🦋 BENITA 🦋
On September 25, 2009, I lost my mother when I was just 10 years old. That same day, my father remarried, bringing a stepmother into my life.
Ten years later, on September 25, 2019, I was uprooted from my father's house and thrown out, like a weed. I found myself sleeping in the filthy corners of the street before I began working in a bar where I also had to sleep.
On September 25, 2020, I got into serious trouble that nearly cost me my life, and I had to pay off the debt with myself.
Then, on September 25, 2021, I was sold to Mr. William Cunningham, the aging CEO of Julian Financial Services. He was old enough to be my grandfather. It was on this cursed day that the real horror of my life began.
Just a year later, on September 25, 2022, I attempted to escape from Mr. William by climbing over a wall, but it only resulted in broken legs and nothing more.
It's always the same date: September 25, the day of horror—my birthday.
And today, on September 25, 2023, I'm trying once again to save my life, though I fear it won't end well because it’s September 25.
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I ran down the dark, quiet street, my bare foot bleeding from the countless cuts I acquired from the sharp objects my foot danced on while trying to escape.
My stomach cried from starving for days, and my throat tightened from thirst.
But I ignored every pain in my body; the most important thing to me at that moment was escaping. It would be worth every single pain I feel right now if I find a saviour.
A car zoomed past me, and I chased after it with torn clothes, breathing heavily and screaming, “Help!”
The car didn’t stop, and until it was out of sight, I didn’t get tired of chasing after it. I collapsed to the ground, my heavy and fast heartbeat was mixed with tears of sorrow. If only my mother weren’t dead… would my life have turned out differently? It all started with the death of my beloved mother.
I saw another car speeding towards me, dragging myself up, I stood at the center of the road, it was my last hope – you either save me or kill me.
The car came to a stop, I puffed out a sigh of relief. I thought my terror was over. Four men stepped out of the car, and with the last strength I had in me, I whispered, “Please help me!”
The front man chuckled sarcastically, and before I knew it, three men were holding me down, and the last one was on top of me.
I already knew what was going on, but I had no strength to scream or fightback, I just mouthed, “Help me!” continuously and wept silently while the four men I thought was going to save me took turns in raping my virginity out of me.
The pain was unbearable, compared to all the physical, emotional, and mental abuse I’ve been through, I felt worse. My life was just not worth living.
At that moment, I felt like everything was taken away from me. My sanity, my dignity, my self-confidence, and my hope. It all shattered into bits and evaporated into thin air.
When they were satisfied, they began to beat me up, kicks and punches, I got them all. I was only lucky they had no gun or knife on them because it appears they wanted me dead to cover their crime.
Not a single part of my body wasn’t injured from the effect of the abuse, and when they thought I was dead, I watched them jump into the car with half-closed eyes.
Hopeless and tired, I gave up, and for a second, my heart stopped beating.
Thrown back to life, I inhaled sharply and began to cough out blood. Even death wanted nothing to do with me… how unfortunate.
I picked my broken self up, my thighs were covered in blood. I tried to walk, but I couldn’t, so I crawled instead.
After crawling for several distances, my knees began to bleed. I looked up and saw a police station in sight. Weeping happily, I stood up and endured the pain, feeling motivated.
I got to the police station in no time, and at one glance, they could tell I needed medical attention, so without asking any questions or asking me to write a statement of whatever happened, I was taken to the hospital and given food and water.
For that hospitality, I will always thank the police officers.
After a few days in the hospital, once I was ready to be discharged, I was taken back to the police station.
When I got to the police station, they handed me a pen and paper and asked me to write a statement. Before I even got started, the chief of police received a call, and the only thing I heard was, “Yes. We have Miss Benita here in the station.” After that, the paper and pen were taken away from me, and I was told I no longer needed a statement, because someone had already explained what happened.
Confused, I went on to explain, I said everything I have been through without leaving anyone out, and the police chief responded, “I was told over the phone that you were going to say whatever you just said. I’m glad he already told me; I might have fallen for the lies you just made up. As for those who raped you, we’ll fill a report on your behalf.”
I was devastated. I stood up and attempted to run, but I was pinned to the ground and handcuffed like a criminal, the real criminals was roaming around freely, the real criminals did this to me, so why the fuck am I the one in this stupid handcuff?
A few minutes later, a car arrived, and Mr. William, alongside all his men, stepped out of the car.
I began to tremble, “Please don’t let him take me,” I cried out, but nobody was on my side.
It was like the police weren’t even there at all, or they were blinded to whatever was happening. I was packaged into the car, and boom… it was back to square one, back to the exact place I ran away from.
