Chapter 90

FOR THE FUTURE

Madok walked painfully into the house his father, the Emir, had given out to him and Khadija, he was going to take up his responsibilities for everything he had committed.

The Royal Guards tossed him on the floor, like he was nothing, anyways he's actually nothing because everything he represented in the whole of Al Zayed had been taken away from him, he was just like a benefited commoner.

The only garment of Royalty which reminded him of his past life as a Prince stuck to his back, from the floggings that had been meted out on him, his garment stuck to his body, mixed with his blood and sweat.

Khadija stood at a corner of the room, watching him as they tossed him on the floor, loud groans and curses emitting from his mouth, although he really got what he deserved, Khadija being a very kind hearted and good natured young lady was having this untold sympathy towards him.

He had passed his limit, she was sure she wasn't the first person he had harassed sexually, but at least she would be the last and she would forever be grateful to Emir Abdul.

Madok really changed, he wasn't like the good young boy she had grown up to like, when they were little he was so caring, social and friendly with everyone, she even preferred him to Rashid, because Rashid had been the anti-social type.

He always kept to himself, but Madok?, No, he was always ready to associate with everyone.

She walked towards him and crouched down on her knees, she brought her hands to his head and patted his head.

He groaned harshly.

"Although you got what you deserved, I won't let my heart be clouded with satanic thoughts and let the devil take possession of me, while I in return change to an evil Maniac, No I won't do that.

I will go in to the bathroom, get a piece of cloth with water and a bottle of antiseptic to nurse your wounds and everything I would do to make you heal fastly and better, I would do it.

Also, I would make sure when I am done treating your wounds, I would make sure no scar is left on your back, it would be as smooth and clean as the first day you were brought into the world.

I would make a good pathway, for myself..... since I would become your wife sooner than later, I don't want it, but yet....., I have no choice", she blurted out and stood up to leave.

She did just as she promised, she went into the bathroom and brought a white piece of cloth, a bowel of water, an antiseptic lotion which she would rub at his back and some mashed herbs which she would apply to his back.

He hadn't moved an inch when she came back, she slowly raised his head up and sat on the floor, she placed his head atop her legs, dipped the piece of cloth in the warm water and raised his garment off, before she started cleaning his bloodied back.

"Mmhhhh", he growled, the pain spiralling up to his head and creating a painful sizzling shock that wired his whole body up, his head sprang up with speed as he grinded his teeth to stop him from screaming out loud.

She continued cleaning him off, while his body kept jerking up whenever she placed the piece of cloth on his back to clean him off.

"S-so-sorry", she stammered, trying to help him soothe the pain wiring him up.

She was filled with loathe and hatred for him, for the man that took her pride forcefully away from her, for the man that never care to ask her how she had taken care of herself, for the man that warned and also threaten her not to allow anyone hear of the wicked and obscene things he did to her and not with her, because it wasn't what she wanted.

No......, who would ever want to be raped, it could never even been written down in your wish list.

Immediately the words sorry got out of her mouth, he stilled....., he stilled because the same woman whom he had raped and emotionally, physically and psychologically tortured was sorry for the injuries that had been meted out to him for the bigger ones he caused her.

He stayed quiet until she was done dressing him and even until she applied the antiseptic lotion to his back, he only grinded his teeth together and his hands turned to fist, ........, but still he didn't shout nor scream, nor mutter curses, nor growled, he only went pliant and subtle under her hold.

Once she was done cleaning and nursing his wounds, she slowly and gently raised his head off her thighs and grabbed the pillow that was on the chair next to her and replaced her thighs with the pillow.

As she stood up to go, his hands tightened around her legs, she looked down at him.

"I...., I a-am ve-very sorry, Khadija...., I am very sorry, I let my struggle for power tie my senses down and hurt everyone around me.....

"That should not be enough reason to rape me, it should not be a very worthwhile reason to molest me, you should not have brought me in, in your quest for power and almost destroy me, now..... let go of my legs", she warned, her voice trembling at the remembrance of what had happened that night.

"I can't let go of your legs, just accept my apology, but please don't turn your back at me", he pleaded, his eyes going open and shut.

"You have to earn it, I won't and will never forgive you, You have to prove it by working hard, when you work hard to earn my forgiveness, I would know, but let go off my leg before I do something bad to you, which you would live on with,for the test of your life", she bawled.

He slowly removed his tightened grip which was wrapped around her legs, while she walked away briskly to the bathroom, her hands and her body shook as she poured away the water which had turn so bloody, it was so red and slightly thick.

She poured it away in the sink and rinsed it off immediately, she removed her clothes and climbed into the bath tub as she lowered herself in it, to soothe herself off everything that had been whirling around her.

She was going to heal first, before she thinks of ever forgiving him, if she would even think of doing that, but for now......., she was going to heal, heal, heal and heal, until she is very sure that she could heal no more.

For the future, she would have to heal, everyone's got to heal.

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Khadija dragged him up to bed, she placed him on the bed so his back was facing the roof of the ceiling, as he would not be able to keep his back down on the bed, she had fed him, washed him, took him to the toilet to ease himself off.

She went to the other side of the bed and laid down, turning her face to the other side of the bed, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up, she felt herself becoming hot all of a sudden, although the windows were open, the air conditioner was on, but yet she was feeling hot.

She turned to the other side of the bed, facing Madok and that was when she noticed he had been looking at her.

She turned abruptly, stood up from the bed and increased the switch of the air conditioner.

She was woken up in the middle of the night, by gentle but consistent tapping.

"What is it?", she asked calmly.

"Please can you help me up?, I want to use the toilet", Madok pleaded.

She helped him to the toilet and helped him raise his gown up, she had begun wearing him long, big gowns which had enough space in them, that would not stick to his body.

After he was done urinating, she helped him back to the bed.

"Thank you", he said.

"Mmmm", she responded.

It was all the future, she was going to do this for the future.