His eyes flickered over her like a viper's, "But you did more than just steal a possession of mine. You stole a son of my blood! Death will be long in the coming for you and you will embrace it long before it comes."
Deshavi shook her head as tears of fear dripped down her face, "Please don't do this!" But tears were wasted on a man such as him, who had left a vital part of himself escape years before, which was his soul.
"I think we should start your education into how bad it is to cross me with a little rape, followed by a lot more rape. Rip her clothes off and hold her down. No point in not getting started with her education is there?"
The man's minions obeyed willingly enough, as they knew that they would be next in line to take their pleasure. Deshavi's screams rent the air, but there was no one to hear that cared.
Something wasn't right. Deshavi had promised to call me the day after she had gotten back to the city and this was now the third day since she had left. I had tried calling her, but the call had gone straight to voicemail. I knew the alias the Deshavi went by and the city and I began to call around.
It took several hours to locate a hotel with someone on record with that name. I was transferred by the receptionist to another line. A woman's voice came on the phone.
"Sir might I ask what your interest in this person may be?"
"She's my granddaughter. She was supposed to call me when she got in, but it's been a few days and she hasn't called me yet. I was wondering if you could check for me whether she arrived safely?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the line before the woman's voice slowly responded with a note of bad news to her tone that had me gripping the phone hard before even her words came through clearly, "Sir I regret to have to inform you of this, but the door of your granddaughters room was broken open. We have surveillance footage of your granddaughter arriving, but not departing. We also have footage of three men leaving the area with a large suitcase. We've turned over our surveillance data to the police and are cooperating with them fully on the investigation, as to your granddaughter's disappearance. Are you still there Sir?"
I heard her last words, but the phone was already falling from my listless grasp to shatter on the floor. I stumbled my way out onto my front porch that overlooked my mountain valley home. First it had been my wife, then my son, then my good friend, and now all that I had dear left to me was gone into the unknown. A shout of war filled rage swept out of me in a cry that echoed down the valley temporarily silencing the sounds of nature for a long moment. Such a cry hadn't been heard in these mountains for many generations.