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Chapter 42: Janina (Act 15)
Janina lay still in the darkness, her body aching and her mind a whirlwind of exhaustion and unease. Rahim’s whispered words.. You’re mine… all mine” echoed in her ears like a haunting refrain.
She stared at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on her, when a sudden jolt of panic shot through her. The kids. Her breath hitched as memories of the afternoon came flooding back. The college pickup, the missed calls, her husband...how long had it been?
Her heart raced as she shot up in bed, frantically searching for her phone. “Rahim!” she hissed, shaking him awake. “My kids! I never picked them up! What time is it? My husband...oh God, he must have called!”
Rahim stirred groggily, his voice thick with sleep. “Calm down,” he said, his tone oddly calm despite her panic. He reached over to the nightstand and handed her phone to her. “Check your messages. It’s taken care of.”
Janina grabbed the phone with trembling fingers, her eyes darting across the screen. She opened her message inbox, and her breath caught as she saw a series of texts, all sent from her phone earlier that afternoon.
First, to her sister:
“Hey, I’m feeling really unwell and need to rest today. Could you please pick up the kids from college and let them stay with you tonight? I’ll come get them tomorrow since it’s Saturday and they don’t have college. Thanks so much.”
Next, to the college principal:
“Hi, this is Janina. My sister will be picking up my kids today on my behalf. Please let her know if you need anything else. Thank you.”
And then, the most shocking one to her husband:
“Hi love, I’m feeling terribly unwell today and couldn’t reach you on call. The kids are staying with my sister for the night. I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t worry about me; I just need some rest.”
Janina’s hands trembled as she read the messages, her mind racing. “How… how did you do this?” she whispered, turning to look at Rahim. “You sent these from my phone?”
Rahim rolled onto his back, his face shadowed in the dim light. “I took care of it while you were asleep,” he said calmly, his voice devoid of the intensity it had held hours before. “You were exhausted. I didn’t want you to worry.”
Janina’s emotions tangled in a knot of anger and relief. “You had no right!” she snapped, her voice sharp but trembling. “These are my children! My husband! You pretended to be me...what gives you the right to...”
“Don’t,” Rahim interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. “They’re safe. Your husband thinks you’re resting. Everything’s fine. You needed the time, Janina.”
She stared at him, her chest heaving with a mix of frustration and gratitude. She wanted to scream at him, to demand answers, but the exhaustion weighed too heavily on her. Instead, she slumped back against the pillows, her voice barely audible. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”
Rahim didn’t respond. He simply turned away from her, his breathing already deepening as he fell back into sleep. The room grew silent again, save for the soft sound of his snoring.
Janina lay there for what felt like an eternity, her mind racing. She glanced at the clock...it was late, far later than she’d realized. Twelve hours. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Twelve hours of relentless, almost inhuman passion. She looked over at Rahim’s sleeping form, his face peaceful now, devoid of the terrifying intensity that had consumed him earlier.
Her body ached in ways she couldn’t fully process as her neck bore faint bruises from his teeth, her wrists still tingled from where he’d pinned her down, and between her legs, she felt sore in places she hadn’t known could ache. She shuddered at the memory of his crude words, his possessive actions, the way he had taken her without hesitation or restraint.
But now, lying next to him, she couldn’t reconcile that Rahim with the man asleep beside her. He seemed… normal.
Vulnerable, even. His face was soft, his breathing steady, and for the first time since this nightmare began, Janina felt a flicker of something other than fear....curiosity.
She sat up slowly, wincing at the strain on her muscles, and reached for her bathrobe dbangd over a nearby chair. Slipping it on, she turned back to Rahim and hesitated. Despite everything, she knew something wasn’t right. This wasn’t him, not the man she thought she knew. Not the man who had gone limp in the bar’s bathroom when they’d tried to sneak a moment together weeks ago.
Gathering her courage, she shook him gently. “Rahim,” she whispered. “Wake up.”
He groaned softly, his face contorting in discomfort as he stirred. When his eyes fluttered open, they were wide with confusion and pain. “Janina?” he croaked, his voice hoarse. “What… what happened?”
She hesitated, studying his face carefully.
