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Driving through the road was Re'Kha, her face pale, on the verge of vomiting. Her hands trembled as she quickly reached her character's house, inching back to his room without alerting his parents.

The moment she arrived, she sat on the bed as the boy spoke automatically, "Just what the hell was that?"

"Hah, something one mustn't see," Re'Kha sighed, massaging her forehead as she felt a headache. On seeing how her time was running out, Re'Kha didn't dare delay, gritting her teeth as she looked through all the photos in the two envelopes.

Both seemed to have been taken at different dates, situated a month apart. Upon seeing them, Re'Kha felt anger, intense anger. Her character too seemed to boil with anger as he cursed, "Those monsters deserve the most horrible of deaths."

"You are right," Re'Kha nodded. Her character then inserted the SD Card in his laptop and pulled up the contents within.

It happened three months after Chaya had been married. Her husband had attended a class reunion to meet up with some of his friends. There, news of his pretty wife became the most talked about topic coincidentally. Since it was just the usual tease between friends, he didn't mind it.

But, that was also the time when one of those who had attended the reunion, a once jovial guy who had changed his ways in life due to circumstances had his fire lit after stealing a glance at her picture.

Upon getting the social media profile of Chaya's husband, he was able to easily discover Chaya's profile through it. He became obsessed with it and began to stalk her online. At first, he didn't have any plans for her. He was just obsessed.

At that time, Chaya had been young and beautiful, having a lot of admirers. She was also active on social media, so active, she uploaded posts at least twice a day. And, these posts usually showed her routine, the places she visited, the shops she frequented, the friends she was in close contact with, etc.

Through this, he was basically able to get her entire habits. He had memorised them to the extent he could judge her behavioural patterns, such was his obsession. The fact that he had been jealous of Chaya's husband since school days—nurturing the emotion in himself for years—further spurred him on to tread the horrid path.

As they were newlyweds, Chaya and her husband moved out to live in a house of their own. They were also doing well enough to afford it in such an early phase of their life.

On one fine day, when Chaya's husband had to leave for a business meeting, and there wasn't anyone else in her home. Chaya had invited a couple of her girlfriends for some tea and stuff.

He, on the other hand, had just been waiting for such an opportunity. Having planned the entire thing, he sent a teenager dressed similarly to one of her neighbours. It was a bit late into the night when Chaya's friends bode farewell to her and left her house.

Upon sending them off, she had just closed the door when the boy appeared and rang the doorbell, looking like he had come to find the cricket ball that he had mistakenly sent flying into her house. Upon seeing the somewhat familiar face—she wasn't exactly sure since she was still new to the area—Chaya opened the door, only to be sprayed by a certain gas that immediately caused her to faint.

The boy vanished as the man and three other men entered the house and closed the door. They forced themselves onto her for the entire duration of her husband's business trip. Having also collected enough blackmail material, they promised her they won't reveal anything as long as she didn't complain to the police.

To avoid public shame, Chaya was unable to refuse.

A month later, her husband had to leave for another business trip. And this time, the duration was even longer, spanning almost a week.

During this week, her house had basically become a brothel as he and all his buddies took their turns to force themselves onto her over the course of the week. Chaya was mentally broken by the end of it. And, a product of this act was Swetha.

Since they had been close during the rest of the time he wasn't on a business trip, Chaya's husband thought it was his daughter, and didn't find anything suspicious. After all, there were no external wounds on Chaya.

The perpetrator hadn't gone overboard, for he had planned to enjoy her many times, whenever he got the chance. A month later, he lost his life in a truck accident. So, no one targeted Chaya again. But, the rest of the gang that had forced themselves onto her remained alive.

Moreover, the shame, humiliation, anger, and a myriad of emotions she experienced twisted her mind, causing her to develop a split personality. One part of her became the normal Chaya without any memory of the incident.

So, she led her life normally with her family. But, the other part of her became increasingly twisted and only came out occasionally, learning the arts of killing as she tracked the perpetrators and killed them one after another in the most gruesome way possible.

She practiced her skills on their bodies, expertly understanding the human body. Though, to avoid being out too long in fear Chaya or her husband would notice something amiss, her twisted personality seldom came out. So, the pace of her killing was slow.

And, only six of the gang had been killed by the time Swetha grew up into an eight-year-old girl. The medical reports consisted of a DNA check to see whether Swetha was really a child between Chaya and her husband, which proved otherwise. The other report was of her split personality issue; both had been hidden from the rest of her family.

The photos had been those taken by the gang to blackmail Chaya and had been sent in an envelope to create the chance for their second session. And finally, the SD card consisted of Chaya's twisted personality's motives, thoughts, and scenes of her brutal killings. Most of her thoughts had been recorded when she was in the midst of dissecting her foes. That was also where she recounted her experience, slowly, one by one, the names and faces of everyone as they forced themselves onto her…all while cutting up her perpetrator.

Once she looked through everything, Re'Kha stared at the wall before her blankly as the familiar sound echoed in her ear.