Ek Chotisi Prem Katha

it was well past 11 that fateful night. a time when most mothers would expect their daughters be warm in bed. but not hers. reason. she was smart enough to take care of herself. captain of the soccer team, and a girl that never invites or echos trouble.whatever her mother thought. she is not to blame, she's her mum , for she will not know the nightmare that danced alive.

strong ? yes. but not just strong, this girl was smart. smart enough to snatch what her craving, leaving her victim cunningly helpless that night.

"revenge" is what she calls it. revenge, for not returning the admiring looks she had thrown on this boy. he wasn't stronger, nor was he handsome, but he had a charm that drew her. innocence. something she was intoxicated by, his shyness. sadistic thoughts rose into play, desperately seeking a playmate - his coyness. it showed on her face - a devilish sly grin everytime he went past her. glasses on his nosebridge, he had no clue that the fiend was at play, right in front of him.

that night. smiling to herself with visions of the night, she set out. her strong physique would be the gun, and her mind the bullet that would shatter the young virgin.

it was 9. he would be out of the building any moment. she had already ensured dim lighting at the carpark. there he was. alone. just the way she wanted it.

"joe."

"ye. oh, hi !"

"could you give me a hand with this ?" she pointed to her flat tyre.

"sure, no probs." of course he'd help, she knew.

he bent to reach for the jack. you are coming right in baby,she thought nad smiled.

it was fast,five quick moves. the next thing he knew, he was in his car's backseat, wrists tied, mouth stuffed.helpless.

she drove. she already knew where she was going.

"i've been waiting too long, honey," she grinned.

"what are you doing ? jesus christ !"

"you are mine !"

there was some blood, but she didnt care whose it was. she got what she wanted.
he lay there, struggling to breathe. he had never had a tan, and now his face was even more pale.
pale with shock.

she loved it. she loved to see him shiver, staring at the singularity above. she loved it.

satan laughed through her lips. resting on his chest, she smiled. she was beaming with pride. her plan worked. and the pleasure was all hers. who the victim was, nobody would find out. he was a senior, he was a boy. there was a wooden log under the seat, there was blood. she had his fingernails etched on her, and he had hers. it was all just perfect.

he lay there,all had. still breathing. helpless. raped.



"Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words i don't just say
And nothing else matters"
- James Hetfield, "Nothing Else Matters"


rape is a crime of the mind.this is just a story,what rape can do to the victim most of us will never even imagine.it will still be worse.