Who saved whom!

🌹Sibel🌹

I was coming out of the bathroom when they came crashing through the door.

I froze in place as they stared at me. Scared would be an understatement; I was terrified because there were too many of them. I tried to escape, but they caught my hair and dragged me downstairs. I fought with all my strength, but that demon had exhausted my energy last night, and then one of them slapped me even harder in the face. I lost my balance, but before I hit the ground, the one with hoodie put me on his shoulder as if I were a rag doll. They were all covered up and giant compared to someone as small as me.

I was doomed, right then and there.

Maybe this was one of his ways to get revenge on me. I thought this to myself as I shared the same vehicle as my abductors. Even though we were very close last night, he hates me as much as I hate him. I can expect anything vile from him.

"Your husband has some debts with us," one of them said, interrupting my stream of thoughts.

"He's nothing to me. Just someone who forced me to sign a marital contract," I shouted at them, receiving puzzled looks.

"Let's see if he feels the same as you, doll. Shall we call him?" the driver spoke and dialed someone who I assumed was him.

"We told you not to mess with the West Colony! Now, you pretty woman will serve in our harem," the driver announced, and my blood froze.

I found myself in another abyss. This time, it was worse than the hell he had put me through. I couldn't even beg him for mercy.

"Judging by the way your little wife looks, I think you're just an abusive husband. Don't worry, we'll treat her better than you. Come on, darling, talk to your husband," the driver continued.

"I don't have a husband! He's just my abuser, and don't worry, he won't come to my rescue. Dial another number!" I yelled so he could hear me.

I knew it was a foolish thing to do. I would rather die at their hands than owe him a favor, but I didn't know why, deep down, I wanted him to come. I could deny it all I wanted, but last night, I had seen another side of him. I felt his tears flowing down my back as he kissed away the mark he had created.

They took me to a large building and parked behind it. I saw an opportunity to run away. When they were trying to pull me out, I managed to escape from their grasp, but I didn't get far before an electric shock hit me from behind. I fell on the hard concrete, probably breaking my jaw. That was the last thing I felt.

I woke up when they threw a bucket of cold water over me. There were three men with their faces revealed. They had tied me to a chair. The water caused my body to shiver as they watched. I tried to cover myself in vain with my wet hair.

They mentioned a harem. I would be raped and drugged by them as I served as a mere object. Tears of anger and defeat streamed down my cheeks.

"From rain to  storm!" I screamed in my head.

They pulled out a phone and were making a video for him, I thought. I was numb from crying when, through my tears, I saw one of them unzipping his pants while the other held me by the hair.

He approached me.

“We're gonna have a party with you, beautiful one. Then you're gonna serve in our harem. Your husband owns us." The one with the unzipped pants came closer as the other one let go of my hair and went to the door.

“Please don’t do it! He did it! You at least don’t do it! You want him to pay. Fine, kill me before he does it. Take this pleasure from his hands,” I begged with my cracking voice.

I am barely surviving with his unwanted touch on my skin, and I refuse to let others do the same.

He stared at me.

He is the complete opposite, with short blond hair and those deep blue eyes that can captivate anyone who looks into them. Well-built body that, like all Oriental men, he uses to harm women.

He snapped his fingers and the other two left us alone. He zipped his pants, fixed his shirt, ruffled his blond hair, and then came to me, gently moving my hair away from my face. He just stared at me for a while.

“You think I care about you, stupid b**ch?” he said and slapped me harder, causing me to fall to the ground. He picked me up and my vision became blurry.

Dammit, he has a strong grip.

“You are just a tool to me! Your husband owns me, and from you, I will take what I want!” he yelled in my face.

“He will not come to rescue me! Do you think a man who abuses women cares about them? Do whatever you want! I only begged once for your humanity, which you do not possess. Go ahead!” I said, yelling as I tried to compose myself with whatever pride I still had in me.

“I will make you beg me for a gentle touch, bi***!” he yelled as I could feel his alcoholic breath.

