Devil’s Toy Player

The ray of sun penetrated through the thick curtains into the cold room. 

It's June.

She hadn’t changed or even showered since he left her alone hours ago. Sibel was awake and naked on the bed, covered by dirty sheets stained by her purity and his sin.  

Sleep didn’t come for her, who wanted so much to cry and yell but nothing came out. It was like a soulless body only staring into the void. A cadaver still breathing.

Something had died forever. 

Something she held dear.

Something that was shattered.

“Sibel! Sibel!” Andrea's voice came from outside the windows. She got up quickly, as if in a trance, and tried to get ready as she had done before when he called her down to her apartment back in Rome. 

But one look in the mirror and she stopped. Her face was full of his marks, he hadn't left a spot on her skin unmarked.

Sibel couldn’t face Andrea like this; he would bring her brothers to him. She combed her hair, letting it cover her face. She didn’t have any other clothes, only a bathrobe, and she put it on. The balcony attached to the room had a picturesque view of his farm. If she had been in the right state of mind, she would have contemplated its beauty.

“Andrea, che cosa stai facendo qui? (what are you doing here!)”

“Sono qui per riscattare amore mio! (I am here to rescue my Love) Vieni con me! (Come with me!) Ho portato anche la polizia. (I brought the police too) Lori ti salveranno ( They're gonna save you)!” he said with his infantile mind. 

She knew well who would do something like he had done last night, only if he was involved with the Mafia. She knew that her father had moved away from that life partially, which is why he could have the upper hand when it came to their security.

Ahmed Kara was born king of the underworld; that is why he was called The Emperor. But at the request of his wife Adalet, he never involved their sons in this world.

So when the time came to let go of the reins, he didn't hesitate just to avoid creating a war.

Her tears met her cheek and the breeze in that moment didn't bother her at all. She wanted to run to his arms to say that what had happened was just a nightmare. They were still in Rome, waiting at the bus station. She felt a hand take hold of her waist and pull her. Harshly, she was pulled toward his half-naked body.

“Send him away before I break my promise. After all, I took what I wanted from you last night!?” he threatened, breathing near her nape.

“I dare you! Break your promise, Rapist! Then I will call you an untrustworthy Rapist before my last breath!” She turned to face him with her piercing eyes, not feeling intimidated by him at all.

 He feared her eyes, but the rage inside consumed his mind once again. He took her body and put it on the edge of the balcony, with half of her body outside as he held onto the rest of her.

“If you want her, I can toss her down to you right now?” Sinbad yelled as he secured her, making sure she wouldn't fall. But he felt like she was slipping through his grip as she pulled against him. She had a desire to fall, and he would need to let her go if she didn’t stop pulling.

Andrea, feeling sorry and defeated, went away. 

No police could harm Sinbad Melekouglu.

He waited until they were gone and pulled her back up.

Darkness in her eyes was different. He had broken her, but which part of her was gone, this was still a mystery to him.

“Get dressed! There is everything you need,” he said and showed her a full wardrobe once they were inside the room.

“I want my clothes! I don’t wear someone else's clothes!” she shouted back.

“You want me to go to your family?”

“Aren’t you my rapist? You will be welcomed by them. After all, you are not the first rapist they will welcome home,” she said.

“I am your husband!” He gritted his teeth.

“You are my rapist! Nothing more!” she yelled back.

“Stop calling me that!” he yelled at her, hitting the wardrobe behind her.

“I am sorry, but this is your name, dear rapist,” she continued calmly.

“So be it then!” he said, grabbing her hand and throwing her over the bed. She fought and threw fits in vain, until she stopped moving. He was inside her again. He had strangled her neck, leaving a mark on her delicate skin.

“Just so you know, Sibel, you are doing all this to yourself. Instead of being a good obedient wife, you are provoking your husband,” he said, removing himself from her body.

“My Rapist, you mean,” she said again.

“I could spend all morning giving you lessons, but I have to go!”

“Congratulations on your lover, Esra! She is a very smart woman. She took a perfect revenge on both of us. Tell her what I call you, she will be pleased to know that your doom is near,” she rose naked, with his new mark on her delicate neck, and spoke to him before he left her alone in bed.

Flashback

Five years ago, before Sibel went to Sinbad, she met Esra. Sibel told her everything. She had always considered her as a big sister.

“Sibel, I am sorry. The photos are mine. I am his ex, and I did this so you would stop having a relationship with him,” Esra said, in tears.

“Oh Esra! These photos made my parents think twice. If he was yours and you hope to be with him again, I will cut off any connection he might think exists. My dear sister!

“Don’t tell him about the photos!” Esra begged, crying as she feared Sinbad's reaction.

“Of course not! I will tell him to stay away from me. He must have hit his head very hard to let go of a beauty like you. You are ten times better than me!”

… end.

