26-06-2021, 12:14 PM
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Something broke within me that instant. I should have never made that phone call. Kabir died because of me. He died! Just like that! All our dreams shattered in an instant. I felt like I had lost all strength. My Kabir was gone. I was completely at the mercy of these men now. I had no energy left to struggle anymore. I just closed my eyes and wept quietly.
They drove for almost an hour and finally dragged me out. It was a secluded warehouse in the outskirts of a city. The fact that they didn't bother blindfolding me, I knew they weren't going to let me go alive ever. I had no complaints...it was ok if they were going to kill me after they were done using me, I just hoped, the sooner the better. At least that way I could be with Kabir, I could tell him how much I love him, and that I am sorry.
The men dragged me and pushed me in front of another man who seemed to be their leader.
"Sharon escaped," one of the men said to their leader, "So we brought her instead."
"Hmmm.." the leader said scanning me from head to toe. He lifted my chin to have a good look at my face and asked, "What's your name girl?"
"Meera," I replied. I couldn't hold back my tears.
The man grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, he started running his hand gently through my hair.
"You look like a sweet girl Meera," he said wiping my tears, "Look at that innocent face."
He started sliding my dress off my shoulders. I felt crushed being stripped in front of so many men. I resisted him.
"What's the matter?" he spoke in his typical soft tone, "All these men are going to fuck you eventually, so there's nothing to be shy about."
"Please don't..." I begged.
"Would you rather have us tear it down?" he asked again softly with a smile.
I felt utterly helpless. I was drowning in shame as he made one of his men pull down my dress. I wasn't wearing a bra. I was standing wearing only my panties in front of 5 men. And now they could see the degrading words written on my body.
"Woah!" the leader exclaimed running his hand over my tattoos, "What the hell! What's your story girl? Who did this to you?"
"I don't know, I don't remember," I said as tears continuously poured from my eyes.
"Hmmm...so someone fucked you up real good and then messed up your head so that you don't remember a thing...interesting. That's what created this rare magic of an innocent face with the body of a slut," he said, "I so badly want to fuck you girl..."
He grabbed my hair and forced a kiss. He then grabbed my arm and took me to a room nearby. There was a bed there covered with dirty sheets. He made me lie down on the bed and roughly pulled off my panties.
His men followed him to enjoy my degradation.
"Open your legs and let me see your holes," he ordered.
I just couldn't. The shame was too much. He sharply pinched my ass and said, "Understand one thing girl, from now onwards, you are just a piece of flesh to be used and this is going to be your life. The quicker you learn to obey commands, the better this miserable little life is going to be for you."
Realizing I had no choice, I obeyed his command.
He bent over to have a close look at my pussy and ass. "Hmm...," he said, "definitely not a virgin. Do you remember how many men have fucked you till now?"
I had no answer to his humiliating question. I just closed my eyes and shook my head.
"Have a look at her used holes," he said calling out to his men.
One by one, all of them spread my pussy lips and had a close look at my most intimate parts. Some of them even rubbed by clit to tease me.
"Even if you knew how many times you've been fuck," he said with a smirk, "you are about to lose count now."
He tied a tourniquet on my arm.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.
"Giving you a shot to ease you up..." he said loading a syringe.
"Please no, not that..." I said desperately trying to get away from him.
He grabbed my ankle and roughly pulled me towards him. "Your body is mine to use as I please," he growled, "and if I want to give you a shot you take that shot get it? Eventually you'll realize this is actually mercy. I really don't want to hurt you girl, physically or mentally. That would be bad for business."
He pricked the needle in skin and the very next moment I felt a cold fluid enter my vein. It instantly reached my brain and my vision became hazy. It was a trance-like state, I could no longer tell what is real. I felt him crawl on top of me, he was naked too. He smiled at me and started nibbling my neck. I had completely lost control over my body. I felt like I was floating, like I was lying on a cloud. He started nibbling my nipples and waves of pleasure started shooting towards my pussy. I could feel the heat gather between my legs. My body began to crave his touch. My hands were all over his body, my fingernails digging into his skin, pulling him towards me. I grabbed his hair and pushed his head harder against my breasts. The maddening pleasure made me moan uncontrollably.