“You're a bi***!” I spat back, earning another slap, but I didn't fall. He pulled out a pocket knife from his pocket.

“I will not rape you, I will make some adornments on your body so that when he sees it, he knows who touched his property.”

“I am not his property! I have given you permission to do whatever you want!”

I had lost the last thread of my sanity, asking a man to do whatever he wants with me. Call me stupid, I don't care.

“Thank you for your permission!” he said in a smooth tone with a smirk on his face. Then I felt the cold metal cutting my flesh under my arms, on my rib cage. I wanted to scream, but I bit my lips as tears poured down endlessly.

“You are strong. Let's see how much you can endure!” he said, and he did the same thing in another spot. I didn't yell. I took deep breaths that hurt even more.

I felt warm liquid covering my abdomen. It was my blood that made my pink dress look red. I stared into his bluish eyes, feeling the pain that was numbing my senses.

“A woman like you doesn't deserve to be raped. You deserve to be treated equally to a man. Your husband, or as you say, your abuser, if he doesn't come to rescue you and give me what he took from me in two hours, your wish will be fulfilled. You're going to die from bleeding,” he asserted to my face as he gently moved my hair away.

“Thank you!” I said as he was leaving, giving me a glance and leaving me to bleed to death.

I was losing blood rapidly. There was no way I would survive two hours.

My head felt heavy and was spinning.

I don't know how much time had passed when I heard the fire alarm. People were screaming outside, and the smoke started to fill the room.

My door opened, and one of his men appeared.

“Are you dead?” he asked, and I raised my head to indicate that I was still alive.

“You are a strong one. I'm sorry to say, but he didn't come. You were right, he doesn't care about you. We sent him many videos and messages, but he never showed up. I'm setting you free, so if you want to escape, do it. If you don't, lie here and die,” he barely spoke the last line through the smoke that soon invaded the small room. At least the decomposed smell was gone. My hands were free, but I didn't want to move.

I had no more strength left in me.

Then I heard a faint voice from outside that dungeon.

“Help! Help!” It was a familiar voice suddenly.

I got up from the chair, holding onto the walls. Breathing through the heavy smoke, I made my way out of there. I followed the voice coming from upstairs, crawling with every last bit of strength I had left in me.

I found a man on the floor, surrounded by fire. The place looked like a nightclub. The man had something over his feet that prevented him from getting up.

To my surprise, it was the same man who had abducted, slapped, and cut my flesh. Despite what he had done to me, I couldn't just leave him there. I searched for something to move the heavy object and found a metallic stick that had fallen from the ceiling.

With whatever strength remained in me, I managed to remove the object, with his help as well.

"Can you stand up?" I asked, my adrenaline still pumping.

"Yes, I can," he whispered, but I heard a faint "Thank you!"

"Let's go before it gets worse!" I urged, ignoring his gratitude. 

He started walking ahead of me, but my body could no longer respond. My limbs wouldn't move. I was surprised at how much I had resisted until now.

"Come on!" His voice lacked its previous sarcasm.

"Save yourself. I was meant to be dead by now, just like you said," I replied sarcastically, as my body parts detached and fell to the ground.

"I will not let you die! Come on!" He yelled and caught me before I fell.

Smoke engulfed us, and the fire surrounded every path, but held tightly to his chest, I couldn't help but catch a whiff of his fragrance. The scent of chamomile. I smiled internally. I never thought a man would use chamomile as his fragrance.

Finally, we made it outside. I could feel the cold breeze touching my bare skin. Firefighters arrived to put out the fire. He held onto my half body as paramedics came to take us.

I was a bloodless body.

A strange coldness enveloped me. Was this the end that I had seen in so many movies? The cold sensation of death?

Did I care that I was dying? Not at all. I was freeing myself from the burden he had inflicted on me.

"How is she?" His voice reached me through a haze.

"She has lost a lot of blood. If we don't find blood soon, she could die, sir! We've run out of universal blood, and she can't tell us her blood type," a paramedic informed.

