Chapter 25

12 years back

Victor's POV:

I was lying on my stomach as my hands were tied above my head to the bedpost. It was in the middle of the night when I was sound asleep, he woke me up saying he wanted to have sex. I had refused before he punched me right on my nose making it bleed profusely.

The mattress below my face was now drenched in blood as my nose burnt like it was set on fire. I tried not to cry so that I wouldn't sniffle making the already hurt nose feel worse. But I couldn't help but rake in silent sobs.

I took deep breathes through my open mouth, swallowing occasionally to keep it wet. He was leaning on the window and looking down the apartment with an almost finished cigarette in his hand. Once it's over he would start raping me.

When I went to bed he hadn't returned home from work yet. When he woke me up a few minutes back he was drunk. He always comes home drinking and sometimes even returns home with a couple of prostitutes. He would tie me to a chair and make me watch what they do, he sometimes gives me a camera and asks me to record them making out on the bed. The worst thing was he would check if I had done my job properly and if not he thrashed me with his belt or tied me to the bed to starve for a couple of days.

Once he brought a lady home and forced me to sleep with her. I kept refusing though he started hitting me and banging my head on the walls. The lady was a bitch! She forced me to the bed and ripped off my clothes.

I gradually gave up fighting both having lost both mental and physical strength and surrendered to their commands. As I heard my dad laughing beside me shooting us on the bed and the lady beneath me moaning, all I could think of was my mom. Is she watching all these shits happening to me?

He finished the last one and tossed it out of the window. As he started undoing his belt my stomach twisted into a knot. He brought his camera and fixed it into the head of the holder which stood tall near the foot of our bed. He clicked on the record button before he started talking gibberish into it as he removed his clothes one by one.

Then he climbed over me and tore my shirt with his bare hands. Then his nails trailed down my back scratching as it went. It then pulled my trousers off. I didn't want him to do that to me. I so badly want someone to help me out of this. Suicide was the only option to escape this hell, but I wanted to live. I craved to live like other happy boys out there.

I started wriggling as I felt him inside me shouting words at him to stop. As I struggled harder, one of his firm hands pinned my neck to the bed in a death grip as he went faster. Tears rolled down my eyes as I realized there is no way to stop him. I closed my eyes thinking of my mother's warm honey eyes, which were the only thing that gave me peace in this world.

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An hour later he was snoring beside me, sound in sleep as I laid there staring at the ceiling with blood dried up all over my face. The camera stand was still standing near my leg staring down at me. He didn't stop the recording either. He just plopped beside me once he was done and fell into a deep sleep.

I got up slowly collecting my sore body with me and moved near the stand. I plucked the camera from its holder and stopped the recording. I clicked on the gallery icon before clicking on the most recent video recorded. The footage of him forcing into me with a disgusting grin and satisfaction on his face zoomed into the screen.

I quickly exited the video before breaking into hysterical sobs. I can't take this anymore. I can't keep letting this happening to me. I am fifteen years old now. I am growing up. I should take of myself, especially when there is no one else to take care of me. I wiped away my tears and made a strong decision. I should keep a full stop to all this, to him. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife from the drawer. I walked back to the room as I stood in front of him.

He was snoring into his pillow, lying on his stomach. So peacefully sleeping after ruining others' lives? I inhaled sharply ignoring the pain in my nose. I grasped the knife with both of my hands tightly before I raised it high above my head as it started shaking. Should I do this? Should I kill someone? I closed my eyes and went back to the day when I saw my mother for the very last time. Her honey eyes shined down on me as she cupped my face in her hands.

"He deserves this, just do it", she said softly smiling at me. My hands tightened over the knife once again as it swung down the air plunging into my dad's back. Blood splattered around us as his eyes sprang open. He started screaming as he realized what was happening. I climbed to the top of him to stop him from getting up and continued stabbing him blindly on his back. His hands thrashed around him as he wriggled his lower body to throw me down.

I continued stabbing him as blood sloshed around us in a huge amount. I didn't stop until he stopped moving. When he did I was still sitting on him panting heavily for a few minutes. The white blanket that covered him was now all crimson red and soaked in blood. His eyes stared at the wall beside us at nothing as I got down from his limp body.

I admired my work for a minute and his lifeless face which had now turned pale as a paper. A new ray of happiness borne in me as I realized he was no more a part of my life. I won't be controlled again, tortured again, or raped again! I felt like I was reborn that night.

I turned from him to get out of the room when I noticed my neighbors standing by the doorway. Its when the man scanned me up and down did I realize that I was still naked. Their terror-stricken faces stared at me, him and my knife back to back before they sprinted out of our house.

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