Thread: Scars

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She felt his cold clammy fingers reaching up inside her skirt causing her breaths to become muffled. There was a heavy weight bearing down upon her chest causing her eyes to well up in pain. As his fingers moved over the elastic strap of her panties,she screamed out in agony and opened her eyes. Blinking rapidly,she stared vacantly at the rotting damp ceiling. The sheets were drenched with her sweat. She rolled out of the blanket covering her nakedness and opened the window. At this hour,the city was asleep. Atleast all the law abiding citizens were. She had lived here all her life. But even as the world marched forward to progress and happiness,her city was regressing to nothing but a cesspool of depravity and sin.

She opened the door of her bedroom and walked out into the narrow hallway. She resisted the urge to peep into the room of her new flatmate. It never failed to escape her notice that her roommate kept odd hours. She would vanish mysteriously and then with the dervish of a skilled conjuror,reappear mysteriously outside her door,a bottle of expensive wine in her hand. Mysterious as she was,she was still a bundle of energy and sensuality. A far cry from the mannerisms of her other flatmate. A trembling frail thing who had turned her room for all practical purposes,into a garden. She was more at ease amidst the foliage inside her room than with her roomie sisters. But as long as they paid their share of rent in time,she didn't care.

As she opened the door of the fridge,she glanced at the fluorescent alarm clock on top and a chill went up her spine. Within the next couple of hours,she would commit to some actions which would surely change her destiny. But would it be for the better or for the worse,only time would tell. As she felt the cold air from the freezer cooling the sweat droplets that beaded her forehead,she was transported back to her childhood.

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Even though she had grown up in the ghetto,she was much smarter than the other kids her age .She never talked much and kept to herself most of the time.Her mother hated her. Thought that something was wrong with her.She was a noisy woman,her mother. Her screeches were unbearable. Especially when she had customers. Who was she fooling?Did those gullible bastards think that the throes of ecstasy in front of them were a direct result of their actions? She used to get beat up by her mother regularly. She said she reminded her too much of her father. Even though the food was scarce and the abuses aplenty,she kept her head down and studied. When she was in the eighth grade,her mother OD'd. As the coroner took her mother's body to the morgue,she was met by a kindly old woman from the social services. Within the next week,she was packed off to live with her mother's sister.

Then came a short period of happiness in her life.Her aunt and uncle were good god fearing folk.With their aid, she allowed religion and as a consequence,god into her life. She became a choir girl and a prized student at school. The school authorities had high hopes for her. All of this changed on that fateful day. It was her fifteenth Birthday. Her aunt was out of town and she was celebrating with her uncle. She had had a few glasses of wine and was celebrating the buzz that came with it when she felt her uncle's hand on her thigh.Within seconds,his tongue was lashing against her lips and his powerful hands pinned her to the ground. Her uncle unzipped his pants and stuffed his hankie into her mouth to muffle her screams. That was the first time she was raped. And it wouldn't be the last.

Over a period of 3 years,her uncle used her body to satiate his animalistic desires. In front of the parishioners and citizens,he was a man of God. And in front of her, god's polar opposite. She suspected that her aunt knew about this. For she was forever trying to avoid situations that would take her out of town. She was nothing but a cockroach,living on the scraps that fell to the floor. She felt nothing but disgust and contempt for her aunt. In fact she hated her more than her husband. On day,she would make them pay. On that day,when she would be able to stand on her own feet,there would be hell to pay

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As soon as she turned 18,she moved out of the house and attended University in the adjoining town. The scholarship that she had earned finally enable her to cut ties with her past. The town was far from the shithole that she had grown up in. She found herself caught in a whirlwind of classes, presentations and practicals. Her striking looks made her the target of many admirers. To create a temporary relief to her stressed and jam-packed College schedule,she allowed many of these admirers to become her lovers. But she was never bound down to the safety jacket of a steady relationship. While she enjoyed many of these sojourns in bed,bathrooms,dorm rooms and the backseat of many a vehicle,she found herself faced with a challenging quandary. She could never climax. No matter how skilled her partner was in the erotic arts,no amount of coaxing by her partners' fingers,mouth,tongue and penis could bring her to the throes of orgasm. She tried experimenting with other women to come to grips with her sexuality. Her psych professor and later her her lover,an exotic beauty from Spain,with Auburn hair told her that her inability to climax could be linked with to her past traumas. Traumas which she had never shared with anybody and in all possibility,never would.

