The Saintess

The moment Rose heard the signal bell of the bakery, a flicker of hope ran across her face. Did God hear her pleas? Did God send Piers to save her, protect her? And then a scary thought came to her mind. What if Piers came in, and the man standing before him would hurt him too?

The man was pushing her, but stopped to look at who entered the bakery. She too had to look; she had to find who came in. Was it a protector or another killer? And her brain stopped working when she saw two men standing in her bakery with guns in their hands. Now she really wanted no one to enter inside. She didn’t want anyone else to get hurt.

When her feet started moving, she realised that the man standing before her was pushing her again, and this time he pushed her near the bathroom. she knew that as long as she was out of the any room that could be locked, she had a chance of running and surviving but if she gets locked in a tiny room, it was sure that she could get harmed or could die.

“Hmmm… hmmm,” she tried shouting, screaming for help, but nothing worked. The man had her mouth shut tightly. He finally pushed her inside the men’s bathroom and made her stand against the wall. The moment he locked the door, she lost every fear. She had to get out, and then she realised that even if her mouth was shut, her hands and legs were free. Why was she not fighting?

She cursed herself and started flailing her hands and slapping the man. She would once try to push him away and then slap him and again push him away. The cycle continued. But the next second, everything stopped. She felt a metal pressed into her waist. She gasped and stopped breathing for a second. She knew what that was. Her eyes went wide, and she kept staring at the man in shock. Did he really enter her shop with a gun, and was now pointing it at her?

The man almost smiled at her when she stopped hitting him and stopped screaming. It was then that she heard the two men outside talking. She was still in a dilemma whether she should be scared of the man standing before her with a gun or scared of the two men standing outside with guns. No matter what she did, she had to face a gun today.

She came to her shop thinking this was the start of the best day of her life. She was there to bake a delicious cake, but now everything was going to be drowned in blood.

The moment the man opened his mouth and asked her to make some sounds, she was puzzled. What was he talking about? He was trying to hide, so why was he asking her to make sounds? Wouldn’t that inform the men outside about his hiding place? What was wrong with him? Her mouth fell open in shock, but no sounds came out.

“Moan! Moan for me!” commanded the man.

The earth slipped from under her feet. “Excuse me!!” she wanted to shout, but what escaped her mouth was a stammering sound, “w… h… at?” Suddenly, his hands were at her neck and pushed her further into the wall. “Ah!” she groaned in pain.

He kept threatening her that he would kill everyone around her if she didn’t moan. Till that moment, her fear, her confusion, her terror, her anxiety, her horror were not letting her look at anything else except that man’s face. But the moment he said the words about harming others, her eyes fell on his arm that was dripping with blood. Her heart jumped out of her chest.

Her heart would ache every time she saw anyone get hurt, and the man standing before her was trying to hide his pain when she could clearly see the blood dripping. Seth always teased her, calling her ‘a saintess’ as she always stopped everything to protect people. She had no idea how she developed this emotion, but if she saw anyone get hurt, she would end up crying.

“You… you… are bleeding!” she gasped. But the man was not interested in her pity. He immediately snapped at her and again roared at her to moan.

The thing was, Rose had no idea how to moan. She had never had sex in her life. Piers had kissed her a few times, but everyone knew that she was saving herself for her marriage day. As she had never experienced what a body feels during sex, how was she going to replicate it?

“I don’t know how,” said Rose. But the man was extremely angry after hearing her excuse. He snapped at her and accused her of lying. To threaten her further, he moved his gun from her waist and pointed it at her forehead. Rose gasped loudly and stopped breathing with fear.

She didn’t want to cry, but her tears started streaming down her face. The man’s eyes softened for a minute, and a plea came out of his mouth, “Please moan! Just do that, and I won’t hurt you, I promise!”

Something in her melted. She realised that the man was just trying to survive. On top of that, he was hurt and bleeding. The saintess’s heart, too, started bleeding. She was on the verge of helping him when he moved his hand towards her lower body and grabbed her skirt.

A chill ran down her spine. She didn’t want that man to touch her. She didn’t want any man to touch her. Only her Piers could do that. She abruptly shouted, “what… are you doing?” She realised that her voice was too loud and the men outside would have heard her.

The man standing before her was sweating profusely, and now she could see the pain and fear in his eyes. The colour of his face was slowly fading. She knew what the blood loss would do to you. He pleaded with her and grabbed his injured arm.