The other men were standing there watching me being humiliated and taken against my will. They all had their dicks out of their pants, and they were stroking it as they watched. As shameful as it was, I was losing the battle against my body's desires.
I felt the leader's hard cock against my pussy. My pussy was profusely wet and my clit was swollen with desire. He was teasing me. He rubbed his hard tip against my pussy. To add to my desperation, he started rubbing both my nipples with his thumbs. He was smiling at the desperate moans that escaped my lips.
"Everyone can hear you, you know..." he teased, "You are moaning real loud, like a bitch in heat."
At the point, I didn't really care. I had surrendered to by body's desires. I began to rhythmically began to thrust my hips to trying to meet his.
"Such a desperate slut," he said as he began to insert his cock inside me slowly, inch by inch.
He loved this slow torture. He smirked as he watched my face contort with desire and my eyes beg for more. He slowly began to thrust in and out of me. I was drowning in ecstasy. The pleasure was so much, I never wanted him to stop. Whatever was left of my conscious mind was utterly ashamed of myself. Perhaps I could never look myself in the eye for enjoying this degradation, but it was beyond my control. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to thrust upwards. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, I wanted to feel him explode. The thought itself was driving me insane, and drove me to the most intense orgasm I ever had. Everything faded into background and all I could feel was his hot hard rod going in and out of me. I don't know how long that orgasm lasted but as long as it did, I felt like heaven.
My body relaxed after the orgasm, but I was still lying all wide open and spread out for him to continue fucking me for as long as he wanted. I just so badly wanted him to cum in me. But he decided something else. When he neared his orgasm, he withdrew his cock and came on my face. He loved the fact that it instantly made look like a slut.
The sexual pleasures died down pretty quickly and shame and humiliation took over as the men in the room had a good look at me lying naked, exposed with a cum covered face. They jeered at me and took pictures of me in humiliating positions.
"All yours now.." the leader said as he walked out of the room.
"NO! NO!...please..." I begged as all four of them ganged up on me at once.
"Relax cunt, you'll do just fine, you are a habitual slut, you just don't know it," he said with a grin.
I looked at all four of them in horror and screamed in fear.
"All right, give her another shot and be gentle," the leader ordered his men, "Don't damage her,"
One of the men then approached me with another syringe. Once the drug was in my vein, I was almost unconscious. I could just feel multiple hands over my body, my nipples being continuously played, and I was repeatedly penetrated in my pussy, ass and mouth. I don't even know how long the ordeal lasted but once it was done, I was glad that I could finally rest.
I really don't remember clearly what happened after that, but they held me captive and forced themselves on me one after the other multiple times. After a few days, I vaguely remember that they moved me to the cabin in the woods. They kept me on drugs most of the time, so I don't remember clearly but I know that I was forced to have sex with multiple men. I just have bits and pieces of memories. The most recent memory I have is of that night you found me, almost 3 nights ago.
Meera checked the call logs on her phone to check when she made the last call to Kabir. "2 weeks," she said to Mithila, "They held me captive for 2 weeks. I am sure they never meant to let me go alive, but I guess I am lucky that I could escape."
Mithila noticed that Meera had become jittery and drew her arms and legs closer. She suddenly felt very cold. She began to shiver and she felt an ache in her muscles that kept growing by the minutes.
"What's happening to me, Mithila?" she asked in a trembling voice.
"It's the withdrawal," Mithila said as she pulled over the car. She picked up a blanket from the backseat and wrapped it around the trembling girl, "We need to get you to the hospital quickly. And after that you might need rehab. The drugs they've been pumping in you were highly addictive."
"Am I going to be okay?" Meera asked.
