I Rebel

Despite her maximum effort to hide the despair she was in, tears rolled down as she explained Nirvanica everything. She vented out the horror that had happened to her. Her angst was breaking her from inside. Nirvanica clenched her hands in console, to remind her that it was not the end of the world. While her eyes reddened in fear, fear of living itself, Nirvanica’s eyes raged, raged in fiery red. Nirvanica picked the address card from her shaky hands. It was the address of a luxury Villa. She crumbled the card inside her boiling fists. She kicked back her swivel chair and strided towards the elevator with a grit. Punching with a staggering force on a button, the letters “iv” got knocked out from the word “Executive” that was embossed in golden letters in the elevator button. As the elevator was ascending , the music at the office party upstairs seeped into the metallic casket. It was the song “Runaway” by Bon Jovi.  The casket cracked open. The Phoenix bird hatched from it. Tucking back her sleeves behind her knees she rammed into his cabin. The man stood there petrified staring at the daring rebel. She marched towards the man taking calculated steps drawing energy for the lethal blow she was about to deliver. Tightening her leg calves, flexing the quads and hamstrings she swung her ankle into his pelvis like a lightning. If somebody had an X ray glass they could have seen how the man’s seminal vesicles got squashed like an Orange Pulp. The man faltered forward in pain. Like the return stroke of lightning she retracted her leg buried in his pelvis faster than she delivered it to him. As the man’s face was about to hit the floor, the brachialis of her right arm stressed and with a determined smile she leaned back and pounded his face with an elbow kick, her triceps shook in the shear force that got transferred. The man fell down. She stood up. Brushing her hair behind the ears she asked the man

“Am I fired?”

The man moaned in agony..

“I’ll take that as a yes”

The song echoed in the halls.
“Oh, she’s a little runaway
Daddy’s girl learned fast
All those things he couldn’t say
Ooh, she’s a little runaway”


  1. I like the detailed description you are providing, it definitely made me imagine the whole scene as if it was a movie! I wish we have more strong women like the hero of your story! Many don’t know when to rebel and it’s very important to do so and be free when we’re prisoners of abuse and humiliation!
    Good work and wish you the best of luck!

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