"Even if she could, she wouldn't say it. Let's go to my place. There's someone who can help us!" He decided, addressing the paramedic. The last thing I felt was his warm hand gripping my cold one.

"You saved me after all I did to you. Now it's my turn!" he said, looking at my half-closed eyes, his tone changing once again.

I woke up to a warm sensation. Opening my eyes, I realized I was receiving a blood transfusion and taking a placebo. I looked around and saw that I was in an office-room. I was lying on a sofa, covered with a blanket, and my rose dress was gone. Instead, I wore sweatpants and a shirt. I removed the blanket to test if my feet could feel the ground.

They were a bit numb as I stood up. I tried to get up, but the pain in my ribs forced me back down.

"You're finally awake!" the man who had injured me entered the room.

"Who was stupid enough to undress me and dress me again?" I shouted, feeling pain all over my body, but not caring at all.

"Don't worry! No man did it. It was my wife who gave her blood, washed, and dressed you," he explained, and I looked at him in disbelief. He took out his phone and sent an SMS to someone. I adjusted myself as a woman entered with a food table. She looked slightly older than me, with blond hair and sweet green eyes, just like him. She placed the table beside me and smiled from ear to ear. She was beautiful, despite the burn mark on her neck. I glared back at him, anger filling me.

"You monster! How could you dare to hurt her like that?" I shouted at him, trying to get up, but she held my hand. I looked at her, and she shook her head, indicating for me to stay still.

He stood up and approached us. 

"Another monster hurt my flower. I may be a monster, but not to her. She is my eternal love. One day, she did the same thing you did today - saved me without a thought for her own life. As soon as I was back on my feet, I saved her and sent her monster back to hell," he explained, talking to me but looking at her with immense love.

Their lips met in a kiss. I watched them as if I were watching a romantic scene from a movie. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but one that made every girl dream. The monster I had encountered in that dungeon was gone, replaced by a man who loved his woman. He kissed her lips and moved to her neck. I could hear his sigh.

"I love you too," the woman whispered, struggling a bit.

"I'm sorry I didn't come earlier," he said, looking into her eyes. She stood on her toes and kissed him on the forehead. Then she nodded and kissed the tip of his nose. The scary man was becoming a gentle giant before her. He turned her around and held her waist from behind.

"She is my woman. I would never rape her. I swear my loyalty to her, and this body is only hers. I may have tortured her, but I would never betray my woman. She gave you her blood and served you when I wasn't around!" he revealed, addressing whatever I had been thinking since I woke up here.

"You can't speak properly," I signed to her in sign language, and her eyes lit up.

"No, I lost 70% of my hearing due to a bomb explosion when I was 20. My father sold me when I was 23. He saved me when I was 24. We have been married for 4 years now," she signed back. In sign language, you can communicate faster.

"He always treats you like this?" I asked her, he got confused by the signs.

"He loves me and I love him! To him, I am his Queen," she said, turning her gaze to him and giving him a quick kiss.

"Am I still your prisoner?" I asked him.

"No, you did something that very few people do. You risked yourself for the one who hurt you," he said, dropping his eyes in shame.

"Take it as a favor I did for your wife. My ex is suffering for what my rapist did to us."

"You are very brave to call Sinbad the Ruthless by that name!"

"I am Sibel Kara, Bravery and fearlessness run in my blood!"

"Wait a minute! You are Ahmet Kara's daughter?!" He almost left me deaf with his loud voice.

"Yes! Before Sinbad the Ruthless was Ahmet the Emperor and I am his little daughter," I beamed , and he let his wife side, moved around like a betrayed lion. His wife sat beside me and instructed me to open my mouth as she was giving me the soup that was now cold enough. I obeyed her like a child as I was indeed hungry.

"He is mad with himself. He will get over it," she signed as she fed me like a baby. She can read lips as well.

"I am sorry, Miss Sibel!" he blurted out as he came down on one knee in front of me. I was stupefied.

"If it wasn't for your father's help, I wouldn't have my woman today and I almost killed you!" I could see his true sorrow.

