#4 Ashlok Dark FF - My Ransacked Heart/ UPDATED/ Chapter 55/ (Pg-147) - Page 14

Chapter 41

Broken Sparrow

If it doesn't break your heart ~ it isn't love ~

It only hurts ~ when you start pretending it doesn't ~

Crack, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the silent air. "Lazy no good b****d", the middle-aged man was fuming at the boy. "I told you to clean the tables and what did you do you mongrel, you spilled water on it", spit flew from his mouth, hitting the boy on face.

But the boy who seemed to be about 14 years of age stood silently, with his head bent and listening to the tirade of the middle-aged man. "It was a mistake sir, I didn't do it on purpose", he cradled his injured hand in his other hand...

"I ought to break that other hand of you too", he shouted. "Sir it was only a mistake, I've got a hand injury that's why I was unable to balance the tray", he defended himself tiredly although he knew that it would have no effect on his boss. "Mistake my foot", he cursed. Shlok bent his head tiredly, he was so exhausted that he felt as if the earth was dragging him towards her. He wanted to lie down on the rough ground and sleep forever...

But we can't sleep forever, we have to wake up and face the realities of being alive, whether we want it or not...

Sometimes you feel as if the world doesn't exist for you and you are not of the world. You feel stifled, an alien and you think that what are those creatures that are roaming outside? Are they more humans or are you a human? Or maybe you are not a human at all. You look like a human from outside, but inside you are totally changed. Your feelings doesn't belong to this world, your heart is not of this world...

You want to run forever, until you find peace but peace is an alien too, and you'll only find it in your alien world...

"If you've done a mistake then get ready to face its consequences, otherwise feel free to leave the job", the middle-aged man growled. "What I have to do", Shlok asked in a subdued voice, it was the question of his studies and career, he couldn't leave the job. "First get down on your knees and rub your nose in the dirt infront of me then after doing this go and stand outside in the cold", the man's eyes were glinting with a sadistic light...

Shlok did as he said he got down on his knees and rubbed his nose in the dirt, with his boss's feet on his neck pushing him in the dirt, then he removed his clothes and went outside the shop to stand in the freezing cold of December...

On the next day he was found lying on the ground, frozen to the core and afflicted with pneumonia...

And atlast he knew that death was his worst enemy, she was an alien to him so he made peace with that alien who was not for him...

He gave up the struggle of dying but he also promised himself that he would survive but won't live ever...

Death was in God's hands but living was in his hands...

"Atta girl", Shlok chuckled in her ear while she closed her eyes in defeat. He removed his arms from around her waist and her knees gave away but before she could fall on the floor he caught her in his arms and laying her down on the carpet followed her with his own body. She really looked like a delicious banquet laid out before him which he had every wish to devour. Her porcelain skin gleamed in the bright light.

"Can you switch off the light", she asked hesitatingly. His eyes seemed to be boring holes inside her body. "Shy princess, I've seen you before like this, what's new?", he mocked. "But it wasn't so bright then", she answered nervously. "Good then, because at last everything can come out in light", he answered rhetorically and she threw a blank look at him.

"Don't put pressure on your tiny mind Barbie doll, it's not for you to try to understand", he patted her face as if she was a child. Why did she detect a well of bitterness behind his words, she pondered but soon every thought flew from her mind when he suddenly flipped her on her stomach and started trailing open-mouthed kisses from her shoulders to the small of her back.

Panting hard she moved her face aside and dug her fingernails in the soft carpet, until she imprinted the impression of her fingers on it's surface...

The falcon had the sparrow in its clutches and she was fluttering her wings, trying to escape from his sharp talons, but he knew as well as she that it was a fruitless struggle...

Astha jerked a little as he bit at the soft globe of her behind. "What do you want princess, tell me", he whispered hotly, while stringing hot kisses along her shoulder blades, he was lying over her now his weight crushing her in the soft carpet, but it was only a heady sort of pleasure for her...

The falcon dug his sharp beak in the sparrow and began tearing off her wings one by one. She pleaded with him to stop the torment but he gave a triumphant cry and resumed tearing at her downy feathers...

"I...I... want...", she gasped, her body jerking out of control as he bit at her shoulder. "Yes princess what do you want?", he crooned in a dark voice. "Please I want you", she moaned. "Say my name princess, say that I want you Shlok", smoothing her hair away he whispered in her ear. His hot breath kissed her naked nape causing heated flutters to dance on her skin. "I want you Shlok", his name was wrenched out from her convulsing throat...

"Well done princess you very well earned your reward", his smile was victorious as he pulled her back on all fours, parted her and without preamble pushed himself all the way inside. A dehumanized scream left her throat as his hardness burned, but it was a pleasurable burn...

His fingers dug in her hipbones as he gritted his teeth and pulled himself all the way out. "No", she moaned as the loss was unbearable. He had taken her like an animal from behind but she didn't care, he was making her beg but she didn't care she only wanted him to fill the void inside her with his toxic love and his medicated disease. She didn't know when his particular love had become a drug for her and she was dying every second craving for it...

The sparrow pleaded again with the falcon to leave her alone but the falcon refused her...

"Please", she sounded like a broken record. "I am not leaving princess", he gave a rough laugh and plunged all the way inside her again until he touched her womb. Heat bloomed inside her womb and burst and she mewled as his hands moved to cup her ample breasts from beneath and then massaged and tugged at her turgid nipples...

Pleasure and pain combined to streak from her breasts to her core. His breath was sawing in and out of his chest now which increased her arousal to another notch...

