THE RISK OF SPEAKING OUT

The Risk of Speaking Out : Part 1

(Fiction – Age recommended : 16+)

Riya

Dated : 17th June 2015, Wednesday.

As I walked home from my office, I looked at my watch, and it said 10:40 pm. The roads were empty, the streetlights were dim, the atmosphere was gloomy, and soon I realised that I was all alone. With the newspapers reporting stories of rape, harassment and assault, I was anxious to even look around and see what place it actually was. I kept walking, with my chin facing the ground, not daring enough to even call my home.

Seven minutes later I heaved a huge sigh of relief as I somehow got past through the ‘dangerous’ road and entered a somewhat busy area. This time it was quite pleasing to see crowded markets, congested roads, vehicles honking every second, and floating people.

It was around 10:50 and I received a call from Abhay.

“Riya, where are you ?”

“I’ll be home in another twenty minutes.”

“Why too late ?”

“Hell lot of work.”

“Isha’s crying.”

“You both go to bed. I have the keys. No worries.”

“Come soon. And. Be safe.”

“Okay.”

The moment I disconnected, I found myself being dragged by two men, who covered my mouth with some dirty handkerchief and a few seconds later, I was blindfolded.

I tried to scream, yell for help, but in vain.

After half an hour, I found myself being tied, bleeding, my bag snatched and isolated in a dark room. I was surrounded by four men, each standing a minimum five-eight, shabbily dressed, looking furiously into my eyes, and then staring at each other, speaking in an unknown language, in an unknown place.

I couldn’t understand what they were speaking about, but one thing I knew for sure-this night’s gonna be worse.

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