Sinbad thought she would settle down after that night, but no, her sharp tongue was still there. He was even more disgusted with that label she had put on him.

Men in the Orient do not consider raping their wives after marriage, as they believe they can do anything they want to them. In his twisted mind, he was teaching her how to behave.

How wrong he was?!

He went to her family and ordered them to pack her clothes, knowing she would not leave that bed.

There he saw her elder sister, who, for a fleeting moment, wore the same expression as Sibel that morning. A look that he still couldn't decipher.

Sibel hadn't shed any more tears. She was still in that room when she lost her innocence in the most hateful way. She didn't hear him coming at all, as she was still staring into the void.

"Here are your clothes!" he yelled, snapping her back to the bitter reality.

"Thank you, rapist," she said, and he grabbed her hand and twisted it until it cracked. She felt no pain. She felt nothing.

"Stop calling me that!" he shouted in her face.

"Until my last breath, I will say it!" she shouted back and jerked her hand from his grip. He walked away, slamming the door behind him.

She finished in the bath, tidied up the room, and then came out.

Inside, all she felt was emptiness.

He saw her coming down the stairs. Her beauty was indescribable. Although he hated her and wanted to make her suffer every moment he spent in that cursed place, deep down, he still longed to be her lover.

"Why do you look like a creep, my dear rapist?" she asked him.

"Make me breakfast. I miss picking out your clothes." he skipped her question.

"Me? Cook for you?! You want to die so fast aren't you, dear rapist?!"

"Stop calling me that!" he yelled.

"Then you should have never raped me last night or this morning!"she shouted back.

"I am your husband, I have rights over you!"

"You are nothing to me! Just an awful human being that I should have asked my family to kill when you thought you could lie your filthy looks on me!" she yelled at him, triggering more of his demons to surface. And once again, he gave in. This time, on the kitchen floor.

"You're asking me to be your rapist, you little stupid princess!" he said, and she smirked.

"I will have the time of my life when you beg me for forgiveness! Especially when my Curse hits you!" she said, composing herself.

"Your words only worked once! You may be called Sibel, but you're no prophet."

He said as she went to the cooking area.

She cooked, but it was inedible.

"What is this trash?" he said, throwing it on the ground.

"This is how I cook! Look, I'm eating!" she said, eating it all on her plate, leaving him dumbfounded.

"Don't eat it! It's okay!"

"You better clean up your mess, you pig/my rapist! I am not your servant!" she shouted and put her plate in the dishwasher. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her scalp as her hair was forcefully pulled, and found herself on the floor.

"Until you fix your tongue, you will do everything I say by force or will!"

"No, rapist!" she yelled. He slapped her even harder, pulled out his belt, and lashed it across her body. The sound of her agonizing screams echoed in the kitchen and reached his ears. The belt fell to the ground, along with him.

"I swear, I hate you now, Sibel Kara! Gerçekten nefret ediyorum sana! (I really hate you!)" he said aloud, anger causing blood vessels to appear in his eyes.

"Finally, we have mutual feelings, my rapist!"

"Stop calling me that!" he begged.

"Never! If you want me to stop, then you know what to do!" she got closer, looking at him fearlessly.

"I will never apologize to you!" he said.

"You just did, you genius rapist! Even if you beg on your knees, I will never forgive you, dear rapist!" she said, getting up despite the pain. She started cleaning up his mess, while he just watched.

How low was he willing to sink?

He had done enough for one night with her. He left her at home and went to Esra. He told her everything.

"You shouldn't have done that to her! She's still just a girl!" she tried to reason with him.

"She's a demon, Esra! Any other woman would have spoken up, but not her. I hate her fearlessness! I want to crush it!"

"Just like you were crushed in prison for their sake, my love."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore!" he said, kissing her aggressively.

Something happened, and he couldn't be intimate with her.

"I'm sorry! She's destroying me!" he said, and then he left her.

He went home. The kitchen reminded him of what he had done to her. As soon as her face appeared in his mind, his body became aroused. He went to her room. She was awake, lying motionless on the bed.

"She didn't satisfy you," she said, noticing her lipstick marks on his shirt.

He didn't say anything, just approached her with steady steps. She knew what he was about to do. But she would not let him take her without a fight.

He grabbed her by the neck, and she tried to free herself, knowing she would inevitably lose.

"Stop it! You have nothing left to defend. You are mine. Just surrender to your fate, and maybe this will be somewhat pleasant for you." He held her neck firmly, careful to not choke her.

"I will never accept pleasure from a rapist like you," she made sure to emphasize his label, earning herself another slap. Without wasting a second, he tore off her pyjamas and started satisfying himself. Sibel's struggle ended in defeat once again.

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What are your thoughts about Sinbad?

Is Sibel being too proud?

Is it for the best that she surrenders to his demands?

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