#3 Ashlok Dark FF - My Ransacked Heart/UPDATED/ Chapter 38 /(Pg-135) - Page 54

Frozen In Time

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs

The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,'

And Yesterday, or Centuries before'?

The Feet, mechanical, go round

A Wooden way

Of Ground, or Air, or Ought

Regardless grown,

A Quartz contentment, like a stone

This is the Hour of Lead

Remembered, if outlived,

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow

First - Chill - then Stupor - then the letting go

Say goodbye to the pain of the past ~ We don't have to feel it any more ~

Frozen, Disney

Death is an unfaithful and a cruel lover, it doesn't embrace those who love it, it comes to those who hate it...

What to do when death rejects it's lover? The lover begs for it, screams for it, so it could devour him wholly but it just stands there as a silent spectator, looking at him, jeering and catcalling at his hopeless condition. You call it and it doesn't hear your pleading, you want it to take away everything and it rejects your gift...

Difficulties end, with your feelings, and feelings end with your pain, but your life still doesn't end. It goes on, but one thing ends, you forgot to feel and people take it as a sign of your heartlessness. They think that you are uncaring, unfeeling and that everything is easy for you...

You laugh, you smile, you cry, you live but your world has shrunk to a superficial being, it's no more than just a black dot for you on the map, meaningless, wordless, hapless to your being...

And you have no existence for the world, just as the world and it's happiness doesn't exist for you anymore...

He was still laughing, his demonic laughter ringing around the room. "Stop it", Astha shouted, putting her hands over her ears to block out his crazy laughter...

"Chickening out already, princess, the story is only beginning now", Shlok laughed with satire. "I don't want to listen to the story anymore, please don't make me", She begged tearfully. "Sorry princess, you have to listen till the end, I am not giving you any choice", he said stiffly.

He wasn't laughing anymore and his face was again a cool mask of indifference. "What's in the story that you are insisting me to listen to it", she spread her hands helplessly. "Everything princess, and it's not for you, it's for your father, won't you do it for him, come on princess", he switched on a plastic smile, that didn't reach his eyes.

She looked at a sobbing Avdhoot then at him, and without uttering a single word she went towards Shlok, to be tugged down in his lap again. "Good girl", he whispered hotly in her ear, nuzzling her earlobe. Astha jerked a little, but didn't say anything...

It was hopeless to protest and she knew that...

"So princess I was telling that the neighbor took the money and didn't testify against the prince. The father of the girl was truly heartbroken", he said sarcastically. "He shouldn't have been feeling heartbroken because he was doing a misdeed against the prince, wasn't he princess", he addressed her with the same sarcastic tone.

"The prince got out of jail, because no one testified against him, and why should anyone do that, the prince was as clean as a garbage box and had a heart as pure and white just like a coal mine", he gave a sardonic laugh.

Astha's fingers had begun to tremble, she put a hand over the other one to hide her distress from his eyes. "So here comes the big twist princess, it was a beautiful day of winter, when the the prince arrived in his chariot at the girl's home, with his godfather and friends. He had come to pay homage to his princess and her father. See he was so courageous", he said darkly...

Astha's heart was beating crazily now, as if it knows what was going to happen next.

"What happened?", she asked in a shaking voice. "Don't be impatient princess I am coming just towards the climax", he shook her as if she was a naughty child.

Avdhoot made a sound of distress and again started to struggle, the chair was creaking and jiggling with his every move...

"The prince and the godfather pleaded with the girl's father to open the door, but the cruel father ignored his pleas, very bad of him", he mocked. "So the godfather blasted the door out of his way with his magical powers and they all rushed inside", his arms were tightening around her waist, as the story was moving towards the climax. Astha gritted her teeth as her ribs protested his brutal hold on them...

Avdhoot was shouting now, but his voice was muffled behind the cloth. Shlok threw a satisfied smirk at him and then continued with his story,"The mother had gone to buy the vegetables from a nearby market, leaving behind the boy, girl and their father. The cruel father was so angry to see them that he told the boy to take his sister and go inside and to let him deal with the prince and his godfather. The boy took the hand of his sister and started to move inside, but the godfather dragged them both outside and pleaded with them to not go without watching the show, that they were going to start", he whispered with dark humor.

