*** Warning - Content has scenes like mature, violence, abuse, action. Read at your own risk. ***

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A sound between a groan and a whimper escaped Priyasha's mouth, as she stirred in her confined discomfort. Her arms started to strain again due to their uncomfortable position behind her back. Her wrists were tied together tightly by a rope for hours now.

It had been days since she was brought in this stagnant, noxious prison of hers by that nasty evil.

She had already lost the track of time due to no connection with the outer world. It could have been a week or more. She didn't know. In the beginning she was keeping count of times she fell asleep. Then also, she didn't know she had been sleeping twice a day or once in two days.

She couldn't even tell now if it was day or night as she couldn't get a ray of sunshine in her gray captive. Only because it was monsoon, she could reckon when it was raining and when it was not. On top of that she had no visitors to ask except Romeo himself. He decidedly made it clear at the very beginning, no one was allowed to take a glimpse of her beauty, not even a person of the same gender as hers ... except him.

The very first sensation that had brought her out of her unconscious state was an unceasing sting on her shoulder and a throbbing pain gradually erupting inside her head. The sting on her shoulder had burned her skin so furiously that her eyes had shot up immediately, only to meet with that sinister face of that psychopath. Of course, when she got her senses back, he laughed out viciously, loving the horrified look on her face as he continued torturing her. But when she had attempted to cry out aloud, she found out her mouth was blocked out by a duct tape (which he had removed later) to restrict her voice to escape the room.

When he finally withdrew his hand, she saw it was some kind of lotion on a cotton ball that he had held against the knife wound he gave her earlier. Her wound burned severely from the antibacterial lotion as she moved and tried to squirm away from him, pushing him hard on his chest, throwing her hands haphazardly on his face, chest, arms and so. But all her feeble attempts went to waste as he yanked her toward him by her arms and smacked her right on her face several times to force her to stay still.

Since Priyasha regained her consciousness, it had been a recurring torturous process and her affliction continued innumerable times that she had lost count of them by now.

He had warned her several times that she was only allowed to use her body as per his and only his wish. Also, he had denied her any clothing except a thin bedsheet which she could use to wrap around her body while sleeping. Even he explicitly mentioned, that the sheet would come to her as a great aid, when he'd break her to the point that she would not be able to do anything except sprawling on the floor ... crying. Of course, he let her know sadistically that it'd give him a great pleasure to watch her cry... which she hadn't done since he had brought her in this godforsaken place. She was determined not to break in front of him no matter what he did to her body. He could use her body as he wishes, but her mind and soul would always comply to only her will and she was absolutely firm and resolute in both her actions and decisions not to submit to that vile.

The room was small, underlit and had dusky colored walls and no windows, had no furniture but a bed and a small washroom with a toilet, a sink and a tap.

Every few hours he would come through the door, mostly drunk and with food and water for her, which she of course would deny every time. Sometimes, he would let go of the matter but at others, he would force the food into her mouth which she'd mostly spit on the floor, feeling disgusted and filthy and he'd afterwards make sure that she cleaned the mess from the floor. If not easily then he would use his rough hands on her, yanking a handful of her hair painfully and forcing her to do it, to make her understand who was in charge.

By now, due to the lack of food, her health had worsened and now she barely could sit upright without reclining herself onto something.

On the other hand, her face, especially her lips were swollen with his continuous beating and smacking and physical abusing.

She was not anymore feeling scared of him. All she felt was dead inside. At times, when he'd show up after a certain break of separation, she'd only feel disgusted by his detestable presence. The excruciating occurrences of her sexual assault and molestation put her in such a mental state, that it made her despise him more and turned herself in an emotionless statue who didn't anymore know whether there was another sober world out there.

Although, she couldn't fathom anymore whether her sexual harassment would ever cease, she hoped, at least Tiyu would be saved.

Every time when Romeo would enter the room with a mischievous grin her stomach would churn with aversion. The loathsome criminal that he was, he only knew how to impart the inhuman treatments on her.

