THE LIGHT HE CLAIMED

Prologue

I wished for you to die in the most painful, brutal way imaginable. I wanted you to suffer the same cruelty you inflicted on your victims. I prayed for your death-slow, inhumane, and merciless.

You're not God. So how do you kill so easily, without remorse? You're not deaf, but you didn't hear their screams-their cries begging for mercy.

I hate you. With every breath I take, I hate you more. If I could have one wish, it would be your death.

But... why?

Why can't I do it? Why can't I kill you, even after you told me to?

Why? Why does it hurt me when you're hurt? Why do I still pray you come home safe, unharmed, not caught by the police?

Even in death, even in the afterlife-I can't let go of you.

Xantheus...

News Report

The body of the missing teenage girl has been found. After three long months of searching, her body was discovered floating in the river in Cainta, Rizal, just after midnight. Authorities confirmed the tragic end to what had been a desperate search. Residents-especially women-are urged to remain alert and cautious.

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"Mom, I'm leaving now," I said, grabbing my bag and walking over to kiss her cheek.

"Come home early, sweetheart. You saw the news. It's not safe out there," she warned.

"Stuff like that won't reach our place," I joked, laughing a little. But she looked at me sharply.

"Okay, okay! I'll be home early. I promise-you'll see me before dark," I said, kissing her cheek again.

"Alright, go on. Just don't stay out late," she said as she turned off the TV. I nodded and stepped outside.

I should have listened.

I should have come home early, just like she said.

"Dance. I said dance!"

I flinched at his voice, loud and angry, followed by the crash of a beer bottle smashing against the wall.

Shards of glass scattered across the floor.

I was crying, shaking my head, begging with my eyes. He clenched his jaw, staring at me with pure rage.

It's been three months since he forced me into his car that Friday night. I was on my way home from a group study when it happened.

He pressed a cloth over my face something soaked in chemicals.I passed out almost instantly.

When I woke up, my hands were tied to the headboard. I didn't understand why he had taken me. Was it for money?

No. We weren't rich. And he clearly wasn't poor, judging by the house and his lifestyle.

I couldn't make sense of it.

He raped me. Repeatedly. Every single day, for a week straight. No breaks, no mercy. Just pain and exhaustion until I could barely move.

That tiny red room became my entire world.

I begged over and over, but he never listened.

"I said dance," he said coldly from the couch. He watched me, wearing nothing but the maroon bra and panties he gave me.

"Dance, or I'll kill you," he added in the same chilling tone.

I shut my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks. Slowly, I started to move my hips-against my will-just to survive.

I heard him chuckle softly. I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to see his face.

He kept me locked in that big house for three months. I was never allowed outside-unless he was with me.

He brought me food, books, and let me watch TV to keep me "entertained." But every day, I tried to escape.

I tried so many times, but I always failed. The doors were locked. The windows sealed.

Once, he caught me trying to get out. He tied my hands and feet and didn't give me food for an entire day. That day felt like hell itself.

Every day, all I could think about was my family. They must've been looking for me. My mom must've been crying nonstop. Maybe she hadn't eaten or slept since I disappeared.

If only I'd listened to her that day...

None of this would've happened.

"Come here," he ordered.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was touching his lips, eyes locked on mine. I took a deep breath and walked over, trembling.

I was terrified of him. Just one glance from him made me want to pass out.

"Please... let me go," I whispered, trying to sound brave.

He grabbed my hand and gently pulled me onto his lap. One hand moved up to my neck.

"Never," he said.

"Please... just let me go," I pleaded again.

"What a waste. I was hoping we'd be together forever," he replied, cold as ever.

I burst into tears. Who would want to spend forever with a monster?

"If that's the case, then just kill me," I said, my voice shaking. "Isn't that what you're going to do anyway? Just kill me now."

He laughed-this horrible, deranged laugh.

"Who said i will kill you? You're wrong. We're going to be together... forever."

"You're insane!" I screamed.

He didn't reply. Instead, he kissed my neck, then my jaw.

I squeezed my eyes shut, crying, helpless.

And once again, he took me again and again until he was too tired to move.

When will this nightmare end?

When will I finally escape this hell?

If only I had listened to my mother that day...

None of this would have happened.

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Chapter 1.

"Kan, come with me."

James approached me, smiling. I shook my head while carefully packing my things into my bag.