"Of course," Mithila said handing over a pill to her with some water, "Take this, you'll feel better. Just hang in tight, while I drive you back to the hospital."
After some time Meera began to feel better. She took off the blanket, and rested her back against the car's seat, gazing the fast moving city from the car's window. There was a storm in her heart and so many things running in her head, but her expression was calm.
"Do you remember someone named Naina?" Mithila asked quickly gazing at Meera.
Meera thought for a moment and replied, "Not at the moment, why do you ask?"
"Last night after I injected you with a tranquilizer and you fell asleep in my arms, you referred to me as "Naina".
"Is it?" Meera said taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I don't remember..."
"It's alright," Mithila said with a faint smile, "Just close your eyes and try to relax. We'll be there soon."
Soon they reached the hospital. Meera was feeling weak, she could barely walk. Mithila ordered a nurse to get a wheel chair for her. As the nurse was taking Meera back to the ward, the receptionist called out to her.
"Miss. Meera," she said, "Your brother was here to see you."
Meera and Mithila shot each other a nervous look.
"My brother?" Meera asked.
"Yes," the receptionist, "Mr. Aryan Sinha, he was eager to see you. I informed him that you were taken to another hospital for a CT scan and that you would return soon. He said he'll come back and visit you in the morning."
"Can you show me how he looked like? I have a little trouble with my memory," Meera requested.
The receptionist looked and Mithila and Mithila nodded in approval. The receptionist showed her the CCTV footage of the man who claimed to be her brother.
"How did you know that he is my brother?" Meera asked.
"He had your picture, and he knew your name, and he said he was your brother," the receptionist said.
"Can I see the picture? What it a picture of me with him?" Meera asked.
"No, it was in his phone, just a picture of you..." she said nervously, "Is...there a problem?"
"Not at all," Meera said with a nervous smile, "I'll see him once he comes to visit tomorrow."
The nurse then escorted Meera to her ward and Mithila accompanied. The nurse helped Meera get onto her bed and left. Meera and Mithila were both nervous.
"Did you know him?" Mithila asked.
"No, never seen him before.." Meera said closing her eyes tightly, "He could be one of them...these men...they won't stop hunting me till I'm dead."
"Meera," Mithila said, "I think it is time we should go to the security officer."
"Are you serious?" Meera said, "I killed a man Mithila. The security officer are just going to lock me away."
"You did that out of grave provocation Meera," Mithila argued, "He forced you!"
"Forced?" Meera scoffed, "I begged him to fuck me, did you miss that part?"
"You were drugged Meera!" Mithila said, "I have proof that there was heroin in your blood in high doses!"
"You have proof that there were high doses of drugs I my blood," Meera said with a tear rolling down her cheek, "Do you have proof that I did not inject it myself? They'll just prove that I am a junkie whore who murdered a man brutally for a hit..."
"Meera..I..." Mithila stopped mid sentence not knowing what to say...
"I've lost Kabir Mithila," Meera said, "Now I can't afford to lose my freedom..."
Mithila hugged Meera and rubbed her back. "Okay Meera, if you don't want to go to the security officer...I'm changing your room right now, you cannot stay one more minute in this room. You are not safe here. And tomorrow, I am shifting you to another hospital with a different name." Mithila said with determination.
"Can I have a smoke?" Meera requested.
"This is a hospital Meera!" Mithila said sternly.
"Please..." Meera requested.
Mithila stared at her for a minute and then her expression softened. She reached into her purse and took out a cigarette and gave it to Meera and held a lighter for her. Meera lit the cigarette and took a puff.
"Why are you doing this, Mithila?" Meera asked.
"Doing what?" Mithila asked.
"You know what you are doing," Meera said taking another puff, "You are going far out of your way to help me."
"I just care about you girl," Mithila said holding Meera's face in her palms.
"As far as I know," Meera said, "Doctors don't babysit patients. You are not just doing your job. The way you are handling this is way too personal."