Sometimes, he'd just bring a bottle of alcohol and finish drinking it slowly in front of her, without any words exchanged. His eyes would linger on her the whole time while he drank the alcohol and when he'd finish, he'd climb on the bed, pull her closer to him, rest his head on her chest and drift off to sleep. Sometimes, he'd kiss her entire body deliberately, taking time then he'd lower himself on top of her and lay there completely still, as if he was relishing the moment with her. And at other times, he would just tie her up and force himself into her.

She fought him in the beginning quite a few times, then her weakness took over as she eventually lost her strength to fight back.

She whimpered again as a queasiness crept up under her skin in disgust and despondency when she heard the creak of the door which broke the silence this cage of hers held. At the very present, she despised her existence for being so helpless and being stuck in a god-forsaken place with someone who only knew how to torment, abuse and assault sexually to possess something he didn't own.

She shuddered when the door opened and a heavy drunk tottering footsteps entered the room.

The beast, her captor, Romeo ... entered the room to start the torment all over again.

"Bubbles!"

She cringed and squirmed at his voice. It was cruel and cold and venomous enough to crawl under her now pale skin.

She retreated to the farthest corner of the bed and dragged her knees to her chest, hopelessly hoping she would just disappear into nothingness.

Romeo came and stood at the foot of the bed and eyed her... glumly, then took a swig from his alcohol bottle and threw her clothes at her. Her eyes flew down on her clothes then shifted back up at him confusingly.

"Bubbles," he called out her name one more time. She recognized his voice was different today. It sounded... somewhat off.

He rounded the bed and reached to her side. She tried to squirm away, but he was faster. He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her toward him, then he leaned down as his free hand flew to her throat. Her eyes went wide as he increased the pressure on her throat, almost choking her.

She fought to breathe. "What... are you..." Her vision blurred as she sensed the lack of oxygen restricted by his pressure. The air blockage erupted panic inside her brain. "Are-are you... killing... me? Romeo!" She choked out the words while panicking if this was her end.

His lips tilted upwards. "I love my name on your lips." He teased while releasing his hold on her. She slumped back but quickly dragged herself up, scooting away from him. But he reached for her quickly, without giving her anytime to process what he was doing. He swiftly turned her around then untied her wrists. She automatically lifted them in front of her eyes. There were two purplish bruises around her wrists which stung badly along with the pain in her arms.

"Dress up. Someone wants to have a talk with you."

At that announcement, she gazed up at him flabbergasted. Romeo was letting her meet someone else? Then it must have been a very important person. It couldn't be Vishwa. Because, Romeo himself had declared it very clearly no one except him was to meet her, not even Vishwa. Then who was it?

"Be quick. Put them on," he barked then took a long swig from his bottle.

But she sat there still, looking straight at his eyes. "Who?"

"Are you interrogating me?" He tried to intimidate her.

"Yes, tell me! How many more days?" she countered.

He licked his lips and looked away, taking another swig.

She questioned again, "What else do you want?"

In response, he didn't say anything immediately but lowered the bottle on the floor then crawled onto the bed, hovering over her. Then grabbed her jaws forcefully as his fingertips dug painfully into her cheeks. "You. I want you. You'll always be mine. Just remember that. And if you think, someone will come to rescue you, you should get this inside your little head, if I couldn't have you, no one else will. I'll never let anyone else have you. You are mine!" He gritted his teeth, "You are MINE!" and growled at the end.

She winced but didn't break her eye contact with him, which probably had infuriated him more, as he increased his pressure on her cheeks and growled again, "I'll kill you before they could reach you. You understand that?"

"Then do it," she murmured quietly. "What are you waiting for? I can't take this anymore." She spat hatefully.

He held her gaze for a few seconds then retraced his hand and pleaded suddenly. "You'll never love me? Will you?"

"Never. I love someone else." Her answer was quick.

His eyes turned wild when he heard that. "You love that Roy? Don't you?" His hand flew behind her neck as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked on them madly. "He's no good than me. He used you. At least I never wanted you in exchange for something else. I wanted only you!"

