Crooked Piece of Meat! A Rapist Craved For
By: Mushk Bala
Tags: Rape, Written Tales, Short Story, Women, Fiction

Crooked Piece of Meat! A Rapist Craved For

Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

“I was raped as a child”

With trembling sweaty hands, grieving through watery eyes, brushing the sensation through every follicle of numb corium, Shereen was open about her experience.

Doctor Emy was quiet for a moment. It was 6th session of Shereen that she opened up about the reason behind each of her hallucinations.

“You want to share something. Speak it up! I’m listening.”

Dr. Emy broke the silence of mourn. Shereen was still disturbed.

“Do you think that incident had shaken you apart? You feel out of your body as if it’s not yours?”

“It belongs to my rapist.”

The sheltered tone was now defensive, for the man who was accused of the robbery.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it was his possession. I only live inside the home he owns. Walls are haunting me from the inside. An excruciating pain is dissolving me.”

“You want to live there?”

“Yes” An impetuous yielding behavior which Shereen had developed. Next to her was, Dr. Emy! Solace of doctor’s place made her vocal. After quiet release of a burdened breath, she spoke out:

“Perhaps No”

“Don’t confuse your willpower. Make a single decision Shereen!”

“There is no way out. How can I escape?”

“Suppose the owner of the house is outstation. You can escape. A little bit of courage! you need.”

“I would try to. What if he catches me out?”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Would you help me to escape from that cage?” Innocence demanded a guarantee.

“Why not! I can pursue the legal process to ensure your security. Let’s make your home ‘YOURS’.”

“Is this possible?” A question with misery of captivity popped out

“Of course, it is!”

A pause of uncertainty!

Dr. interrupted:

“Let’s talk about the home you are living in! Is it shattered, broken, beautiful, luxurious, or what? How would you describe your residency in simple words?”

“It’s disguised. I have a mirror in my bedroom. I can see through it. My reflection is chasing me to kill my persona. My curves don’t fit into the cage I’m living in. They are outpouching. The stares used to keep an eye over them. I blamed the curves for being too hefty to be ignored. Suddenly, I am feeling it’s a dream. I no more exist in a territory where curves of mine are being exploited.”

“You follow your dream or just ignore it?”

“I can’t ignore. I have to follow it. I have nothing left behind. That dream is the only life! I have right now.”

“You think the body of yours is everything! you have?”

“That was the first thing for which I got attention from my stepfather. After that, everything was a dream. My mother was too strict to talk to.”

“Do you love your mother?”

“I don’t know how people love? how they hate?” A question in the wretched tone was nothing but a reflection of the society which is too outspoken to talk about taboos.

“You hate your body?”

“Yes”

“Why?”

“Why to love it? it’s a burden I’m carrying on my shoulders. It takes away all the courage! I am supposed to have.”

“Still it’s yours. That’s enough to love it.”

“It’s not mine. I’m its treasure. It’s a shop where meat is frozen to become available to butchers. It’s vandalizing my personality. I’m heading towards an identity crisis because of it. I want to rip it off. Sometimes!” Her eyes seem to wander in abandonment.

“Your body is not the culprit.”

“But the culprit is alive.”

A Pause! Attributed to injustice prevailing in the society.

“He is not punished that’s why you are punishing yourself?”

“No, why would I care! what happened to him.” Shereen was still in denial of her timidity.

“Social justice and your mental status! The two are different things. Both are getting intermingled. Let us handle them separately. It would vouchsafe you a lot of tranquility. Do you want peace with your identity?”

“Who doesn’t.” An answer not to be questioned.

“We have to approach peace to acquire peace. I’m giving you the prescription. Your task is to re-imagine yourself in the mirror of your identity as someone ‘Perfect and Complete’. Do meditate, Rehearse it again and again. We will talk about it in the next session.”

“Thank you, Doctor!”

“My Pleasure”

It got Shereen 2 hours to park her car in the main parking. Julie was asking for her favorite chocolate, yesterday. It was 7’O clock in the dark. She entered the mall, picked up the chocolate, rushed towards the counter.

While leaving the mall, she noticed two sturdy men, gazing towards her. They were chasing her for some calculated time. It’s common in the main city area. Pretty confident! she looked, because of her economic status. Though, inside was a mourn. She assembled herself, unlocked her car, drove it to the main road to reach her daughter at home.

When she left the main road to enter the street to her home. A fast-moving car knocked her route. She had to push a break to avoid accident. A man came out of the car, broke her car window, grabbed her by the neck. She resisted but no vain.

There were villages in the territory. Both men carry her to the bushes around. No human could be seen here and there. She was almost unconscious, begging for her life. “My daughter is waiting for me at home, let me go.”

Amalgamated with Power, Lust is blind and deaf.

Those curves were again under assault, for not being flat in the century of gazes and hazes.

Because they said ‘you deserved that’.