We had just finished our group study at Mich's house. There were five of us: me, Mich, James, Anna, Grace, and Jeremy. We had just finished watching a movie about a serial killer who kidnaps women and locks them up.

"Ugh, Kan. Don't go with him. You never know where James might take you, you know him." Grace interrupted, applying lipstick to her lips.

I laughed, and so did the others. I knew James well enough. I knew he could be like that, but I also knew he wouldn't do anything like that to me because we were best friends.

"Tsk, you think I would do that to Kanari?" James said, glaring at Grace. There was anger in his eyes.

"I may look like a creep, but I have a lot of respect for Kan, and all of you," he added.

"Come on, Kan. Come with me," Jeremy said, standing up. We all looked at him. "I'll take Anna and Grace with me," he added, and Grace and Anna stood up with him.

"No, it's fine! My house is far, you'll just be a bother," I explained, feeling embarrassed to decline. I didn't want him to be upset with me.

I really wanted to go with them, but Mich had nudged me earlier and signaled me not to go. James didn't say anything and angrily grabbed his bag from the sofa, storming out.

"Looks like he's mad?" Anna looked at Mich and then at me.

Jeremy, who was beside Anna, shook his head.

"He's high." She said, and Mich immediately shot him a glare.

"Didn't you notice? He's not even himself." Mich crossed her arms. "Are you two on drugs? You've been acting high since earlier. You were both laughing at a movie that wasn't even funny. What's up with that?"

"You're the who's high, Mich!" Jeremy yelled, making all of us jump.

"What the hell! Don't yell, my parents are here! Just leave!" Mich shouted, holding back her voice.

I saw Anna and Grace move away from Jeremy. Jeremy stormed off, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh my God! Good thing we didn't go with them." Anna and Grace exchanged glances.

I also noticed how strange Jeremy and James were acting earlier. They were laughing for no reason, but I never considered that they might be on drugs. I'm glad I didn't go with them, who knows what could've happened to me.

Mich walked us out of her house, but that was as far as she could go since she wasn't allowed to leave the subdivision.

"Be careful, Kanari, Grace, Anna," she said, looking at each of us.

"Yeah, thanks!" I smiled and responded.

The three of us walked off, and once we were out of the subdivision, we each went our separate ways. As I walked, I noticed a black car following me from behind.

I wasn't worried at first since it was just on the highway, and maybe it was a coincidence. I continued walking until I turned a corner where there were no more cars.

I took out my phone and checked the time-it was already past midnight, no wonder there weren't many people on the road.

Mom must be worried about me by now since I haven't come home yet.

I glanced behind me when I noticed the headlights from a car. The black car that had been following me earlier was still behind me.

That's when I started to get nervous. I quickened my pace, praying, remembering what my mom had told me earlier.

"Come home early, okay, Kanari?"

Our group study had finished by six, but I stayed out much later than I should have. I should have gone home right away, not gotten involved with them.

A chill ran through my body when I heard a car door slam open. I wanted to turn around and run, but it felt like my body had gone numb, and I couldn't move.

Then, something soft was pressed against my nose, and that's when everything went black.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

I woke up hearing loud moaning from a woman somewhere. Even though I was dizzy, I tried to open my eyes.

I was staring at a white ceiling, and I felt the cold air around me. I tried to sit up and hugged myself. I felt my skin, and then I looked down at my body.

I wasn't wearing my clothes from earlier. Instead, I was wrapped in a thin green cloth.

What happened? Where am I? I asked myself. I looked around and saw a large screen where a sex video was playing.

The woman in the video was lying on her stomach, naked, while the man, whose face was hidden, kept moving behind her.

My skin crawled when I heard an eerie, devilish laugh, followed by the woman's sobs.

Am I dreaming? Am I drunk? Is this... a nightmare?

I took a deep breath and reached for the blanket beside me, wrapping it around my body. I squeezed my eyes shut until I opened them again, startled by a voice.

"Happy three months, Cinderella. Do you have a wish?"

The man in the video laughed like a demon while the woman continued to cry. She was kneeling on the bed, while the man stood, spinning a gun around his finger.

What is this? Is this a movie?

The man in the video wore a black robe, and the woman was completely naked. Am I in hell?

"No! No, please don't kill me. I don't want to die! Let me go!" The woman cried out. I didn't realize that tears were streaming down my face.

"That's sad."

"Please, let me live."

"But you have to. You have to die, my Cinderella..."

His voice was terrifying, especially when he laughed.

