Left Stranded

A sad, sad state. That is the state she has put him in. He will remember all that he has done. He tries, till today, to comprehend why he is being loathed, so much. Perhaps he knows. Perhaps he is running away from himself. Perhaps he will discover himself one day. What can he do? What will he do? What must he do? Endless questions run in his mind. Infinite answers all await to burst out from his bubble. But he withdrew himself from thinking too much. Yet his thoughts are filled. Filled with evil. He grabs a pen and pens down his perplexed thoughts. All he sees on that piece of paper are scratch and sketch marks. He grimaces at himself. He feels like picking up the phone to sass the other party. He dials. He scribbles something on the paper again. Somewhat a pastel is formed. Engaged tone after a continuous ring. The call is probably avoided. He presses the redial button. Pause. Engaged tone, again.

He slams the receiver down in frustration. He mumbles something to himself. Something even he couldn't fathom. He smirks at himself. The message ring tone on his mobile goes off. From the same number he has been trying to dial. Trembling, he views the message in anxiety. The information he had received moments ago, was true. It was what he had already expected. The message was from a third party. Probably a relative or relation. A drop of tear rolled down his cheek and remained there, waiting for its owner to make the slightest movement. The free fall was stopped short by the bright contrast from the phone's LCD. Wiping it away and his eyes, he threw the mobile onto his bed and picks up the receiver from his home phone and makes a very important call. The most important call he may ever make in his life, for now.

After a short, crisp conversation, he packs his everyday stuff and walks out the door in a flash. As he locks the door and prepares to look up to see where he is going, he sees someone. Before he could open his mouth to speak, he knew no words were there. He drops the keys. That someone picks it up even before he could move an inch. Struggling to show a sign of good gesture, he reaches out his hand. She grabs him by the arm and urges him to make haste. They hail a cab and and zoom off to where they're headed. They have less than an hour before everything ends. The only words spoken during the entire journey was informing the cab driver the location. They sit apart, distancing themselves, as usual.

They rush out of the cab, nearly forgetting to make payment. Before he could even pull out his more than feminine purse, she snatches the change from the cab driver's wrinkled hands. They slow down their pace as they enter the residence. The magnitude of the place overwhelms them. Her soft hand holding his own somehow leaves him in a very comfortable zone. But he confabulates with her, for the first time, that they're here for an entirely different reason. She nods and acknowledges him. They arrive at the door in sheer consternation. She slaps his hand as he tries to turn the knob. She grabs her hanky and slowly turns the knob. The door remained unlocked as he had expected more people to turn up. The door creaked sending the signal that new entry has been made into the room. Heads turn in angst and indignation. He looks at his watch. Seven minutes to five. He had been thinking all this while that he had made it. He was puzzled as to why he was stared at. Then it hit him.

He had ended up in the wrong abode. His lack of familiarity with his surroundings has lead him to her place. He fucked himself for thinking that she was coming with him to where he was going. He was so enthralled by her features and the alluring eau de parfum that he had failed to listen to the location that she had told the cab driver. She had wanted him for herself. To do something for her. Something that she knows only he is capable of. But it was the wrong time. Was she not aware of what had happened? Was she uninformed or was it his gullible nature? He plucked up the courage to open his mouth to speak but he couldn't utter a word. She sensed his nervousness. She beckoned him to speak for the very first time. Will he leave this jaw-dropping beauty knowing he will get something in return for what he is to do for her or disappoint his ego and leave to where he was actually supposed to head to?

He gaped at his watch. He had always liked this watch. Three minutes to five. Even the God he believes in couldn't possibly create a miracle now to get him where he was supposed to be. He took a deep breath and explained to her the predicament as quickly as he could. She comprehended him, as usual. He was pleased by her response. But what she was going to say next would leave him breathless. She denied him to leave even though she had the means to fly him off by helicopter to reach his location in five minutes. Two minutes delay would make a lot of difference, he had thought earlier. But now, she declined his proposition to get going. He had no alternative. He will never make it there, ever.

Everyone there pondered about his absence, or in their newly formed opinion, ignorance. They had noticed him being indifferent towards them of late. But they had forgiven him for they were about to rejoice. Rumors start to spread across the hall. Him not being there has led them to make a mockery out of him. Two minutes to five. The hour approaches. Their excitement is beyond their acting leader's control. They create a rumpus. Tantrums are thrown everywhere. Their acting leader bellows to his fellow men and women, all of whom are in their undergarments now. One minute to five. One more minute before everyone gets naked and wild. One more minute before the sacrificial ritual starts. Fifty-nine seconds and counting.

She was securely tied down by ropes which have already started to cut beyond the blisters. Stripped naked and positioned as if she is into bondage, she was gagged. Countless hands grabbed every part of her body that they could get their hands on. Molested and violated, she knew this was the end of her life. She knows how the ritual starts and ends. All the males will violently hump into her. It was and never could be constituted as rape because everyone who took an oath to join this elite group knew what was in store for them. They enjoyed sex more than many of their counterparts. The females will fuck her before the males proceed. Once everyone including the acting leader and the leader are done inserting their semen into her, they butcher her into bits, starting from the toes, while she watches. No one in this elite group has ever cried in pain. Everyone, even the adolescent, truly enjoyed and believed this was their moment of reaching God. Their God.

Five seconds remain. Four. Three. Two. One. Her time is up. She tries to put on a happy facade but they see through her evil intentions. Failure to show happiness in this cause is their Devil. They give her one last chance and pour the holy water all over her. They see that she is truly happy now. Everyone is already naked by that instance. The stage is set for the biggest orgy. Moans fill the room of the building, miles away from the nearest expressway. No one would hear and know a single thing. The first female steps forward, delighted beyond words. She rubs herself in oil and proceeds to rub herself all over the special one, sucking, kissing and licking as she pleases. She steps back and slowly goes down on her. The crowd cheers on. The sight is breathtaking beyond words.

He looked at his watch again. He knew the time is up. Her time. He has failed to get there. How could he not be there? For he was their leader. The one who started this elite group. He was their Bob Marley of sorts. But this time, he wasn't suppose to go there to finish fucking the special one. He had other intentions. He had come clean. He wanted to put an end to this. He could force himself to endure another female on this female but not another male. For the one who was being fucked by another female, right at that moment, was none other than his wife.

To be continued anytime if anyone at all shows interest in this story.

Tags: personal thoughts