Astha's nails were beginning to dig painfully in his arms, but he was oblivious to the pain. His whole being was pulsating with simmering hate and the cold-blooded satisfaction of having both father and daughter rendered helpless before him. Just like he'd dreamed of 24 yrz before, just like he'd imagined while having to sleep with the constant nightmares...

"They told the girl and the boy that they both don't need to buy the tickets as they are here to show them a free theatrical drama", his voice was getting higher, raspy and dry with sarcastic humor.

"The girl and the boy fought tooth and nail, but the prince and the godfather signaled to their friends for the show to begin", he cracked a dry smile.

Astha was beginning to feel as if someone was squeezing her windpipe, by putting a foot on it, so was the intensity of her distress. "Their friends began the show, they first dragged the father in the middle and spanked him so hard, as to draw blood. He did deserved it didn't he princess, cruel people like him, deserves to get beaten the hell out of them", his arms were tightening around her to the point of acute pain.

"N..nno", she stammered, panting now, her chest was rising and falling with her every breath...

"Why no princess?", didn't you like him getting beaten? But some people do like it", he nodded towards Avdhoot, who began to threw muffled curses at him. Shlok smirked cruelly and Astha looked at her father helplessly and then put one finger over her mouth, signaling him to be silent. He stared at her with hopeless eyes and then threw his head back on the head rest, falling silent at last...

"Very well done princess", Shlok mocked, pulling at her cheek in mock appreciation. "So after the spanking the father they bound him and the boy with rope on chairs, and told them to watch the next phase of the show", he said in a chilled voice, totally devoid of any sorrow...

"Please stop", She tugged at his arms around her and Avdhoot again started shouting and banging his head on the headrest, but a hedonistic light was now glittering in Shlok's eyes and so he continued relentlessly, wrapping Astha's silky hair around his hand like a shiny rope...

"The girl pleaded with them to leave her father and brother alone and that she would marry the prince. Her chunni (scarf) had fallen while she was pleading and her dress had torn while she was having a tussle with them", his voice was getting harsh now, grating at her already raw nerves.

"The prince was so humbled with her act and her revealing skin that he dragged her softly by her hair and you know what more he did to her princess?", Shlok asked lastly in a dangerous voice, tugging at her hair, with a merciless hand, to look into her fearful eyes. His pupils had dilated so much, that the whole outer rim was obscured, turning them into obsidian bottomless pits...

Avdhoot had begun to scuffle in the chair, helpless tears were beginning to leak from his bruised cores, and his nose was running like a child...

"No I don't know, please stop it, no more", she started to wrestle in his grip, but only succeeded in uprooting some of her hair from her scalp. Every last trace of dark humor had vanished from his voice, now his tone was dripping icicles,"He threw her on the cold floor infront of her father and brother and you know what he did to her princess?".

He got up from the chair and dragged Astha's face towards him, his eyes as cold as the surface of a frozen lake. "No please don't, I don't want to know more", she clasped her hands infront of Shlok, pleading with him to stop his narration. "Sorry princess, you have to listen to the whole story, I won't stop", he told her savagely, his eyes glittering with blood thirst...

Avdhoot was bawling out loud like an overgrown baby, but his shrieks were muffled by the cloth, echoing back in his raw throat...

Astha could feel waves of murderous rage and extreme hatred emanating from him, permeating her soul. And she could feel it's agony as her own, every word of his was a painful lash, biting her skin and wounding her soul...

Shlok threw her away from him and she went down with a shriek, hitting her head on the side of the chair on which Avdhoot was bound helplessly...

Stars exploded behind her eyes, she touched a trembling hand to her throbbing temple and it came out smeared with blood. She swept her hair aside to looked at him with terrified eyes. Sparks were shooting down from his pupils, gone was the cold calculating and manipulating man, in it's place was a raging volcano, pouring lava down her ears...

Avdhoot screamed behind the blockage, pounding his forhead with the side of the chair, drawing blood from his head...

"The prince drew her down on the floor infront of her father and brother and fed on her body, like a starving jackal, then after he got his fill he threw her to his godfather, and when his godfather too fed his animal's appetite he gave her to the pack of wolves standing nearby who were catcalling and appreciating the prince and godfather's act. The pack was starving for women flesh so they fell over her like the hungry brutes they were", Shlok bit out savagely, breathing harder.

