Chapter 4

I held Benita's hand and lay my head beside her, thinking over and over again about the doctor's report, ‘Benita is in a comatose stage. It may take days, weeks or even years for her to wake up. She may also lose her eye sight due to the brain haemorrhage. We can just pray to God for her fast recovery.’ The doctor had told me during a previous visit that morning and patted away my shoulder. 
What did she do wrong? Why does she have to suffer this fate? All she did was to love that jerk truly. There was no way that he was not guilty as claimed by his sister. I left Benny at his place and He was the only one present there. If he hadn't raped her, why did he have to be on the run? Tears started rolling down my face. I gently caressed her bruised cheek. 

“I promise you Benny, I will punish everyone responsible for your condition. They have messed with the wrong person. I will find that dog and fucking kill him. Until then, I will toy with his sister. She will undergo much worse than you did.” 
I got out of the hospital furiously and drove my car to Freshalco, one of my pub chains. I directly made my way to the VIP lounge , ordering a whiskey large. I spent the rest of the day there, drinking heavily. 
Though, my family men belonged to the reputed Cosmino Mafia gang for generations, the women in our family were always pure and soft-hearted. My mother taught me to be a man of honour and instilled moral values in us. Many young women threw themselves at me and I had been with many for my own pleasure but never had I ever touched a woman out of her will. But this very day, all my morals were deep buried and forgotten. All I wanted was revenge. 
I hit the gas and my car engine roared to life. I reached my house at around ten that night. I took two steps at a time and reached the double door of my room. I pushed it open to see the wench sitting comfortably on my bed. I was enraged and lost my control. 
“Look who’s having a great time here.” I strode towards her in a murderously slow pace. She looked startled and stood up from the bed immediately. With each of my steps forward, she took one backward. 
“You are back.” She squealed in horror.
“Well, it is my wedding night. I wouldn't miss it for the whole world, now can I?” I spoke in a cold voice. I moved closer to her making her flinch back and hit the wall. I placed my hands on either side of her head, trapping her in between.
“I will take the couch.” She tried to push me away saying that.
“Where do you think you are going, you slut?” I slapped her hard and she fell on the ground with a thud. I crouched down to her level, lifting her chin.
“Let me go, you are drunk. Leave me alone, please.” She started crying and hitting my chest hard. 
I fisted her hair tightly in my hand and dragged her to the bed. I punched her face hard enough to make her fall on the bed flat on her back.
I pinned her hands above her head and hovered myself over her petite body.
She screamed and called out for help but I knew very well that no one will be rescuing her tonight.
I tore her sleeves and trailed my hands under her dress lifting it up her thighs. She kept pushing and trashing me away but I stopped her with a hard slap. Her lips started bleeding however, I did not feel sorry for her. I pushed my body more closer into hers which made her gasp loudly. I tore her remaining clothing and forcefully entered her but I immediately stop when I felt her maidenhead still intact. ‘she's a Virgin?’ Although, the fair minded side of my brain asked me to stop torturing her, the more evil part of me prevented me from doing so. ‘Her brother is the reason why Benny is admitted in the hospital. This is not enough. Keep torturing her. Do. Not. Stop’ A voice kept echoing at the back of my head to do more cruel things to her. I started to pound into her violently. Her cries eventually stopped after many more rounds of torture. I looked at her emotionless face, silent tears were continuously flowing from her eyes and I felt a tinge of guilt. I pushed myself away from her body. I dragged her naked form to the room attached to my master bedroom and threw her inside mercilessly. I could hear her sobs the whole night before I drifted of into a deep slumber.
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The pain inflicted on me, both physically and mentally, was enormous and couldn't be simply explained in words.
I laid on the floor thinking how my once beautiful life turned upside down in a matter of days. I would have never dreamt that I would be raped by my husband on our wedding night even in the most horrific nightmares.
‘What did I ever do to deserve this? I still do not believe that Jon raped Benny. How do I make this monster understand that? I already hate him too much. I do not want to do anything with him. Let him believe whatever he wants to but I will never forgive him for what he did to me. I just have to prove my brother's innocence.’ 
