Married Without Love novel Chapter 18

||Third Person's POV||

The sound of water dripping down, hit the dirt ground echoed in the basement followed with a couple of groans in pain. The sun was trying to peek through the small hole to spread it's light in the whole sinful black room.

The smell of blood and death was awfully waving in the painfully suffocating air which could make anyone cringe but not those who were used to it and those who made sure that smell never faded.

The hitting of boots on the bloodfull and dirty ground echoed in the whole basement. The sound came closer and closer to the last and special room of the basement. It wasn't that it was any special torture room but it had a special prisoner there.

The door was opened with a loud thud and the small dim lights turned on. The small figure which was already present in the room tried to curl more in ball shape and groaned.

The person walked close to the small figure and fisted his hands in her hairs and pulled them up to make her face him. She groaned and cried in pain as he pulled her hair again and this time more painful. Her tears streamed down her eyes and looked at him with half opened eyes which held nothing, no spark, no pain, no anger, nothing.

“Are you hungry?” He mocked her with a sinful dark smirk.

She didn't answer him nor utter any word, just kept looking at him blankly. His cold eyes turned into a deadly glare and slapped her hard with one hand and other still in her hairs, holding her firmly.

She closed her eyes tightly when the pain shot through her left cheek and more tears fell from her and passed through her lips, mixing with the blood which was flowing through a cut on her lips.

“Answer me!” His loud angry voice boomed in the whole basement.

“He will kill you!” She answered him with the same sentence which she repeated from the past one year.

“Oh! No, no, no, no! I am scared. Please save me. Anyone!” He yelled in fake fear and then started laughing loudly at the end.

“Before he does anything to me, I will break him slowly and steadily!” He said, murderously and evilly.

He held her face in his other hand and squeezed it painfully before leaving her hairs and pushed her forcefully.

In result, she ended up hitting her face with the dirty ground. He took his gun out of his holster and crouched down beside her.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes without any fear. He moved his gun and traced her face with it. His eyes were searching for the fear but he couldn't find it.

“Just kill me!” She mumbled, blankly.

On hearing this, a smile formed on his lips and he put his gun beside him on the ground. That smile turned into a sinister smile on his lips and his hands moved towards her face and he grabbed her chin in deathly grip.

“Not before torturing you and your whole family!” He said with a dark and sinister smirk.

Suddenly, the sounds of heels hitting the ground echoed in the basement. The sinful sinister smirk on his face also got more sinistry. The metal door of the room opened and a figure entered which made the small fragile yet strong girl gasped in shock and surprise.

“What? Who? How?” She asked them in pure horror and shocked.

“Surprised, Aabro?” That guy mocked her and pulled her out of her astonished state.

Aabro looked at him from that girl then back at that girl with surprise. Aabro’s hands touched her own face as she stared at the new girl.

“Yo-you can't b-be me!” Aabro shuttered.

“But now I am you, Aabro!” That new girl replied, bitterly and had the same voice as Aabro.

That new girl also had the same features, same eyes colour, same hair color as Aabro which shocked her more.

“Who are you?” Aabro asked in a slow whisper.