Face the devil part 2

"Strip,"

I froze after hearing what the devil himself said.

I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid.

How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this?

I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

"Don't you dare run, trust me, you will only make it worse for you," And I cried, fat tears started streaming down my pale face like a flowing river, not daring to stop.

I knew too well what he was talking about; he was trying to steal away the innocence and pureness I was trying my entire life to protect. He wanted to discard me like a flower and leave me unwanted and dirty. 

I run to the door, trying to open it. He laughed when I found it locked. Had my heart sunk? Who will save me? 

Ya Allah, my precious, please help this weak human of yours. How can I survive if he does something?

"Please have mercy on me uncle, that is haram, aren't you ashamed of yourself?" I choked out, falling to the ground on my knees, begging him.

Who am I kidding?

He is a heartless man, nothing can ever soften that cold black heart of his, only my precious Allah, that's why I am begging you, Allah, to answer my prayers.

His face turned red, he glared at me not liking my actions.

I looked around the room, hoping, praying I will find with what to protect myself, only to find all my stuff gone.

I slumped my shoulders as tears fell uncontrollably, he planned so well.

What do I do? I can't give in.

Ya Allah, why are you being cruel to me?

I wish this was all a nightmare, please tell me it isn't true.

How can a man like him, an old man twice my size and age want to do such a thing, this is disgusting.

I cannot endure it all. This is too much.

"So you choose the hard way, huh?" He looked at my trembling frame and started walking towards me.

I pinned myself to the door, sitting there my head between my knees crying and begging for him to stop where he was.

That was all I had to protect myself. I was that hopeless I knew when he intends something he does it, no matter what the price is. However, I never lost hope., I still had God.

He grabbed me from my hair trying to entangle me from the position I was in. I tightened my grip on my knees as he was about to slap me, we heard.

"Honey, I am home. where are you?" 

It was my mother, Ya Allah, thank you. I knew I should never lose my hope in you.

His eyes widened, he quickly went out of the room leaving me there not knowing what I should.

Relieved I was saved or shocked about what was about to happen.

I took a deep breath, this needed to stop, it is getting out of control I need to tell my mother.

I leaned on the closed door, hearing shouting and noise from outside. What are they arguing about?

"What the hell? Why did you just come out of her room?" Mom shouted at the top of her lungs, a faint hope raised inside of me. This is my chance.

I quickly opened the door and went closer to their bedroom.

This could be it. I can tell her the truth and she will believe me.

"Trust me, it was all her doings, can't you see I am not sober enough," My eyes widened, what a cheap man!

He can't be turning this on me, "Really? what did she do?" She questioned him in an unrecognizable tone, She can't be believing him.

"You do know that I will never cheat on you, right?" He told her in a sweet fake tone. What a double-faced devil he is.

"Well, she tried to force herself on me," That's it.

I kicked the door and got in. They turned to look at me.

I couldn't believe my eyes. My mother looked at me with disgust evident on her now cold and emotionless face while he was holding a smug look on his face.

She believed him.