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Chapter 1: "Back and Peripheral"
The rain was pouring heavily, the sounds of the tears and the cry were eclipsed by the heavy droplets outside. The window panes were violently thumping against the wall, as if the winds were making the windows clap in adulation, or thunder in anger, who knew? And he didn't care for it anymore than he cared for the cries. The thumping was rhythmic with his forceful and wild thrust. He was out of control, and he liked it. Probably, the nature and the room approved too. They were clapping after all. Maybe she was too.
As Jason stood in the rain, he winced, shaking the camera a bit. That was careless. He was cold though, shattering and the act being recorded made him brim with anger he never knew was there. The wind was a relief though, as if a pleasing hand on the back , nudging you consistently about the impending carnage that he was going to enjoy. He placed the hand firmly on the slab, at the window and re-focused the camera into the room, where she was being held down by the old man, while he inflicted pain and his sexual desires onto her. Atleast that's how Jason was thinking. Rape was too extreme a word in his dictionary, even though what he was recording was rape too, in the most extreme incarnation.
The old man, not old in his mind and definitely not by his looks, pinned her hands down and bit her neck, as she screamed out her lungs trying to let the world know of the devil that it spat out. “ Shhh, we don’t want a scene here now, eh kid?”. With his teeth still looking for more flesh to dug into, he began to grow forceful and deeper, aware of the shortcomings he had when one gets out of time.
The lights burst on, the sounds fell and an ominous silence filled the auditorium as the Chief Guest appeared from the dark of the stage, slowly walking towards the centre with a gentle smile and a light wave, as if he was half expecting the audience to cry out in unison " Liar ", "Rapist" and all sorts of vile things he had heard and seen on the TV.
“ Look at that “, a fellow cameraman who went by the name of Trucker pointed to the girl in the fine pretty dress, smiling into the wall in front of her , standing with a bouquet of blood red Roses and white Lilies in her hands and waiting patiently. “ She seems doable” Trucker murmured in a low hush “ maybe later, after this god shit funeral”. “She is a kid you sick fuck” a voice growled from the back , to which Jason nodded,as the girl went onstage, marching almost like a stiff robot soldier, one step at a time while the audience applauded with full hearts and clouds thunder over above the hall.
“And its an honor to have you hear sir “ the overhead speakers boomed in a soothing lady’s voice and the girl presented her bouquet to the guest. He smiled with his big green and laid a hand on her shoulder. “ now this is a scene” ,Jason could almost hear his voice as he said it without a mic., and his stomach churned from the inside. “ A kid who has had enough” .The honorable Chief Guest laughed and took the bouquet and touched the girls cheek with his big hands, almost feeling the bit mark on the neck and then waved it around as if declaring his ownership.