"Meera!" Mithila said looking into her eyes, "You aren't just a patient for me. You didn't just walk into my clinic one fine evening and walk out with a prescription. I found you lying on the road, drugged and wounded, with no idea of who you were!"
"You are risking way too much Mithila," Meera said, "It is hard to believe it is just out of sympathy. You know I killed somebody, and you are still not turning me in. Knowing that keeping quiet about a crime as serious as murder also makes you culpable, you are still helping me. You've been spending way too much time with me, smuggling me out of a hospital, driving me around to crime scenes, and now you are trying to protect me from people who perhaps want me dead. Do you even realize how dangerous this could be for you? You are an intelligent woman and you know what's at stake, and you are doing it anyway, for someone you know for how long? 3 days?! Why?"
"Meera...I..." Mithila stopped mid-sentence. She suddenly became tearful.
Meera noticed the sudden change in Mithila's expression. Meera held Mithila's face in her palms and asked, "What happened Mithila?"
Mithila was tearful and choking in grief, "I know how it feels...many years ago...I was bangd in a moving car and thrown on the street...I lay there naked and cold...waiting for someone to help me...but no one did for hours...I thought I was going to die...I remember how helpless I was...I just wanted someone to hold me...and tell me I that I was safe...when I found you that night...I just couldn't leave you out there in the cold...and if you killed a rapist, you did the world a great favor, that bastard fucking deserved it!"
Meera's expression suddenly softened to know Mithila's reason. She gave Mithila a warm hug and comforted her. "I am sorry for what you have been through and I really appreciate your kindness Mithila," Meera said, "But my world is way too dark. I cannot put you in danger, that would be so selfish. You are a doctor; you have a loving husband and a good life. Don't risk it for some street scum like me. Let me go Mithila, I'll sort out my mess on my own, trust me."
Mithila was still in tears. "But you need to be in rehab," she said wiping her tears.
Meera smiled, "Just give me those pills that you gave me in the car, I'll be fine."
Mithila cleared Meera's discharge formalities. She gave Meera some money to help her with the transport and to find herself a place to live.
"Where will you go?" Mithila asked.
"I know a place," Meera said with a smile.
They drove for almost an hour and finally dragged me out. It was a secluded warehouse in the outskirts of a city. The fact that they didn't bother blindfolding me, I knew they weren't going to let me go alive ever. I had no complaints...it was ok if they were going to kill me after they were done using me, I just hoped, the sooner the better. At least that way I could be with Kabir, I could tell him how much I love him, and that I am sorry.
The men dragged me and pushed me in front of another man who seemed to be their leader.
"Sharon escaped," one of the men said to their leader, "So we brought her instead."
"Hmmm.." the leader said scanning me from head to toe. He lifted my chin to have a good look at my face and asked, "What's your name girl?"
"Meera," I replied. I couldn't hold back my tears.
The man grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, he started running his hand gently through my hair.
"You look like a sweet girl Meera," he said wiping my tears, "Look at that innocent face."
He started sliding my dress off my shoulders. I felt crushed being stripped in front of so many men. I resisted him.
"What's the matter?" he spoke in his typical soft tone, "All these men are going to fuck you eventually, so there's nothing to be shy about."
"Please don't..." I begged.
"Would you rather have us tear it down?" he asked again softly with a smile.
I felt utterly helpless. I was drowning in shame as he made one of his men pull down my dress. I wasn't wearing a bra. I was standing wearing only my panties in front of 5 men. And now they could see the degrading words written on my body.
"Woah!" the leader exclaimed running his hand over my tattoos, "What the hell! What's your story girl? Who did this to you?"
"I don't know, I don't remember," I said as tears continuously poured from my eyes.
"Hmmm...so someone fucked you up real good and then messed up your head so that you don't remember a thing...interesting. That's what created this rare magic of an innocent face with the body of a slut," he said, "I so badly want to fuck you girl..."