Priyasha's jaws clenched. "You cannot force someone against their will. I love him, and only him."

In response, a cruel hysteric laugh erupted from within him as he shoved his mouth on her neck, biting and suckling like a maniac. She screamed aloud, thrashing beneath him but he didn't let her go until there emerged an angry reddish mark on her neck.

"You're mine." He repeated while panting, "You are mine!"

Then he released her and shoved her clothes on her chest. "Dress up quickly and don't test my patience."

Priyasha shivered but put on her clothes quietly as he stood there watching her every move deliberately while drinking from the bottle.

Once she was fully clothed, she gazed up at him. He pulled out a medicine foil from his pants pocket, took out a pill from it and held it out toward her. "If I cannot make you mine, I won't let you be someone else's." He picked up the bottle of water from the floor that was kept there from earlier, shoved them on her hands and ordered sinisterly, "Swallow it."

Priyasha stared down at the pill, grimacing then glanced up at him. What was he planning to do?

Romeo waited.

When she didn't make a single move, he bent down, took the pill from her hand and forcefully pushed it into her mouth, thereafter clamping his hand over her mouth to prevent her from spitting out.

"Swallow!" He ordered again.

A muffled protest came out of her clasped mouth in vain as she tried to pluck his hand off her mouth but he was indeed stronger. He grabbed both of her hands with his other hand and pushed them away forcefully. Eventually the pill went past and descended her throat. When he noticed her gulping down the pill, he released her and unexpectedly did something, which had her taken aback. He took out two of the same pills again from the foil and threw the empty foil at one corner of the room. Then he consumed the pills then and there, while his eyes never left her. She watched him stupefied because of his confusing action, nonetheless kept shut.

He then reached for her and brushed her lower lip then leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Her stomach churned feeling nauseous from the smell of alcohol. Her fists turned into balls but she sat there rigidly until he rested his forehead on top of hers for a few seconds then hastily backed off and went out the room in a flash.

A few minutes later an old man came in through the doorway. His eyes wandered around the practically empty room uncomfortably, before shifting their entire focus on her. The old man was in his sixties probably and wore an expensive suit. Priyasha gazed at him and immediately her eyebrows furrowed as a recognition of the man crossed her memory. He was present in Vinita's wedding, whose identity later Abhiraj revealed as ... Debdutta Roy.

What was he doing here?

He came inside and hesitated for few seconds before starting the conversation. Meanwhile, Priyasha stared at him curiously.

He cleared his throat after a while. "My name is Debdutta Roy. I don't know how much do you know about me, but I know everything about you."

Priyasha kept quiet while not taking her eyes off him, a little confused of course. Why was he here?

His gaze dropped on the bed, then he asked, "May I sit?"

Priyasha scooted back further, giving him enough space to sit down.

Debdutta sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at his hands on his lap. A deep sigh left him when he cleared his throat again and said, "You must be wondering why I am here?" He paused for a quick second before resuming when she responded nothing, "Of course, I came here to meet Vishwa Senapati. However, I have been wondering of the girl, for whom my son is going crazy. I wanted to see her. You. So that, I could warn you to leave the thought of my son altogether." He calmly explained the reason of him being here. He paused before continuing, "Also, I have come to deliver a message to you." He had lowered his voice to utter those words, which seemed suspicious in the current circumstances. He looked at her seriously and whispered, "I'm being followed. They will come here soon. Don't worry." As soon as he said that he went stern again, his voice rose again, puzzling her. "You think, my son will choose you even after all these?"

Priyasha faltered in her thoughts. What was his deal? What was he trying to convey?

Debdutta resumed, "You should think wisely young lady. You can never give my son what he truly deserves."

Those accusing words of him made her blood boil. "And you think you have given him what he deserved?" The words left her mouth pretty quick than she thought they would.

Debdutta was taken aback for few seconds, but soon recovered as he answered, "Listen young lady, I am his father I know what I need done with his life."