There was no trace of the dark, predatory man from earlier, just a look of genuine bewilderment and discomfort. “You… you don’t remember?” she asked softly.
Rahim winced as he shifted slightly in bed, his hand instinctively moving to his groin. “Fuck,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “It feels like… like my cock’s been ripped off.” He glanced around the room, his expression growing more alarmed as he took in the state of the bed the tangled sheets, the faint stains, the lingering scent of sex. And then he looked at Janina.
His face paled as he took in her appearance...the disheveled hair, the bruises on her neck and wrists, the weariness in her eyes. “Janina,” he said slowly, his voice trembling with dread. “What… what did I do?”
She swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes as the weight of everything came crashing down on her. “You really don’t remember?” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Rahim shook his head slowly, his expression a mixture of horror and guilt. “No,” he said hoarsely. “Tell me… tell me what happened.”
Janina took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she pulled the bathrobe tighter around herself. And then she began to speak. Slowly at first, haltingly, she recounted the events of the day, the relentless passion, the crude remarks, the unprotected sex in every conceivable way, the abuse of her body, the forced acts that left her feeling violated and yet… undeniably marked by him.
As she spoke, Rahim’s face grew paler and paler until he looked almost ghostly. “No,” he whispered when she finished, his voice barely audible. “No, I wouldn’t… I couldn’t…”
“But you did,” Janina said softly, tears streaming down her face. “And it wasn’t you, Rahim. It was like… like something took over you. That jar… that ointment… you kept using it, over and over again…”
Rahim’s gaze snapped to the nightstand where the small jar still sat, its lid slightly ajar. He reached for it with trembling hands, studying the oily residue inside with a mix of fear and disgust. “This…” he murmured, his voice shaking. “This is what did it? This is what turned me into… into that?”
Janina nodded silently, her chest tight with emotion. “I don’t know what it is or where it came from,” she admitted. “But it changed you, Rahim. It made you someone else.”
For a long moment, Rahim just stared at the jar, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sudden burst of anger, he hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, the oily contents splattering across the floor in a dark, glistening stain.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “Janina, I’m so sorry.”
Janina lay still in the darkness, her body aching and her mind a whirlwind of exhaustion and unease. Rahim’s whispered words.. You’re mine… all mine” echoed in her ears like a haunting refrain.
She stared at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on her, when a sudden jolt of panic shot through her. The kids. Her breath hitched as memories of the afternoon came flooding back. The college pickup, the missed calls, her husband...how long had it been?
Her heart raced as she shot up in bed, frantically searching for her phone. “Rahim!” she hissed, shaking him awake. “My kids! I never picked them up! What time is it? My husband...oh God, he must have called!”
Rahim stirred groggily, his voice thick with sleep. “Calm down,” he said, his tone oddly calm despite her panic. He reached over to the nightstand and handed her phone to her. “Check your messages. It’s taken care of.”
Janina grabbed the phone with trembling fingers, her eyes darting across the screen. She opened her message inbox, and her breath caught as she saw a series of texts, all sent from her phone earlier that afternoon.
First, to her sister:
“Hey, I’m feeling really unwell and need to rest today. Could you please pick up the kids from college and let them stay with you tonight? I’ll come get them tomorrow since it’s Saturday and they don’t have college. Thanks so much.”
Next, to the college principal:
“Hi, this is Janina. My sister will be picking up my kids today on my behalf. Please let her know if you need anything else. Thank you.”
And then, the most shocking one to her husband:
“Hi love, I’m feeling terribly unwell today and couldn’t reach you on call. The kids are staying with my sister for the night. I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t worry about me; I just need some rest.”
Janina’s hands trembled as she read the messages, her mind racing. “How… how did you do this?” she whispered, turning to look at Rahim. “You sent these from my phone?”
Rahim rolled onto his back, his face shadowed in the dim light. “I took care of it while you were asleep,” he said calmly, his voice devoid of the intensity it had held hours before. “You were exhausted. I didn’t want you to worry.”
Janina’s emotions tangled in a knot of anger and relief. “You had no right!” she snapped, her voice sharp but trembling. “These are my children! My husband! You pretended to be me...what gives you the right to...”