He grabbed my hair and forced a kiss. He then grabbed my arm and took me to a room nearby. There was a bed there covered with dirty sheets. He made me lie down on the bed and roughly pulled off my panties.
His men followed him to enjoy my degradation.
"Open your legs and let me see your holes," he ordered.
I just couldn't. The shame was too much. He sharply pinched my ass and said, "Understand one thing girl, from now onwards, you are just a piece of flesh to be used and this is going to be your life. The quicker you learn to obey commands, the better this miserable little life is going to be for you."
Realizing I had no choice, I obeyed his command.
He bent over to have a close look at my pussy and ass. "Hmm...," he said, "definitely not a virgin. Do you remember how many men have fucked you till now?"
I had no answer to his humiliating question. I just closed my eyes and shook my head.
"Have a look at her used holes," he said calling out to his men.
One by one, all of them spread my pussy lips and had a close look at my most intimate parts. Some of them even rubbed by clit to tease me.
"Even if you knew how many times you've been fuck," he said with a smirk, "you are about to lose count now."
He tied a tourniquet on my arm.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.
"Giving you a shot to ease you up..." he said loading a syringe.
"Please no, not that..." I said desperately trying to get away from him.
He grabbed my ankle and roughly pulled me towards him. "Your body is mine to use as I please," he growled, "and if I want to give you a shot you take that shot get it? Eventually you'll realize this is actually mercy. I really don't want to hurt you girl, physically or mentally. That would be bad for business."
He pricked the needle in skin and the very next moment I felt a cold fluid enter my vein. It instantly reached my brain and my vision became hazy. It was a trance-like state, I could no longer tell what is real. I felt him crawl on top of me, he was naked too. He smiled at me and started nibbling my neck. I had completely lost control over my body. I felt like I was floating, like I was lying on a cloud. He started nibbling my nipples and waves of pleasure started shooting towards my pussy. I could feel the heat gather between my legs. My body began to crave his touch. My hands were all over his body, my fingernails digging into his skin, pulling him towards me. I grabbed his hair and pushed his head harder against my breasts. The maddening pleasure made me moan uncontrollably.
The other men were standing there watching me being humiliated and taken against my will. They all had their dicks out of their pants, and they were stroking it as they watched. As shameful as it was, I was losing the battle against my body's desires.
I felt the leader's hard cock against my pussy. My pussy was profusely wet and my clit was swollen with desire. He was teasing me. He rubbed his hard tip against my pussy. To add to my desperation, he started rubbing both my nipples with his thumbs. He was smiling at the desperate moans that escaped my lips.
"Everyone can hear you, you know..." he teased, "You are moaning real loud, like a bitch in heat."
At the point, I didn't really care. I had surrendered to by body's desires. I began to rhythmically began to thrust my hips to trying to meet his.
"Such a desperate slut," he said as he began to insert his cock inside me slowly, inch by inch.
He loved this slow torture. He smirked as he watched my face contort with desire and my eyes beg for more. He slowly began to thrust in and out of me. I was drowning in ecstasy. The pleasure was so much, I never wanted him to stop. Whatever was left of my conscious mind was utterly ashamed of myself. Perhaps I could never look myself in the eye for enjoying this degradation, but it was beyond my control. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to thrust upwards. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, I wanted to feel him explode. The thought itself was driving me insane, and drove me to the most intense orgasm I ever had. Everything faded into background and all I could feel was his hot hard rod going in and out of me. I don't know how long that orgasm lasted but as long as it did, I felt like heaven.
My body relaxed after the orgasm, but I was still lying all wide open and spread out for him to continue fucking me for as long as he wanted. I just so badly wanted him to cum in me. But he decided something else. When he neared his orgasm, he withdrew his cock and came on my face. He loved the fact that it instantly made look like a slut.
The sexual pleasures died down pretty quickly and shame and humiliation took over as the men in the room had a good look at me lying naked, exposed with a cum covered face. They jeered at me and took pictures of me in humiliating positions.