He was as much affected as she was however much he tried to control himself. He pumped harder causing her to arch back in his chest, his hands moved over her washboard flat stomach and his fingers dug in the skin of her abdomen feeling the fluttering motions of her womb as he plunged and withdrew...

Panting hard she shoved herself back in his grip, impaling herself harder on his steel like hardness but still it wasn't near enough. He knotted her hair in his hand and tugged, causing her to move on her knees and arch her arms back to wrap them around his head. An appreciative masculine groan left his throat and his hands moved to enclose her throat, squeezing it to intensify her pleasure...

"Please", she didn't know for what she was begging? To end her torment or to stop, but she also knew to stop was to die and to continue would bring the final pleasure and with it the separation and she wanted him to continue until the doomsday approached, wanted herself to touch him until her fingers bleed, to taste him until she could absorb him inside her, to hear his voice until her eardrums shatter to smell him until her lungs have no breath left...

"You're close princess I can feel your sheath tugging on me, it wants to hold me forever but you won't come princess, until I'll allow it", her mouth fell open in a soundless gasp as fire streaked through her womb at his dirty talk...

"Oh God", she whimpered. "Yes princess in this I am your God, but I would like it if you would call me with my name", he gave a raspy laugh. "Damn you", she sobbed, the heat was becoming unbearable, and she was feeling as if she would combust anytime soon. "Tuh, tuh princess don't blaspheme", he admonished her and gave a mighty thrust that speared through her heart.

"Please Shlok", she screamed. "Yes princess can you feel me here, he moved his hand down to touch where they were joined. "Yes", she moaned. "Say yes Shlok", he tugged at her hair. "Yes Shlok", she panted harder, her breath burning in her lungs and her body trembling in the grip of his cancerous love...

The wet sound of bodies slapping against each other and the rough animalistic groans leaving their throats vibrated in the room as they both approached their climax. Hearts thudded and body's slipped on each other due to perspiration but it was a hedonistic pleasure for them.

Panting Shlok borrowed his face in her shoulder and bit at the soft flesh, tasting the salty skin. A tearing scream left her throat as she detonated around him, blood rushed inside her head and she felt herself flying into different directions...

But still he didn't stop, thrusting along her hypersensitive flesh and causing her orgasm to gain momentum due to the delicious friction. He jerked and gave a hoarse gasp as he too gained his release collapsing against her back and in turn she collapsed on the carpet, panting as if she had run a marathon...

He had atlast destroyed her as he had vowed...

She was broken and he had seeped through all the cracks like poison ivy and now he was everywhere, in her smell, in her touch, in her taste and hearing...

Consuming and devouring all...

Astha felt cold air touched her perspiration fueled body as he rolled away from her body and got up on his feet. Groaning, her muscles aching deliciously she turned on her back but she didn't have the energy left to get up on her feet...

The falcon having finished with the sparrow grasped her head in his talons and lifted her face to look into her eyes...

Her eyes were glassy. He brought his mouth near her ear. And muttered the two destructing words "I won. "...

Astha's eyes flickered, which indicated that her mind had recognized those two words for what they were...

The falcon opened his claws dropping the bruised body of the sparrow. Then he opened his wings to get ready to take a victorious flight...

Shlok started to leave the room, pausing only for a second to look behind at the body lying on the carpet, like the spoils of war...

The sparrow lay broken on the floor. Her wings bruised and twisted all around her...

The falcon threw a last regretful glance at the sparrow, but the arrow had already left the bow...

For the first time in his damned life Shlok Agnihotri felt no triumph just a vast emptiness inside his heart as he saw the china doll lying prone on the carpet, staring transfixed at the ceiling...

He felt a yawning chasm opening up infront of him and feeling stifled he wrenched open his shirt buttons, hurrying out from the room as if the demons of hell were chasing after him...

A tear forming at the corner of her eye rolled down her cheek and splashed on the carpet, leaving a salty track on her cherubic cheeks...

He had come in the night like the pirate he was and had hunted for her heart, raked through its emotions, looting her love and now it lay trampled at his feet, empty of all its reserves, ransacked by him ...

The sparrow realized too late that the falcon had taken away her love...

Astha Kirloskar, No just Astha had fallen in love with Shlok Agnihotri and it had cost her, her sanity...

In the study Shlok put a burning cigarette on his palm and enclosed his fingers around it. "Let the pain kill the pain", not a gasp left his throat as he chanted the same words again and again. The excruciating pain made him fall on his knees and the smell of burning flesh permeated the air but he clenched his jaw and continued the same chant...

"Say that you love me boy", a man smacked him on the face and he fell hitting his head on the corner of bed and blood began to drip from the gash. "Say please love me Shlok", a woman was laughing in his ear, carving her initials on his butt, until he screamed as if he was being slaughtered.

"Love me Shlok", a fat man pounded inside him tearing at his internals. "You must love me, you should love me boy", a maniacal man lashed him again and again across his back with a belt until every pore of his body become pain and he was living and breathing pain...

And then the pain of the broken china doll that he had left upstairs mingled with his own pain and he dug the cigarette harder in his palm but still the pain wasn't enough to obscure what he was feeling so he dragged himself near his desk, opened up the drawer and pulled out a blade.

Then he pushed at the leg of his trousers and slid the blade across his scarred calf, making a deep incisor inside the flesh and watched it with satisfaction as the warm blood gushed from the deep wound soaking the cloth in the process...

"For you princess", his heart was empty now as he had succeeded in obscuring his pain like always and every scar on his body was it's evidence...

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