บท 4: His Threats

Shahzad looked at the family with fury in his eyes. It was time to punish the people in the room. Seeing as his girl was unconscious, he set one more protective layer around her before focusing all his energy to the furry and rage he was feeling.

His eyes appeared deep, dark and black as coal. The once bright room started getting darker with each second that passed by. The people in the room looked up with horror written all over their faces.

The once handsome man now had demonic features. His long coal black hair added to his scary look. His eyes turned blood red as his nails sharpened .His once fairy handsome face distorted to form one of the ugliest faces on earth.

Soon the Zamarad's family were prisoners to the man's wicked schemes as they were forced to live through a nightmare. The man or rather the monster moved closer to the father first and stared deeply into his eyes. The more he stared, the more his eyes bled out. This in itself was a sight not many could withstand but they were forced by an invincible force to stare back into the bleeding pool of red.

He moved around the room staring directly into each of their eyes. Mustafa could see blood everywhere in front of him. He loved and cherished his family except his last borne daughter .This was because of the seer's words after Zamarad was borne.

The woman had foreseen how much destruction Zamarad's birth would bring to Mustafa's family. The girl was born with the mark of the devil. Her back was lined in stars that surrounded a deep Red Crescent moon that laid between her buttock dimples.

What he was seeing right now felt like a never ending nightmare as he momentarily got lost in the pain that came with the grotesque scenes. He could see his wife being cut by knives in her sleep. Invincible knives that left no marks but left lingering pain behind. He watched her lose her mind to the invincible beings toying with her body.

On the other side, he watched his daughters cutting their veins with sharp blades. Blood would flaw out of their wounds until they breathed their last and then they would awaken again. The process continued all over again anew.

His son was tied to a pole and the invincible beings defiled and played with his body as they saw fit. They would exhaust him until he could no longer stay awake. The moment his eyes closes, they would start the torture a fresh and continue again until; he breathed his last. He would then be resurrected from the dead and the process starts all over again.

Mustafa cried for the nightmare to end. It was an illusion but he didn't know whether he was in a dream or living through a reality. He could feel his whipped body being fed on by wild rats. His intestines hung out of his open stomach and he watched as the rest of his organs spilled out of his body.

He could feel his organs being consumed one at a time until he was no more and the process repeated again and again. Each and every member of his family was going through such an illusion.

The punisher watched on in amusement as his eyes bled red and his lips parted showcasing sharp white teeth. "This is just a little taste of the kind of torture that awaits anyone of you who would touch my woman again.

Be warned! She is not to be harmed nor abused either physically or psychological. Do not forget! I am a being that can move freely and have eyes and eyes in where your naked eyes could see. Remember who she belongs to. Do not make her feel any slight did comfort or what awaits you will be worse than what you are seeing."

The eerie voice rung in their heads as the man started to transform back to his original features. His red pool turned back to a dull golden color as his face took back its original beautiful form. The darkness in the room disappeared as light penetrated the area as if nothing happened.

The residents of the castle slowly opened their eyes and came back to reality. The father whose face was wet from the tears he had shed looked around the room wearily. His eyes moved from one corner to another to make sure that everyone was intact.

Finally, his gaze after a long struggle with his mind turned to look at his body. He could swear that he still felt his organs on the floor but his body was the way it had been before living through that nightmare.

His throat felt uncomfortably coarse from all the screams he had been doing in his unconscious state. If Zamarad would have been awake to witness her father's sorry state, she would have laughed her heart out. Such a pity, she couldn't witness the grand reaction to his minor illusions.

Shahzad's eyes moved to the only other guy in the room. Khalid has peed his pants and was laid curled up on the floor. Though the illusion was over, he was still in his mind reliving those very painful memories. The devil smirked. That serves you right for failing as a brother, he thought.

His gaze moved towards the mother who had never being a real mother to his girl. Such a pity. If she was not his baby's mother, he would have skinned her alive and fed her to his pets. Rumi's state was no different from her mother's. They were both in a daze.

His gaze shifted ones more and fell on Ramlah. The person that had hurt Zamarad the most. He squatted down and lifted her trembling chin. She tried to avoid his gaze but it was of no use as the man's powers knew no bound. Ramlah had a sharp voice in head.

"No matter how hard you try, you can never be her. She beats you in everything. You might have similar features but she will always suffice you in anything and everything. Do not forget. I task you with the duty to make her understand that you and your family sold her to me since the first day she was born.

Make her understand that she is mine and that she carries our baby. If anything goes wrong, then you won't like the consequences. Oh, and by the way, you turn this devil off!"

Shahzad let go of her chin and took one last lingering gaze at the unconscious woman. He reappeared in front of her, traced her lips with his fingers and disappeared from their view completely.