"All yours now.." the leader said as he walked out of the room.
"NO! NO!...please..." I begged as all four of them ganged up on me at once.
"Relax cunt, you'll do just fine, you are a habitual slut, you just don't know it," he said with a grin.
I looked at all four of them in horror and screamed in fear.
"All right, give her another shot and be gentle," the leader ordered his men, "Don't damage her,"
One of the men then approached me with another syringe. Once the drug was in my vein, I was almost unconscious. I could just feel multiple hands over my body, my nipples being continuously played, and I was repeatedly penetrated in my pussy, ass and mouth. I don't even know how long the ordeal lasted but once it was done, I was glad that I could finally rest.
I really don't remember clearly what happened after that, but they held me captive and forced themselves on me one after the other multiple times. After a few days, I vaguely remember that they moved me to the cabin in the woods. They kept me on drugs most of the time, so I don't remember clearly but I know that I was forced to have sex with multiple men. I just have bits and pieces of memories. The most recent memory I have is of that night you found me, almost 3 nights ago.
Meera checked the call logs on her phone to check when she made the last call to Kabir. "2 weeks," she said to Mithila, "They held me captive for 2 weeks. I am sure they never meant to let me go alive, but I guess I am lucky that I could escape."
Mithila noticed that Meera had become jittery and drew her arms and legs closer. She suddenly felt very cold. She began to shiver and she felt an ache in her muscles that kept growing by the minutes.
"What's happening to me, Mithila?" she asked in a trembling voice.
"It's the withdrawal," Mithila said as she pulled over the car. She picked up a blanket from the backseat and wrapped it around the trembling girl, "We need to get you to the hospital quickly. And after that you might need rehab. The drugs they've been pumping in you were highly addictive."
"Am I going to be okay?" Meera asked.
"Of course," Mithila said handing over a pill to her with some water, "Take this, you'll feel better. Just hang in tight, while I drive you back to the hospital."
After some time Meera began to feel better. She took off the blanket, and rested her back against the car's seat, gazing the fast moving city from the car's window. There was a storm in her heart and so many things running in her head, but her expression was calm.
"Do you remember someone named Naina?" Mithila asked quickly gazing at Meera.
Meera thought for a moment and replied, "Not at the moment, why do you ask?"
"Last night after I injected you with a tranquilizer and you fell asleep in my arms, you referred to me as "Naina".
"Is it?" Meera said taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I don't remember..."
"It's alright," Mithila said with a faint smile, "Just close your eyes and try to relax. We'll be there soon."
Soon they reached the hospital. Meera was feeling weak, she could barely walk. Mithila ordered a nurse to get a wheel chair for her. As the nurse was taking Meera back to the ward, the receptionist called out to her.
"Miss. Meera," she said, "Your brother was here to see you."
Meera and Mithila shot each other a nervous look.
"My brother?" Meera asked.
"Yes," the receptionist, "Mr. Aryan Sinha, he was eager to see you. I informed him that you were taken to another hospital for a CT scan and that you would return soon. He said he'll come back and visit you in the morning."
"Can you show me how he looked like? I have a little trouble with my memory," Meera requested.
The receptionist looked and Mithila and Mithila nodded in approval. The receptionist showed her the CCTV footage of the man who claimed to be her brother.
"How did you know that he is my brother?" Meera asked.
"He had your picture, and he knew your name, and he said he was your brother," the receptionist said.
"Can I see the picture? What it a picture of me with him?" Meera asked.
"No, it was in his phone, just a picture of you..." she said nervously, "Is...there a problem?"
"Not at all," Meera said with a nervous smile, "I'll see him once he comes to visit tomorrow."
The nurse then escorted Meera to her ward and Mithila accompanied. The nurse helped Meera get onto her bed and left. Meera and Mithila were both nervous.
"Did you know him?" Mithila asked.
"No, never seen him before.." Meera said closing her eyes tightly, "He could be one of them...these men...they won't stop hunting me till I'm dead."