"If that's the case, then let me live, even if it's just here. Let me live," she begged, hugging his waist.

"Why, Don't you see, my Cinderella, You're in hell. So why would you still want to live? If you're going to die today, it won't be so painful. Right?"

The man stroked her hair.

"Let me stay, please. Let me live." She cried, begging.

"Give me a valid reason," the man said, cupping her face.

"You are so beautiful as f*ck. I don't want to hurt you anymore, so I've decided to kill you. That way, you won't hurt anymore. Right? Ha."

"No! Because I am in love with you!"

"I want to live to be with you. Please!" The woman stood up and hugged the man tightly.

The man clapped and laughed again, his laugh sounding like a demon's.

"Very good, Rochell! I'm impressed! You're an actress, very good!" He clapped.

"No! I'm not acting, I-I love you. I'm in love with you!"

"You're in love with me? Then you really need to die."

I screamed loudly as the man shot the woman in the head.

Her blood spilled onto the floor, and her body fell limp. The man who killed her laughed like a demon, wiping the blood from his cheek.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

A familiar voice asked. It was the same voice I had heard in the video.

I quickly searched for the source of the voice and saw a man standing, leaning against the balcony railing. I hadn't noticed him earlier.

"Who are you? Let me go! Who are you?" I screamed, still crying.

"Shh! Don't shout, my little Tinker Bell. You might wake them up. They're sleeping."

He walked toward me, but I couldn't see his face because of the darkness.

"Don't disturb them, keep quiet."

Who would I wake up?

"Help! Help! Can anyone hear me? Help me!" I heard a shout from the next room.

"See, you woke her up. I'll kill her soon. She's too loud."

So, I'm not the only one here.

"Who is that? Why is someone shouting?" I asked, scooting back as he sat beside me.

He didn't answer.

"I'll tell you a sad story, my favorite fairy is Tinker Bell."

I didn't respond, just kept crying.

"Don't cry! Ask me, why," he said, as he pulled out a gun, making me fear for my life.

"W-why?"

"She's so cute, I really want to fuck her, but sadly my dick doesn't fit in her. That's sad, right?"

I couldn't believe what he was saying.

He laughed and walked to a drawer, pulling out a green dress.

"Look! It's pretty, right? You want this?"

"I'll give it to you. I think it suits you, wanna try?"

I shook my head. I couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Shit, you're heartless. You make me sad, look, I'm crying." He pointed to his eyes.

He grabbed my chin and lifted my face, but I still couldn't see his face.

"You're lucky, my Tinker Bell." He stroked my lips. "Ask."

Out of fear, I obeyed him.

"Why?"

"Because I won't kill you. I won't hurt you. You're really lucky, you know that?"

He said, kissing me on the lips. I wish he'd just kill me. I wish he had just killed me.

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"Help! Help! Somebody, please help me!" a woman screamed desperately from outside the room. I turned around.

It wasn't just one scream-another followed, then another, each from a different voice. How many of us are here?

The man cursed under his breath as he stared at the door.

"F*ck."

He sighed heavily, then stood up and looked at me.

"They're so damn annoying. Should I kill them? What do you think, my little Tinker Bell?" He tilted my chin up.

But it was so dark, I couldn't see his face. I just shook my head, crying. I was terrified-my heart was pounding.

"Let go of me!" I pleaded, pressing my palms together and dropping to my knees.

"I hear that line every day. Try something new," he said, placing one leg on the bed and stroking my cheek. I sobbed harder.

I was paralyzed with fear, especially with the thought that he might be the same man from that video-the one who killed the woman he had been with.

What if he kills me too? No! That can't happen-I need to get back to Mom. She must be worried sick.

"Mom is waiting for me," I whispered through sobs. "She's probably so scared right now. Please... let me go."

I couldn't stop crying. My chest tightened so much it felt like I couldn't breathe.

He didn't say anything for a while-until I felt his warm, rough hand slide from my stomach toward my chest.

I recoiled instantly, wrapping myself tightly in the blanket, shaking my head over and over.

Then I heard it-his laugh. Quiet, cold. His voice alone was terrifying.

"Give me your mom's number."

"I'll tell her to buy a new daughter to replace you, so she won't be sad anymore."

He laughed like a madman. Was he losing his mind? He really thought it was that simple?

"Your boobs are too small."

I didn't respond I just kept crying. How can he be so cruel? What's wrong with him?

