White Avenue
Building 56
Room 8 Basement
2:15pm, Italy Rome
A man of about fifty years old, walked in a dimly lit room in silence.
The room reeks of stale blood and rotten flesh mixed with the pungent smell of urine.
It was poorly ventilated with just one window with a net barely enough to let in sunlight and keep the buzzing flies away.
It was in this same room a teenage girl was chained hands and feet apart to the wall in a cross pattern — naked.
Her body was filled with injuries inflicted by dangerous tools used on her, three toes each from her feet are gone with her blood dripping on the floor.
Her breasts were cut in both sides –revealing white huge chunk of flesh oozing with blood,it was a gruesome sight.
Her face was plain, it seems like whosoever is torturing her wants her face neat and pleasant to look at.
The Man approached her in a menacing manner.
"Kitty.. kitty, you look so piteful" he clicked his teeth.
Raising her head with his fingers, he smiled obsessively satisfied.
" Your make over looks good on you" He clapped his hands in ecstasy like a child.
The girl opened her eyes which were swollen due to excessive tears and once again,tears found its way to her eyes staring at the face of her tormentor.
"Please.." She begged,her voice hoarse and dry,
"Plea..se" She pleaded again, wanting her tormentor to have a little ounce of mercy for her but rather the word seems to be interpreted differently in his ears and triggered something in him.
"What the hell did you say?" He questioned angrily, grabbing her wounded breast aggressively as she squirmed in pain.
He added applying pressure on the breast "I begged your father..but he didn't give me what I wanted, you are and will pay for the sins of your father".
And for the 11189th times she questioned herself on what could her father have done for her to suffer like this.
Her tormentor let go of the breast and picked up a whip with iron thorns embedded in it, on sighting the whip, she started struggling frantically trying to free herself from the chains.
"No..nooo..I beg you please" ignoring her frantic crying and pleadings he let the whip come in contact with her fragile body and she screamed out.
"Ahh .hh..No!!!"
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Milo dashed into the basement on hearing a scream,his heart racing and he silently hoped that it better not be what he's thinking.
He stopped at the entrance of the basement room, watching the lady he had saved the previous day as she tossed around the bed, struggling but her eyes were still closed and he knew the scream he had heard just now was from her.. She had been having a nightmare.
'Just how much has she suffered? To have been traumatized' He queries inwardly, as a familiar emotion flickers on his face.
He quickly rushed in when she started pulling the IV pack from her arms,her eyes still closed with tears dropping slowly.
Milo felt his heart squeeze in agony as he gathered her fragile bandaged body up in his arms and rock her back and forth whispering words of reassurance to her.
"Shh.. it's okay.. I'm here now.." Slowly, slowly,she stopped struggling and opened her eyes.
Milo quietly lay her back to the bed, scrutinizing her with his eyes, only God knows what this girl has been through.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words or sounds came forth. Milo pour some water in a plastic cup and held it toward her mouth, urging her to drink but instead she looked at him with uncertainty.
Milo smiled seeing her expression, it's ok to be cautious sometimes.
"C'mon drink, I won't hurt you" He stretched the cup to her mouth again and she drank a little before resting her head on the pillow, her eyes scanning the basement for anything suspicious.
Milo dropped the cups on the table beside the bed and pulled a stool to sit beside her, staring intently at her face.
"What is your name?" He finally asked and she stared at him debating whether she could trust him or not but still she cared less.
"Amelia.." She responded,her voice barely above a whisper, Milo nodded his head inwardly repeating her name.
"What or who were you running from?" He questioned calmly, watching her bodily reactions and as expected she sprang up in panic not realizing the blanket had fallen off her upper body revealing her bandaged breasts.
"You're working with him right?" She threw at him when she finally found her voice.
"Woah..woah..calm down and I'm not working with anybody,I just want to talk ok?" Milo assured her, raising his hands in surrender, matching her eyes but deep down Milo knew that whosoever is after her is no small figure.
"If you want to know why I saved you" he pointed at her,
"You must help me know you first" he dropped his hands and pulled up the blanket to her chest.
Amelia was stunned,she wasn't expecting that move from him. Was he perhaps disgusted by my body? Scoffing inwardly at the thought of that.
Looking at Milo's side profile as he stood to check the almost empty blood bags, wondering how on earth did he get those things.
She was lost in thoughts, thinking that she could either try to trust him before her tormentor locates her or play dumb till her tormentor comes.
"Hey.."Milo touched her head, bringing her back.. smiling amusingly at her he had thought she was fantasizing about him.
" I know I'm handsome, just don't stare too much".
'Gosh..he is so full of himself' Amelia mentally said, scoffing loudly
"Stop deceiving yourself..you ain't exactly cute" but that statement sounded like a lie even to her own ears.
"What? Me?..A pretty boy like me" Milo exaggerates, dramatically flinging his hair to the side in a funny girlish way.
Amelia unknowingly let out a laugh, smiling widely.
"Your smile is beautiful.."Milo muttered, walking out.
Amelia couldn't believe it..she actually laughed and smiled at a total stranger.
Tears filled her eyes as she tried to recall how long it had been.. how many years has it been? Without laughter and without joy?
Without any glimpse of light?
But she could only remember a world filled with darkness - years in pains and torture.
Nothing else.
Maybe," Just maybe, this is my redemption" Her body was shaking as she sobbed heavily.