🦋 FELIX 🦋Goliath stepped forward, his footsteps echoing through the silent courtroom. His eyes were fixed on the defense table ahead. As he reached the seat, he took a deep breath, his gaze flickering around the courtroom, settling on me, and I smirked, just the way he did when I sat on that chair.“Now,” the judge stated. “Defense attorney, please question the accused.”Nodding, my lawyer stood up and walked towards Goliath, standing in front of him. “The person in the video submitted by Mr. Desmond, was that you?”“I didn't know I was being recorded,” Goliath responded rudely.My lawyer took a step closer to him, “That didn't answer my question. Was that you? I want you to answer with a yes or a no.”“Yes.” Goliath blurted out.“Where were you on the night of the incident?” My lawyer asked, gawking at Goliath.“Home!” Goliath retorted shortly, staring back at my lawyer.My lawyer scoffed and took another step, “Is there anyone who can prove your location?”Goliath paused, “No, I
🦋 FELIX 🦋It's day 12. Benita is still stuck in a life supported by machines, people are still waiting for the news of her survival, and I… I'm still going back and forth, trying to solve a case I know nothing about.Today is the hearing of that case. After trying so hard to prove my innocence, I can only pray and hope it ends in good news.I sat in the courtroom, my lawyer beside me, Scott and Greg behind me to show support, and Goliath at the end of the courtroom with a smirk on his face, a smirk that says, “I'll get rid of you… You will be found guilty.”My heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. The weight of the proceedings hangs heavy in the air as I await the judge's decision. The courtroom was silent, except for the soft rustling of papers and the murmur of the spectators.The prosecutor stood up and faced the judge, “Before the verdict is delivered, I would like to call on Mr. Greg, the ex-secretary and childhood friend of the defendant, for questioning.”“You may procee
🦋 NIKITA 🦋“It's day 5, life in Benita's hospital,” the reporter announced with a yawn. “We are all here, waiting for the doctor's announcement. We have also been monitoring Benita Celestine closely, and a few minutes ago, she took a deep breath. Although we still don't know if it's a breath to life or her last breath, so we have been waiting for doctors to fucking say something, but we are hearing nothing at all.”I hid behind a couch when the doorbell rang. I didn't move an inch, or ask who it was, then it sounded again, louder and intentionally.“Nikita!” Someone screamed my name, someone that sounded like… Greg.“Judas?” I called back. “Judas, is that you?” I asked, almost in tears.Forcefully, he kicked the door open and rushed towards me, “Why aren't you in the hospital?”Tears fell down my face, and I cuddled my trembling body as I murmured, “She killed her, Celestine killed her… she's a killer, a monster, she killed her.”“Hey, hey, hey,” Greg hushed. “Who did she kill?”“Re
🦋 NIKITA 🦋Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.Benita became a monster, she killed someone.She killed someone.A murder.The devil.Her hands are dirty, it can never be wiped clean.Those who kill should be killed.Stay away… run.“Benita Celestine collapsed while fighting for the freedom of her ex-husband, Felix Desmond, and was rushed to the hospital for an emergency surgery, to take out the fucking bullet that’s stuck in her head from their last unfortunate fight with the villain of their uncooked story. Doctors claimed to have already given a warning about her dangerous predic
🦋 FELIX 🦋I stood frozen, my ears perked up, as the sound carried on the wind. Someone was screaming my name, the voice echoing through the distance.My heart skipped a beat as I turned, trying to pinpoint the direction. The voice grew louder, more urgent, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.Then I heard it, loud and clear, “Felix! Felix! Can you hear me? Baby I'm here! I came for you! Let's go home!”My eyes widened, “Benita?” I whispered, still trying to be sure… Did she come for me? Did she remember me now? At first, I thought I was just crazy, or hallucinating. What would she be doing here? Yet this goddamn hallucination felt so real.“Benita!” I screamed banging on the door so hard that even a dead person would come back to life from the effect of my blow on the door.“Fucking let me out!” I screamed again, still banging on the door. “Benita I'm in here!”“Benita!”“Can somebody out there here me? Let me out, I need to go to my wife! I need to stop her before something happe
🦋 NIKITA 🦋 I stood in one position, shivering and staring down at Reyna as her heart struggled to pound and eventually stopped beating.The bullet was shot into most parts of her body, and just thinking about the pain she must have felt gave me chills.I was there, behind them, watching with my hands over my mouth and my eyes wide in horror when Benita shot her, and I just couldn't take that frightening moment out of my mind.It was the first death I witnessed, and it was a horrible one. I was scared, maybe she'd kill me too if she realised I watched her do it.It took a lot of courage on my part. With trembling lips, pale skin, cold hands and a shivering body, I pushed my legs into the mansion, behind the couch and fell to the ground, hiding in that one corner as I hid my head between my laps and cuddled myself.I shouldn't be here when Benita comes back.If she sees me, she'll kill me too.She's a monster.She's not thinking straight, so she could kill.Run, Nikita.Your life is