"Disowning both your wife and son, sending your son to an orphanage and never informing him about his mother's death was what you think he needed in his life? Where were your parenting responsibilities when he was suffering alone through all his growing years of life?"

The old man's jaws clenched. His brows knitted together in a scowl. "I agree I made mistakes, but I am still his father."

"And suddenly you realized that?"

"Listen to me. I need a successor and he is my only family. I wouldn't have come to him if I could father another child from my second or third wife."

That bit of information infuriated Priyasha even more. What kind of sick and twisted man could do this to his own family? He abandoned his first wife, his son and then married twice more. She felt disgusted as she turned her head away with aversion.

The old man continued when she responded nothing. She had no sympathy for him. In a sense, he was nothing but an evil, equals to Vishwa or Romeo.

"My second wife was only greedy for my money; she didn't want a child with me. I don't know what she did to me, but after I married her, I - I... lost my ability to father a child. I had to marry once more for the same reason but she also left me, because I couldn't give her a son. Abhi is my only child. I don't want to lose him. I can't and would not lose him."

"You know what, Mr. Roy? These excuses are lame and pointless. They won't ever make up for your mistakes." She snapped immediately.

"I know that." Debdutta gritted his teeth. "I know. But I want my son back now. Even if that means..." he paused and looked away, then resumed again shortly, "I never thought, Abhi would repeat the same mistake as mine. I wanted him to take over my business but he, of all people, sought help from Vishwa Senapati. How could he do that?" He hit the bed with his fist frustrated.

"Not everyone could play the part of an evil mastermind, you know?" Priyasha muttered coldly.

"Yes." He nodded. "Yes, you're right. I'm evil. I was an evil husband and an evil father. But now that I know, I don't have any other choice, I want Abhi back."

Priyasha scoffed. "Why are you even here?"

He looked at her sideways. "Permabell Chemicals' company policy has an exclusive clause where any of the shareholders can transfer their shares to outsiders, if and only if, all the present shareholders agree on that. That means... my current testament which includes their names, Vishwa and Nanda... would not come into action until unless either both I and SD die or SD agrees to the change of the company policy. So, there's no way...the transfer is going to happen unless they force SD to sign his agreement. Plus, there are cases running against every one of us."

Priyasha shrugged. "What do you want? Tell clearly. And... why are you even telling me all of these?"

"I have made another will and also re-documented Permabell's share policy in which SD has consented... secretly."

Priyasha stared at him, but kept quiet.

"Abhi would never agree taking over, so we have decided to pass it on to the real heritor of Hazra and of course..." but he didn't get to finish his sentence, as sounds of firing deafened both of them.

As soon as the firing opened, the loud noise of firearms was doubled by counter firing. Debdutta leaped forward, pushing her head down on the bed, and did the same himself.

It could have been only a minute or two, when the room's door opened with a long bang. Her eyes snapped at the doorway to encounter a brooding, very much enraged and disturbed Romeo with two of his goons rushing into the room. As they went straight toward Debdutta, Romeo hit his head with the barrel of his gun and roared, "You tricked us? You helped them set the trap? You'll die!"

Priyasha's eye went wide in horror, when Debdutta rolled down on the floor, crumpling as blood gushed out of his head's wound. He groaned and stirred to lie on his back. The other goons quickly strode to his sides and started kicking him senselessly. Debdutta coughed blood clutching his belly as one of his hands tried to dodge the attack to no avail. Romeo watched angrily, then he barked, "Take him out."

The two men dragged up Debdutta by both of his arms. The old man coughed more blood while struggling to cope with their large and quick pace. After beaten up so brutally, he was all a bloody mess. The men dragged him out of the room when Romeo turned toward her and coldly ordered, "You! Stay here and keep shut! I'm going to lock the door, as usual."

He growled then exited the room hastily, closing and locking the door behind.

The noise outside was still on. Priyasha heard several warning shouts and surrender orders through loudspeakers followed by gunshots. The otherwise quiet place was now screaming of nothing except violence and gunshots.