“Don’t,” Rahim interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. “They’re safe. Your husband thinks you’re resting. Everything’s fine. You needed the time, Janina.”
She stared at him, her chest heaving with a mix of frustration and gratitude. She wanted to scream at him, to demand answers, but the exhaustion weighed too heavily on her. Instead, she slumped back against the pillows, her voice barely audible. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”
Rahim didn’t respond. He simply turned away from her, his breathing already deepening as he fell back into sleep. The room grew silent again, save for the soft sound of his snoring.
Janina lay there for what felt like an eternity, her mind racing. She glanced at the clock...it was late, far later than she’d realized. Twelve hours. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Twelve hours of relentless, almost inhuman passion. She looked over at Rahim’s sleeping form, his face peaceful now, devoid of the terrifying intensity that had consumed him earlier.
Her body ached in ways she couldn’t fully process as her neck bore faint bruises from his teeth, her wrists still tingled from where he’d pinned her down, and between her legs, she felt sore in places she hadn’t known could ache. She shuddered at the memory of his crude words, his possessive actions, the way he had taken her without hesitation or restraint.
But now, lying next to him, she couldn’t reconcile that Rahim with the man asleep beside her. He seemed… normal.
Vulnerable, even. His face was soft, his breathing steady, and for the first time since this nightmare began, Janina felt a flicker of something other than fear....curiosity.
She sat up slowly, wincing at the strain on her muscles, and reached for her bathrobe dbangd over a nearby chair. Slipping it on, she turned back to Rahim and hesitated. Despite everything, she knew something wasn’t right. This wasn’t him, not the man she thought she knew. Not the man who had gone limp in the bar’s bathroom when they’d tried to sneak a moment together weeks ago.
Gathering her courage, she shook him gently. “Rahim,” she whispered. “Wake up.”
He groaned softly, his face contorting in discomfort as he stirred. When his eyes fluttered open, they were wide with confusion and pain. “Janina?” he croaked, his voice hoarse. “What… what happened?”
She hesitated, studying his face carefully.
There was no trace of the dark, predatory man from earlier, just a look of genuine bewilderment and discomfort. “You… you don’t remember?” she asked softly.
Rahim winced as he shifted slightly in bed, his hand instinctively moving to his groin. “Fuck,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “It feels like… like my cock’s been ripped off.” He glanced around the room, his expression growing more alarmed as he took in the state of the bed the tangled sheets, the faint stains, the lingering scent of sex. And then he looked at Janina.
His face paled as he took in her appearance...the disheveled hair, the bruises on her neck and wrists, the weariness in her eyes. “Janina,” he said slowly, his voice trembling with dread. “What… what did I do?”
She swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes as the weight of everything came crashing down on her. “You really don’t remember?” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Rahim shook his head slowly, his expression a mixture of horror and guilt. “No,” he said hoarsely. “Tell me… tell me what happened.”
Janina took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she pulled the bathrobe tighter around herself. And then she began to speak. Slowly at first, haltingly, she recounted the events of the day, the relentless passion, the crude remarks, the unprotected sex in every conceivable way, the abuse of her body, the forced acts that left her feeling violated and yet… undeniably marked by him.
As she spoke, Rahim’s face grew paler and paler until he looked almost ghostly. “No,” he whispered when she finished, his voice barely audible. “No, I wouldn’t… I couldn’t…”
“But you did,” Janina said softly, tears streaming down her face. “And it wasn’t you, Rahim. It was like… like something took over you. That jar… that ointment… you kept using it, over and over again…”
Rahim’s gaze snapped to the nightstand where the small jar still sat, its lid slightly ajar. He reached for it with trembling hands, studying the oily residue inside with a mix of fear and disgust. “This…” he murmured, his voice shaking. “This is what did it? This is what turned me into… into that?”
Janina nodded silently, her chest tight with emotion. “I don’t know what it is or where it came from,” she admitted. “But it changed you, Rahim. It made you someone else.”
For a long moment, Rahim just stared at the jar, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sudden burst of anger, he hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, the oily contents splattering across the floor in a dark, glistening stain.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “Janina, I’m so sorry.”
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