"Help me! Please, someone help me!"

Another scream came from behind the door, followed by another. Again and again. It sounded like screams straight from hell. Am I... am I really in hell?

"It's not hell. Not yet," he said.

I turned to him in shock.

He stepped away from the bed and walked toward the door. I felt a brief wave of relief.

The only light in the room came from the moon outside the window.

"I'll just shut them up. I'll be back. Breathe a little," he said, closing the door behind him.

At that exact moment, the lights flicked on.

The whole room lit up. Everything was red the curtains, the bed, the sofa, the blankets, the pillows.

I looked down at myself. I was only wearing green underwear. His words came back to me-Tinker Bell. That's what she wore, wasn't it?

I stood up and walked toward the terrace, but the door suddenly slammed shut. I turned to the window. It closed too.

I broke down again, crying. Why is this happening to me? How do I escape this nightmare?

I sat in the corner, crying for what felt like an hour. I wrapped the red comforter tightly around me. I wasn't used to wearing something like this. I felt exposed. Small.

Then I heard her scream again-the same woman from earlier. Her screams now came with strange, choking sounds. She was crying, but it sounded like she was being hurt... and someone was enjoying it.

What are they doing to her?

Suddenly, my mom flashed through my mind. I'm sure she's out there looking for me. I'm sure she's waiting for me to come home. I'm sure she's crying-terrified.

If only I had gone home earlier. If only I had.

I hugged myself.

"You're still crying."

I turned to see where the voice had come from.

The man entered without any clothing, his private parts fully exposed, making my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I immediately looked away and focused only on his face. He was tall and broad, his body covered in tattoos on his neck, arms, sides, and even his back.

Is he the man from earlier?

At first glance, he doesn't look like a criminal, but whenever I remember what he did to me and to the other women here I feel terrified. To me, he's a demon. A monster.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, sitting on the single sofa, staring at me.

"What do you want to eat, then? Fresh hotdog or cooked hotdog?"

He let out a soft laugh.

He still manages to joke.

I just kept staring at him, tears beginning to fill my eyes again.

"Hotdog with milk. That's delicious. Wanna try it?"

He laughed again and took a sip of wine from the glass he held.

I didn't respond. I was doing everything I could to avoid looking at his lower half. I was just about to turn my head when he spoke again.

"Eyes on me."

I heard the click of a gun being cocked, and I couldn't help but look at him.

"What do you want?!" I screamed. "What are you going to do to me? You have so many women here-why can't you just let me go?"

I broke down crying again.

He shook his head, as if he felt sorry for me.

"I don't like them. I only want you."

"Moan for me, Tinker Bell. Let me hear your voice," he commanded, letting out a mocking moan himself.

"Who are you?!" I demanded.

He didn't answer. Instead, he just repeated himself.

He's such a monster.

I shook my head as I knelt down again and clasped my hands together. No matter how many times I have to beg, I'll do it. I'll do anything to get out of this place.

"Please let me go. I won't go to the police. I won't say you took me and the other girls. I won't say you killed me just let me go!" I pleaded, but he only laughed.

"Stop. I really do want to let you go... but what about me? If you leave, I'll be sad."

"Just have mercy."

"I don't have mercy."

"Please, I'm still young. I want to give my mom a good life."

"Oh, darling. I like you so much, I'll do that for you. I'll fulfill your mom's dreams for you."

He lifted my chin.

"Tell me, what does your mom want?"

"I'm not lying to you!"

"I'm serious. Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Let me go."

"Do you think I'm stupid? No, my Tinker Bell. You think I'll let you go? I've been looking for you for a long time."

He said as he pointed the gun at me.

I screamed, thinking he was about to shoot me. I was terrified. Please, help me, I prayed silently.

"Stand up!" He shouted, making me even more angry, I didn't immediately stand up because of fear.

"Fuck! I said stand up." He shouted again. This time I stood up.

"Come here. Give me a lapdance." He commanded, the gun still pointed at me.

Did he say wouldn't hurt me? I walked closer to him and when I was in front of him, he lowered the gun to the side while looking at me with desire.

"You said you wouldn't hurt me!" My tears still continued to fall.

"It depends, if you will behave I won't hurt you. But if you're not. Well I'm sorry."

He replied, he held my hand and made me sit on his lap, I quickly moved away.

"W-what am I going to do?" I felt my face turn red seeing his manhood.