The years passed by. She became a successful psychologist with 2 much lauded research papers to her name. The time was ripe for her to return back to the toilet of a town which she had come from and face her demons. But as much as she tried,she could never walk up to the people who had taken so much from her. She felt shattered. All her life,she had created this projection of herself that exuded strength and to replace that projection with that of a 15 year old girl with bruises and scratches all over her supple body,was too much for her Mind to take in. She felt that she would lose control of everything. Her professional life. Her sanity. Her soul. And then she met him.

Unlike the other men and women in her life,she had never ,for once felt his eyes rove over her body. In fact,she wasn't even sure whether he had seen her entire face. His intensely green eyes penetrated right into the depths of her soul and stripped her naked from within. Over a period of 6 months,she had managed to bare open her soul to him. Her traumas,her ambitions and her apprehensions about the future. It was as if she was powerless to resist the magnetism that emanated from his eyes. The others were talking behind their backs. This was a forbidden relationship. One that would most definitely cost her,her career. But she was willing to risk everything for him.

The first time,he brushed her fingers against his scarree lips,she felt a stirring in her loins, something she thought she would never experience in her life. As she boarded the night train to her living quarters,she felt a wetness run down her thighs. It was past midnight when she got off the train. As she passed a dark alley,hardly 2 block from her apartment,she was grabbed by a pair of powerful hands and flung to the ground. As the attackers knee tried to part her thighs,she stuck her hands into her purse, pulled it out and then tasered her attacker. Not just once. But over and over again. She searched a nearby trash can for something that would hurt her attacker. And then she found it. It was worn out for sure,and broken in places.But it would do. She swung the baseball bat with all the collective fury that had embedded itself inside her towards the fallen man's head. His skull cracked on impact showering her face with flesh and cerebral fluid. She repeated the action again and again . Until only a puddle remained where the man's head should have been

Originally Posted by The Poocha

Update 3/5

As soon as she turned 18,she moved out of the house and attended University in the adjoining town. The scholarship that she had earned finally enable her to cut ties with her past. The town was far from the shithole that she had grown up in. She found herself caught in a whirlwind of classes, presentations and practicals. Her striking looks made her the target of many admirers. To create a temporary relief to her stressed and jam-packed College schedule,she allowed many of these admirers to become her lovers. But she was never bound down to the safety jacket of a steady relationship. While she enjoyed many of these sojourns in bed,bathrooms,dorm rooms and the backseat of many a vehicle,she found herself faced with a challenging quandary. She could never climax. No matter how skilled her partner was in the erotic arts,no amount of coaxing by her partners' fingers,mouth,tongue and penis could bring her to the throes of orgasm. She tried experimenting with other women to come to grips with her sexuality. Her psych professor and later her her lover,an exotic beauty from Spain,with Auburn hair told her that her inability to climax could be linked with to her past traumas. Traumas which she had never shared with anybody and in all possibility,never would.

The years passed by. She became a successful psychologist with 2 much lauded research papers to her name. The time was ripe for her to return back to the toilet of a town which she had come from and face her demons. But as much as she tried,she could never walk up to the people who had taken so much from her. She felt shattered. All her life,she had created this projection of herself that exuded strength and to replace that projection with that of a 15 year old girl with bruises and scratches all over her supple body,was too much for her Mind to take in. She felt that she would lose control of everything. Her professional life. Her sanity. Her soul. And then she met him.

Unlike the other men and women in her life,she had never ,for once felt his eyes rove over her body. In fact,she wasn't even sure whether he had seen her entire face. His intensely green eyes penetrated right into the depths of her soul and stripped her naked from within. Over a period of 6 months,she had managed to bare open her soul to him. Her traumas,her ambitions and her apprehensions about the future. It was as if she was powerless to resist the magnetism that emanated from his eyes. The others were talking behind their backs. This was a forbidden relationship. One that would most definitely cost her,her career. But she was willing to risk everything for him.