"Meera," Mithila said, "I think it is time we should go to the security officer."
"Are you serious?" Meera said, "I killed a man Mithila. The security officer are just going to lock me away."
"You did that out of grave provocation Meera," Mithila argued, "He forced you!"
"Forced?" Meera scoffed, "I begged him to fuck me, did you miss that part?"
"You were drugged Meera!" Mithila said, "I have proof that there was heroin in your blood in high doses!"
"You have proof that there were high doses of drugs I my blood," Meera said with a tear rolling down her cheek, "Do you have proof that I did not inject it myself? They'll just prove that I am a junkie whore who murdered a man brutally for a hit..."
"Meera..I..." Mithila stopped mid sentence not knowing what to say...
"I've lost Kabir Mithila," Meera said, "Now I can't afford to lose my freedom..."
Mithila hugged Meera and rubbed her back. "Okay Meera, if you don't want to go to the security officer...I'm changing your room right now, you cannot stay one more minute in this room. You are not safe here. And tomorrow, I am shifting you to another hospital with a different name." Mithila said with determination.
"Can I have a smoke?" Meera requested.
"This is a hospital Meera!" Mithila said sternly.
"Please..." Meera requested.
Mithila stared at her for a minute and then her expression softened. She reached into her purse and took out a cigarette and gave it to Meera and held a lighter for her. Meera lit the cigarette and took a puff.
"Why are you doing this, Mithila?" Meera asked.
"Doing what?" Mithila asked.
"You know what you are doing," Meera said taking another puff, "You are going far out of your way to help me."
"I just care about you girl," Mithila said holding Meera's face in her palms.
"As far as I know," Meera said, "Doctors don't babysit patients. You are not just doing your job. The way you are handling this is way too personal."
"Meera!" Mithila said looking into her eyes, "You aren't just a patient for me. You didn't just walk into my clinic one fine evening and walk out with a prescription. I found you lying on the road, drugged and wounded, with no idea of who you were!"
"You are risking way too much Mithila," Meera said, "It is hard to believe it is just out of sympathy. You know I killed somebody, and you are still not turning me in. Knowing that keeping quiet about a crime as serious as murder also makes you culpable, you are still helping me. You've been spending way too much time with me, smuggling me out of a hospital, driving me around to crime scenes, and now you are trying to protect me from people who perhaps want me dead. Do you even realize how dangerous this could be for you? You are an intelligent woman and you know what's at stake, and you are doing it anyway, for someone you know for how long? 3 days?! Why?"
"Meera...I..." Mithila stopped mid-sentence. She suddenly became tearful.
Meera noticed the sudden change in Mithila's expression. Meera held Mithila's face in her palms and asked, "What happened Mithila?"
Mithila was tearful and choking in grief, "I know how it feels...many years ago...I was bangd in a moving car and thrown on the street...I lay there naked and cold...waiting for someone to help me...but no one did for hours...I thought I was going to die...I remember how helpless I was...I just wanted someone to hold me...and tell me I that I was safe...when I found you that night...I just couldn't leave you out there in the cold...and if you killed a rapist, you did the world a great favor, that bastard fucking deserved it!"
Meera's expression suddenly softened to know Mithila's reason. She gave Mithila a warm hug and comforted her. "I am sorry for what you have been through and I really appreciate your kindness Mithila," Meera said, "But my world is way too dark. I cannot put you in danger, that would be so selfish. You are a doctor; you have a loving husband and a good life. Don't risk it for some street scum like me. Let me go Mithila, I'll sort out my mess on my own, trust me."
Mithila was still in tears. "But you need to be in rehab," she said wiping her tears.
Meera smiled, "Just give me those pills that you gave me in the car, I'll be fine."
Mithila cleared Meera's discharge formalities. She gave Meera some money to help her with the transport and to find herself a place to live.
"Where will you go?" Mithila asked.
"I know a place," Meera said with a smile.
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