I got up and walked inside a small bathroom, attached to the room. I glanced at the mirror and was shocked to see my own reflection. I had dark circles surrounding my eyes, my lips were chapped and bleeding, my cheeks were purple due to the hard slaps from my damn husband. My arms, neck, face and shoulders were covered in scratch and bite marks. The region between my thighs were sore from the assault. I traced my finger slowly on the scratch marks on my neck and flinched in pain.
I leaned on the sink and started crying silently not wanting to wake up that cruel man. 
‘You can do it Sammy. You survived the worst part. He will leave you alone after this.’ I pacified myself but little did I know what that man is capable of or about the numerous tortures that he has in store for me. I took a warm shower to wash of the blood stains off my body. I wore a dress which was given to me by the head chef, Sheila. I was famished and extremely thirsty since I did not have a meal after yesterday's dinner and it was almost afternoon by the time I got up but I did not step out of my room, fearing for my dear life. After a while, Sheila came in to my room with a plate of spaghetti. She informed me that Benjamin has gone to his warehouse and immediately, I felt relieved.
“Can I make a call to my parents, Ms.Sheila?” She hesitated for a moment before handing me her mobile.
I thanked her and dialled my dad's number. After trying a couple of times, I tried my mom's number when my dad did not attend my call but still no answer. I tried the landline desperately.
‘Why are they not attending the call? Did something bad happen to them?’ I pondered worriedly. I decided to Call Andrea however, my call was disconnected after the second ring. I dialled her number once again, this time it was switched off. I felt helpless.
“Miss please handover the mobile. Mr. Winchester will be here soon.” I shook my head and handed over the mobile.
I was distressed and edgy not knowing about my parent's whereabouts. ‘Did he kill them already?’ I shook of all the negative thoughts and decided to ask him when he returned. Sheila was kind enough to offer me a thin mattress and few blankets. She had also given me Benny's clothes to wear. I stood near the small window and anxiously waited for Benjamin's arrival so that I can inquire about my parents.
When he did not come, after waiting for the whole evening , I decided to lie down for a while. I kept staring at the ceiling blankly, just then I heard the sound of a car entering through the gates. I immediately decided to go downstairs and talk to him.
I saw him sitting on the living room couch, fingers pinching the space between his eyebrows. He looked exhausted, his top collar buttons were open and his shirt looked wrinkled. I coughed a few times to seek his attention and kneeled down in front of his legs.
“Ahm.. where are my parents?” I asked him courageously yet tactfully.
He stared at me through his emotionless eyes. And his lips curved into an evil smile. “I killed them.”
I started panting heavily and sat flat on the floor, looking down at the floor. Tears started rolling of my cheeks. Anger started to spread throughout my body and I couldn't control my feelings anymore.
“Why did you do that? Why did you kill them? Isn't it enough for you torture and rape me? Why did you kill them, you psycho?” I held his collar and shook it as hard as possible but soon I was slapped hard. 
“How dare you, bitch? Psycho is your brother, not me. He raped my sister and now she is in coma, for God knows how long. She will not be able to see and walk properly like before because of your brother.” He screeched loud enough for the whole house to hear him.
“And you are no different than him.” I murmured for which he dragged me upstairs and pinned me on the wall. An evil smile was plastered on his gorgeous face.
“Don't touch me. Stay away, you monster.” I started hitting him, tears welling up my eyes but I was stopped when he struck me with a blow on my face. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside followed by his pistols and knives. He tore my dress revealing my bare chest. When I lifted my hands to cover them, he turned me around to face the wall. I heard the zip of his pants being opened and knew that his pants followed the other clothes on the floor.
‘Not again. God please save me from this beast.’ I prayed but my prayers were not answered. He kept torturing me repeatedly like the previous night. The room was filled with the sounds of his grunts. He threw me into my room when he was done. 
I lay there naked and shivering from the cold