The first time,he brushed her fingers against his scarree lips,she felt a stirring in her loins, something she thought she would never experience in her life. As she boarded the night train to her living quarters,she felt a wetness run down her thighs. It was past midnight when she got off the train. As she passed a dark alley,hardly 2 block from her apartment,she was grabbed by a pair of powerful hands and flung to the ground. As the attackers knee tried to part her thighs,she stuck her hands into her purse, pulled it out and then tasered her attacker. Not just once. But over and over again. She searched a nearby trash can for something that would hurt her attacker. And then she found it. It was worn out for sure,and broken in places.But it would do. She swung the baseball bat with all the collective fury that had embedded itself inside her towards the fallen man's head. His skull cracked on impact showering her face with flesh and cerebral fluid. She repeated the action again and again . Until only a puddle remained where the man's head should have been

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The feral hiss of a cat nearby,shook her out of the her barrage of memories. She glanced once again at the fluorescent alarm clock and took a deep breath.It was time. He had been transferred to a different facility and she had been banned from seeing him.Unknown to the authorities,she had started dating the warden of the facility. She showered and started applying makeup to her already glowing face . Liberal doses of mascara and blood red lipstick were on the menu tonight. As she left the apartment and walked towards her prey,she glanced high up at the Billboard that showcased the features of the most eligible bachelor in the city. Tall,dark,handsome and muscular,here was a man who was born into luxury and comfort and making the most of it . And that he was an orphan was the Cherry on top. Perhaps their paths would cross one day,she pondered.

Her prey opened the door after the first knock. A few minutes later,she was riding him to oblivion. A lithe blond knockout riding an overweight old man. She slapped his face hard to increase the intensity of this thrusts. She could feel something build up inside her. As his grunts and groans reached its peak,she slipped out the Bowie knife she had used to tie her hair with and plunged it deep into the Warden's neck. Blood gushed out of the wound with such a force that it soaked her upper body completely. There was blood in her eyes , stinging and unforgiving. As she looked at his dying visage,she was rocked by something which she had craved to experience. Her breath caught in her throat as she wailed like a banshee. Tears streamed down her eyes as she came again and again

Originally Posted by Smartu

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It was raining heavily when she reached the gates of Arkham Asylum. The towering spires of the former castle shone during the bright intermittent flashes of lightning. It was just past 0530 hours. Apart from a couple of guards in the control room,the place would be empty. And if she met any resistance,her trusty baseball bat would aid her. Mascara streaming down her face,she used the warden's keycard to access the electrical section. Within a matter of minutes,all the cell doors were open and the inmates were tearing apart the guards as well as each other. It was chaos personified.

As she walked down the long hallway towards his cell,she snorted in delight at the violent displays of blood and gore around her. She even had the good fortune to split open a few skulls. There was smoke arising from one of the cells resulting in the sprinklers being activated. As she neared the centre of the hallway,she stopped. She caught sight of her prince ambling towards her. All the Chaos around her vanished. It was just the two of them. As he came close to her,she looked at his face. The bleached white skin(the result of him falling in a vat of chemicals),the eyes which screamed anarchy and most of all,his wide grin that extended towards his eyes.Then,he started cackling. As his throaty cackle came from within the depths of his soul,she joined him with her own shrill voice.

Their voices merged. And so did their souls

Gotham would never be the same again

The End

Originally Posted by The Poocha

Final update

It was raining heavily when she reached the gates of Arkham Asylum. The towering spires of the former castle shone during the bright intermittent flashes of lightning. It was just past 0530 hours. Apart from a couple of guards in the control room,the place would be empty. And if she met any resistance,her trusty baseball bat would aid her. Mascara streaming down her face,she used the warden's keycard to access the electrical section. Within a matter of minutes,all the cell doors were open and the inmates were tearing apart the guards as well as each other. It was chaos personified.

As she walked down the long hallway towards his cell,she snorted in delight at the violent displays of blood and gore around her. She even had the good fortune to split open a few skulls. There was smoke arising from one of the cells resulting in the sprinklers being activated. As she neared the centre of the hallway,she stopped. She caught sight of her prince ambling towards her. All the Chaos around her vanished. It was just the two of them. As he came close to her,she looked at his face. The bleached white skin(the result of him falling in a vat of chemicals),the eyes which screamed anarchy and most of all,his wide grin that extended towards his eyes.Then,he started cackling. As his throaty cackle came from within the depths of his soul,she joined him with her own shrill voice.

Their voices merged. And so did their souls

Gotham would never be the same again

The End

Namude kochine kuricharnalle. ente imagination oke Indian backgroundil aarnu. Baseball bat onnum orthila. veednum vayichapol aanu roomate reference, psychiatrist reference oke srediche kollam