Avdhoot tussled with the bindings, but succeeded only in bruising his legs and arms. "No please not anymore stop it, for god's sake stop it", Astha blocked her ears with her hands.

Avdhoot was creating a ruckus with his muffled screaming and pounding on the chair...

"No princess, the story is not going to end soon", Shlok wrenched her hands away from her ears and holding both of her fragile wrists in one hand, took out the handcuff from his pocket with the other hand and snapped them on her wrists.

"No, please don't", she protested. "Shut up you b***h, do you hear me shutup", he clasped her jaw in his hand, dragged her body upwards and shook her hard. Maniacal light was beginning to reflect from his dilated pupils, making her heart beat like a pigeon's in her breast...

"The father could understand what they were doing and screamed and pleaded with them to stop, but the boy was only 8 yrz old and couldn't understand what they were doing, but he knew that they were doing something bad to his sister, with the way she was screaming in pain, just like a shrieking goat who is being slaughtered", he whispered hollowly into her face and left his hold on her numb body...

Astha felt his words like landslides crashing all around her, bruising her with their blows. "N..nnno", she sobbed, sliding down his body to land at his feet.

Avdhoot had grown exhausted with his struggle and now he was taking great gulps of air, too much spent to even cry now...

"They didn't show any mercy, and when they finished with her the godfather killed her right there infront of the brother and the father", Shlok bit out venomously..

"Even if he wouldn't have killed her, she was already dead, having been the lunch of 10 starving men, which girl would have survived", he said in a flat tone...

"No, please no", she gurgled, her teeth chattering with shock. But he continued relentlessly, "Do you know what did the boy saw after they murdered her?", he grated.

"No", Astha said hoarsely, her throat too raw and painful to even scream to him to shut the hell up, to stop tormenting her with the vision that was already forming infront of her eyes with his words...

"He only saw her nude body lying in the middle of the verandah, with the dagger stuck in her chest and blood pooling all around her, flowing like a stream down her bruised and broken body, her multi-colored chunni (scarf) lying nearby, which her mother had bought her just last week", his voice cold, emotionless, robotic but his words were not. Astha could feel each and every of them, like a knife slashing her skin to ribbons...

"I beg you please stop, I can't take anymore", feeling nauseous, she tugged at his trouser's leg.

Avdhoot gave a hiccup, and his head rolled on his neck, swaying with exhaustion. His whole body was soaking with sweat...

"Still they were not finished with their revenge, so they took the father with them, dragging him brutally on the floor behind them, so that his skin left his body, leaving the raw flesh on his body and the bloody streaks on the ground...

It was a bloody massacre, the neighbour's knew, they had heard the screams, the shouting, the calling for help, but no one had dared come lest they would trigger the godfather's wrath on them", he continued bitterly.

"For God sake's stop it", Astha cried out in a tormented voice, her arms wrapping around her middle in mindless agony and her head bent forwards on her neck, so low, that her hair touched the floor...

"The boy ran after them, to be beaten to death by the godfather and they left his bruised body lying there beside his sister, the blood from their bodies forming a canal all around the verandah", he continued in the same emotionless voice as if he was somewhere else and the weeping daughter, father nearby didn't exist for him...

"Please God stop it", she wailed, saliva dripped from her mouth in streaks while Avdhoot too moved his head from side to side in distress, helplessness etched in his bruised eyes...

"Why do you want me to stop it princess, the story not up to yours holier than thou standards", he sneered, getting down on his haunches near her...

"Look at me while I am talking to you", he clasped her chin in a merciless grip and tugged her face towards him.

"Please", she whispered. She knew she looked disastrous and pitiful with her running nose and blotchy face, but still no light of mercy shone from his eyes, they were completely dead, without a single trace of pity in their inky depths...

Shlok looked at her tears as if they were an alien, wrapping it's tentacles around his throat, constricting his breathing. She looked like a fragile porcelain doll sitting there, with crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes. He caught one of the tears on his forefinger, and then with a contemptuous move of his wrist flicked it away...

"The father never came back alive after they took him with them, instead he arrived in the form of pieces in a bloody sack", his hollow voice rang out in the room, echoing in the empty chamber of his frozen heart...

Astha's screams filled out the room. She could grieve because she was still alive. But he had no tears to shed because he was soul-dead, a caricature of the past, a living mummy still frozen in time...

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