@Yelda #ThePatient Sitting in the interrogation room I was wondering what did I do deserve this. The weird lady and the inspector asked me a lot of questions and I don’t even recognize the two people who brought me here. They are calling themselves my parents and they are calling me from some other name.
I think they have mistaken me for someone else. I do hope the weird lady helps me in getting back to my dear chacha. He might be worried. When he gets worried, he gets mad and when he gets mad he would hurt me. It’s been so long since I have been a bad girl.
I don’t want chacha to punish me. After a long time the lady who brought me here walked in. She apologized for the confusion and offered me money to compensate for my time. She even offered me a job as a maid at her home. I told her what my chachaji asked me to tell any stranger that offers this job.
“I’ll have to ask my chachaji.”
You are now reading the second chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…
She handed me the address to her home and told me her offer. It was just above what I made begging on the streets so I thought of mentioning it to chachaji. I was free to go. The inspector offered to drop me to my home but I refused and started walking towards home.
As the lady who mistook me as her daughter gave me a handsome compensation which crossed my daily quota I thought I would go home early and surprise chachaji with the money and the job news. As I turned towards the slum near the bridge, I saw two policemen tailing me. I knew that I could not bring them home.
Chacha would get mad. So I started running. They started running as well. I knew the area so I led them into a merry chase and finally dodged them and finally reached home. I went in to find chacha busy with one of his lady friends that he brings home and gives money to.
Chacha had told me that soon I would also be like those lady friends once I be of that age. I quietly went into the kitchen because chacha always liked a hot cup of tea after those lady friends of his leave home.
Then I heard chacha call my name. I took tea in a cup with me and went in. I saw the lady friend leaving with money as I gave chacha the tea. Chacha was sitting on the bed facing me. He was wearing his white west and dhoti.
His face had that angry expression he had whenever things didn’t go his way. He asked me to sit beside him and as I sat I asked him, “Why are you angry chacha?”
“That fucking whore took more than she deserved. I’m still unsatisfied. You remember what I taught you girl? You are going to be one of the best at that kotha. I’m sure you would not forget me when you go there. I would still want you to practice what I taught you on me one more time little girl.”
I did not want to do it. It really hurts. But if I don’t do it willingly chacha would force me and hurt me even more. I had no choice. Then it struck my mind. I could cheer chacha up by telling the news I got today. Maybe he spares me then. I said, “Before that chacha, I have something to tell you…”
I told him everything. He slapped me and without saying anything he pounded on me with everything he had. I was screaming and crying but he didn’t care. He took out all his anger and after a few minutes he let go and pushed me off the bed.
I laid down on the floor too scared to move and chacha started snoring. Chacha had given me so much and I knew he cared for me. I always forgave him for these small outbreaks he had. I should have known that he would get angry.
Suddenly I felt a familiar cold sensation between my thighs. It was chacha’s laathi that he used on his duty. He loved to bring it home with him and use it on me and if I didn’t pretend to like it, he used to beat me with it. I had to pretend again.
He did this every night before dinner so I have gotten used to it. I don’t even feel the rod anymore. Blood used to come out earlier but not now. Now it’s painless and bloodless. I still had to moan for chacha’s pleasure so I did.
After this daily routine chacha apologized for what he did earlier today and asked me to change and serve dinner. At dinner he asked me to go and take that job tomorrow but after the job she would also have to hit the streets as usual.
After dinner I went to sleep in the common area of the house. Although the way was a little traumatizing but I got the job and this way I could earn enough money to run away and not work at the kotha my chacha is planning to send me to.
Stay tuned…
