The Risk of Speaking Out : Part 1
(Fiction – Age recommended : 16+)
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.”
“You both go to bed. I have the keys. No worries.”
“Come soon. And. Be safe.”
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.