"I am missing something! You don’t know who Sinbad's wife is?"

"No! No one knows about you. He has something of mine and someone told me he is married but I had no idea who she was!"

"Now you know my name! Can you tell me yours?"

"My name is Hakan and my wife's name is Sanem."

"Hakan, I need to go back to him. I know he doesn’t care for me and I don’t care for him at all. But I fear he can hurt my family."

"Does your family know what he is doing to you?"

"No, and they will never find out! Otherwise, they will start a war with him and my brothers have kids and wives so I will take what he can give me."

"Too much bravery triggers more anger and makes us do stupid things," he remarked, sitting in front of me after taking a chair.

"I pushed my fate once. I will fly with it now."

"I will send you to him!" he agreed.

I told Sanem to give me a pink dress as I didn’t want him to suspect anything. He covered me with a blanket in the car. Sanem didn't come as they had a little boy that woke up when I was about to change. A perfect tiny human that took after their beauty. Gökhan was his name.

"I am sorry, Sibel!" Hakan broke the silence in the car.

"Hakan, if one day you hear I died, put roses on my grave!" I postponed my answer to some future time as I didn't want to hear him explain what happened when I was in his captivity.

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We were in front of the Melekoglu farm, outside of his car. Nerves and hate triggered my adrenaline as I stood on my feet, ready to face him.

"Sibel, if one day you hear of my death, put chamomile on my grave. This is the only secret I am sharing with you that ultimately saved my life tonight."

"I thought you would tell me to bring some rocks to your grave, but chamomile, really?!" I let out a dry chuckle as I now understood the chamomile scene.

"I wished I could have met you under different circumstances!" He lowered his gaze.

Who knew that my enemy in the morning would become my friend in the night.

"Just because you make one of us happy, you are forgiven. Just do me a favor, when he asks what happened, tell him we had the best time ever," I joked.

"You want him to kill me?!" he chuckled. He is so cute when he isn't in his dark aura. People definitely have two sides like coins. But this doesn't apply to My Rapist.

"No, he will not, because he can't hurt what is mine to protect. I am taking the blanket and I would hug you but you did a pretty good job on me. Always treat girls like me, don't let anyone sexually abuse them. I would rather you cut my flesh or hit me, but rape is something that kills you and you don't know it yet."

"It will never happen, never will happen. I am really sorry for what I did today. He isn't so bad. I know what he has done is unforgettable, but he loves you," he said.

"How do you know that?"

"When I was torturing him in prison, he slept in pain, calling your name. Once I tried to chant your name, and he went into a rampage. Find a way to calm his demon and he'll be wrapped around your little finger," he spoke, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it before drawing me into his arms. His bear-like body covered mine.

"You have my smell on you now. Like this, he will never doubt your words. Good night, Sibel!" He smiled and walked away.

I was slowly descending into my own personal hell.

I was in front of home when I saw him coming to his car. I was surprised to see me there, just as he was surprised when he saw her coming from that room, but I composed myself.

He cheated.

A cheater, a rapist, that's what he is to me now.

I walked inside, puzzling him...

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Author

That night, when Sanem and Hakan fell asleep, she cried as she lay on her left side. He grew worried. Maybe she got jealous of her, he thought.

"Love! My perfection! She is just a friend to me. I will not see her again, I promise," he whispered in her ear, caressing her arm and placing soft kisses on her burn mark. Sanem could hear his voice clearly when he talked that close.

"She cursed herself, Hakan!" she sobbed and turned to face him.

"What does that mean, aşkım (my love)?"

"She has sealed her fate forever," she said and buried her head on his chest, grabbing his shirt to cry even more. He was puzzled. He didn't understand much of what Sanem said most of the time, not because of her problem, but because she had a mysterious aura that appeared after that explosion.

As Sanem began to calm down, she saw her husband in his eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, cupping her cheek in his hand after gently kissing her lips.

"You know what to do. You know the truth!" she demanded and nuzzled her head into his chest.

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