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I cock the pistol pull the trigger

“KNEEL, DONT MOVVVVEE”

Gasping through tears. The Nile flowing through my cheeks

Pinned onto the bed. Both my arms bruised.

Him thrusting himself into me. I’m too hazy to react.

Too petrified. I pull back into reality by shaking my head, blinking long and hard. Beads of sweat slowly rolling down the back of my scalp. My spine.

The gun in my hand and my arms forward, threatening to shoot him. He must die. He pinned my soul down, ate every bit of purity in me. A hyenas 8 laughs into one. The devils eyes and Ted Bundy’s smile.

My mind thrusts the memories off.

God, its too hard.

He’s in front of me.

“Iman, SHOOT” I find myself screeching.

He cries and wails and squeals. His eyes now popping out, kneeling before me. Water in his eyes, his vein on his forehead almost popping.

YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY.

Mom, mom, he raped me you don’t understand, he drugged me, I was helpless, I found myself with shredded clothes and a pool of my own blood. Mother, he must pay for this “MOTHER HE MUST PAY”

I cock the pistol.

He scrams for the door thats locked but tries to break it with his ashen aged body

“DONT FUCKING MOVE YOU FILTH”

I shoot.

He flees off the door like a cunt.

The bullet pierces through the door.

A mischievous laughter escapes me. My eyes hungry for his blood, I lick my lips anticipating his taste. He’ll be dead and I’ll be free. I’ll be free.

The hole of ripped apart organs including mine will leave my mind.

He moaned his pleasure while my screams passed my throat with a magnitude I’ve never known it could do. His thrust deep and hard and fast while my screams seem to be muted.  As if its a new dimension no one will ever know of.

I’ll be free.

“FREE” My vocal cords close to ripping.

BANG.

Im free.

I’m breathing hard.

I’m free.


Police report:

Female Iman Alhosani, aged 26 died of suicide at 2:03am.

Her mother came home the next day noticing a hole on the wall.

Way of death is a pistol to the head.

Seemed to have suffered from PTSD and MDD.

 

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