to this hell of a town.
Right now, I can’t care about anything. It feels unreal to be alive, to breathe in this free air, to be able to watch something other than the walls of her stinking house.
For sometime, I feel like a dead man. A dead man who would remember, and be traumatized by this incidence for all the years, that are yet to come.
Start writing here…