The fight went on long enough. It could have been minutes, but it seemed like hours. Priyasha was struggling inside but had been sitting still on the bed, feeling incapacitated. She was too weak to even walk over to the door and bang on it to ask for help. She even predicted the rescue team would most probably going to leave her here, because they mightn't find out about this rotten underground hell. She had a feeling her prison was indeed underground. So many times, she had heard footsteps above her roof.

Suddenly she felt an unusual, uncomfortable cramp in her stomach. It spread throughout her body, burning all her organs slowly until it reached up to her throat. She experienced an excruciating pain in her chest. She felt extremely thirsty, as her hands flew to her throat and chest, respectively. Sweat broke out all over her face and body. Her eyes and skin started burning fiercely. She reached out to grab the bottle of water but her hand wavered. Somehow, she uncapped the bottle and was about to drink the water, when she heard a loud explosion, followed by a cloud of smoke and dust inside the room. The unpredicted incident made her jump out of her skin. The bottle fell from her hand at the abruptness, spilling the water all over the bed. Her eyes flew to the door which now fell flat on the floor. Two policemen entered the room and their eyes wandered around the room falling right on her, one of them came running toward her while the other craned his head outside the door and shouted aloud, "We found her!"

The one who came toward her asked sternly, "Are you okay?"

Before she could answer Vijay rushed through the doorway. He was slightly limping.

He dashed to her side instantly and grabbed her by her shoulder, "Oh my god, Priyasha! You look... horrible!"

Priyasha felt queasy, her limbs felt limp. She subconsciously glanced up at Vijay's face, soon before her vision turned hazy.

"Priyasha?" Vijay's concerned voice fell in her ears but she couldn't anymore fathom what was happening to her.

She sensed some liquid gushing out of her mouth which tasted like metal and salt. She fell limp as Vijay caught her in his arms and screamed aloud, "Priyasha!"

One of the policemen hurriedly said, "We need to move her to hospital immediately."

"Yes, yes!"

Vijay carried her up and moved out of the room almost running. "Priyasha! Priyasha! Stay with me! Open your eyes! Priyasha, open your eyes!"

The burning inside her throat and chest had now increased to such extent that she almost wished death to take her over. It was extremely excruciating.

She somehow blinked open her eyes in slits as a whisper left her mouth, "Abhi..? Where's... Abhi?"

"He is around. You just stay awake."

Vijay ascended the stairs as quickly as possible, then ran toward the exit. Which is when their way was blocked by some goons and their leader.

Romeo looked at Vijay then his eyes fell on Priyasha, as he roared, "You can't take her away from me." He pointed his gun at him and opened a fire. Vijay ducked his head down and hid himself and Priyasha behind a nearby water freezer.

The policemen too, retaliated in a flash and fired back at the gang. More than a dozen bullets were exchanged between both sides when Abhiraj and Jai came running toward them. The goons must have by then ran out of bullets as they backed out and ran outside the building. The policemen too ran after them.

When Abhiraj and Jai's eyes fell on Priyasha, they dashed to her side in an eye blink as Abhiraj screamed out in panic, "Isha? Isha?"

She blinked up at him. "Ab-Abhi" as more blood gushed out of her mouth.

"Vijay, get her out of here. Quick! Go!"

"But you?"

"I..." Abhiraj gazed down at Priyasha as the same old determined cold expression crossed his face, "...have to keep my promise." He stood up quickly and ordered Vijay again, "Go!"

Vijay nodded as he scooped Priyasha up in his arms and arose, which was when, Romeo emerged from who knows where. His mouth was also covered in thick blood which trickled down from the corner of his mouth. He pointed his gun right at Abhiraj and pulled the trigger without delay.

The spine-chilling boom immediately followed by Jai's loud scream, "Roy Sir!" Then she heard another similar spine-chilling boom as her already blurred vision went blank, pushing all her senses down to mute.

Perhaps, the time finally had come.

Finally, Death had come to get her and never let her wake up again.