"Sit here." He looked at his lap. "And dance, dance." He kept looking at me.

I shook my head crying.

"I-I can't." I tried to move away.

I was surprised by his sudden pull on me so I sat on his lap. He grabbed my seat and centered it on his manhood.

My mouth dropped open. I felt the hard thing on my penis.

"D*mn! It feels good." He moaned weakly.

I closed my eyes because of embarrassment.

"My little virgin tinker bell is blushing, so cute."

He kissed my neck and his hands were on my waist. I felt like I was stiff because of the strange feeling.

"What's your name?" He started moving my hips. "Just move like this." He pointed at me.

"K-kanari Br-briseas." I replied in broken words. I had a hard time speaking because of what he was doing.

"What a beautiful name. I'm Xantheus." He said and grabbed me with a kiss while moving my hips.

He came closer to my ear.

"Dance, my tinker bell." He commanded while kissing me, down my neck.

Even though it was against my will, I followed his wishes. I slowly grinded while crying.

I had no idea about this. I didn't know what to do or how. I continued to cry and it got even louder.

I felt wetness below me, I didn't know why I was getting hot from the swinging I was doing. He moaned a few times.

His lips were fixed on my neck.

I continued to grind, my mouth just gaping every time his manhood hit me, which was even harder now.

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. My heart was beating so fast because of the nervousness and fear.

I stopped when he held my hand.

"Don't cover your face. Let me see your face." He said and lowered it.

Our eyes met. Desire, that's all I could see in his eyes as he looked at me.

I didn't answer and just closed my eyes. I could feel my tears dripping down my cheeks and down to my lips.

"Stop."

He ordered. I stopped and wiped my cheeks that were already wet from tears.

"Will you stop crying? Damn! You're damn annoying!" He said hoarsely.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His head was resting on the armrest of the sofa where we were sitting.

"I don't want it anymore... please send me home. I don't want it anymore! That's enough!" I begged. Even if I beg you again and again, I'll make you fight just in case he takes pity and listens to me.

"Here we go again." He said lazily, twirling his finger around my chest.

"Let's do it again and again. Aren't you tired yet?"

I violently removed his hand from my chest. I don't know where I got the courage to do that when my entire system was shaking with fear.

"I'm hungry, stand up."

I wasted no time and immediately stood up in front of him. I didn't want to be in the position we were in earlier so I stood up immediately.

He sat up straight and without saying anything tore off my underwear, which surprised me. My cheeks turned red at what he did. My hair stood up when he pressed a small kiss down my stomach.

"W-what are you doing? That's right, ple----" I couldn't finish what I was going to say when he slid his tongue all the way to my womanhood.

I screamed loudly because of the sudden insertion of his finger into me. It hurt so much that I felt like something inside me was being torn.

I closed my eyes and held on to his shoulder tightly.

"Ohh, right. I forgot you're a virgin."

I looked at him, my cheeks turned red when I saw him between my legs as he slid his fingers in and out.

I felt his lips on my womanhood. He continued to worship there until he suddenly stood up and grabbed me with a passionate kiss.

I could barely breathe from the way he kissed me. His hands were on the chair and he was also massaging and lifting it violently.

He stopped for a moment and looked at me.

"Are you ready to lose your virginity, my little virgin tinker bell?"

He picked me up. I clung tightly to his back and when we reached the bed, he put me down without saying anything. It was like he had thrown out the trash, he was such a monster!

He climbed on top of me. I screamed in pain when he suddenly inserted his manhood inside me. Without a word and without even slowing down.

I felt hot liquid come out of me. I almost writhed in pain.

I was pounding his chest.

"Pull it out." I said crying. "Please! Please it hurts! Ahh!" I screamed because he suddenly entered me until it was too tight.

"Hey, I wanted to pull it out but I can't, you're too tight."

"Please..."

"Relax a little bit."

"Ah! Damn! You're so fucking tight."

He started moving. And every move he made felt like I was dying of pain.

I begged him to stop over and over again but he didn't listen to me. His movements got faster and faster until I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

He claimed me several times this night. Over and over again, in different positions. I was so tired and my body ached but he still didn't stop.

Even though I tried to talk to him because I couldn't take it anymore and I was tired.

For the sixth time, he came out again. She fell on my chest while sweating profusely and panting.

I had lost all strength so I couldn't even cry. Until my body gave out.

"let's play."

I'm not playing!

"Love me and I'll let you go." He grinned.

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