11-12-2019, 22:00:00
A fourth video of Mitra emerged on internet and became a sensation of sorts. It confused people, enraged some of them and triggered a debate that broke social media.
This video was of the girl who everyone had established to be dead. Watching her still tied and very much alive sparked a frenzy of speculation and theories of conspiracy.
What caused the theories of conspiracy and the subsequent debates of morality, hypocrisy and priorities was the confrontation between the two protagonists in the video that revealed a very dark secret regarding the girl everyone pitied. A secret that destroyed all the sympathy and good will she had built in the eyes of the public.
The video was in its usual format, focusing on the girl, while the kidnapper spoke in the background. Mitra looked determined, furious, strong, much like how she was in her previous video before she was allegedly killed. This time, however, she seemed a little frail, pale and had spots of blood on her clothes. She was holding a sharp glass shard in a threatening posture.
The video began with the kidnapper asking in a gruff voice, "Who are you planning to use that on?"
Mitra looked as cold and intimidating as she could as she said, "Depends on your actions. The moment you try to approach me in any way, I am going to plunge this into your heart. And if at any point I feel myself at stake, losing my consciousness or being overpowered in any way, you will watch this glass pierce through my neck. I won't hesitate in shedding blood, of either of us."
She was meaning what she said. The way she grabbed the glass piece was cathartically powerful to the viewers, and so was the way she looked at her opponent.
The voice of her captor then questioned heavily, "You will kill yourself?"
"Without a doubt," she answered stiffly.
"You can kill me?" the voice questioned again.
"I most definitely would," she answered, the corners of her mouth rising a bit in a quiet power.
"Yes, you can be quite heartless, I know." This time the voice of the culprit was sarcastic, leading, as if he was going to break something. He asked again, "Are you trying to dig your way out through the wall?"
There wasn't anything visible in the video frame to suggest a breakage in a wall anywhere in the video, but the spots of blood on Mitra's clothes suggested a failed attempt of breaking out of her prison.
"I would suggest you not to pay any attention," she recommended very icily, like a warning.
And in a moment's time, she raised her hand and pointed the glass shard to her throat, about to pierce her own neck with the weapon, with a warning snarling from her tightened mouth, "Don't you dare."
All was still for a few seconds, while Mitra heaved angrily, her hand poised dangerously near her neck, to hurt herself.
The culprit then spoke coldly, "I can just fix the window later." A pause later he added, "Don't think of escaping from here Mitra. It would all be a futile attempt. You will only end up hurting your hands, hurting yourself, like today. You will leave this place only when I let you. Or when you decide to accept me."
Mitra tilted her head just a tiny bit in inquisitiveness as she questioned, "Accept you as what?"
"You know as what," the voice was calm.
Mitra's eyes shook, and so did her voice as she said, "I don't. I don't know who you really are, nothing about you. So, there's no way I would know anything about what is going through that wasted brain of yours."
"Accept me as a part of your life, in any way you want," the voice was chilling this time.
Anger, despair, defensiveness and hostility were all visible on Mitra's face as she screamed, "You are a fool! You tie me up here, almost murder me and want to be a part of my life? How exactly, in what way ever, do you think I would let a psychopath like you anywhere near me? I would rather die than have you involved in my life in anyway."
"It's a pity you don't remember me," his voice came with an uncomfortably less intensity.
Mitra opened and closed her mouth, unable to say anything, looking like she wanted to hit her captor horribly. She iterated, her face contorting with helplessness, "Believe me, the thing I most wondered to myself all this time was why am I in this situation, and in turn, why are you doing this to me, and by association, how in the whole world you are connected to me. You are not one of my classmates from school or college, no one I am acquainted within my social circles, not anyone I've interacted anywhere with an impact enough for me to remember you."
"Not created an impact in our interactions?" the man asked. There was an edge of fury in his tone.
"Not for me." Mitra was sure, decisive.
"We met twenty years ago Mitra," the man informed her.
Mitra looked visibly shocked. She cried, "When I was six?"
To any onlooker, it would seem so twisted.
Mitra should have sensed the darkness of the circumstance, for she said, "Okay, you can be certified crazy. I barely remember things from ten years back. How can you expect me to remember something from times immemorial, from when I was a barely six years old child? You think I have an eidetic memory, or I am a prodigy of some sort? Sorry, but I am not. So, if this is some sort of a perverted pedophilic obsession of yours, you should wake up."
The culprit's voice came in a cold tone, "You have such a low opinion of me Mitra."
Mitra's gaze turned even more icy as she declared, "Fruits of your own actions."
"What about the actions of yours?" the voice questioned her strongly.
"Which ones?" Mitra looked confused.
He answered, his words coming fast and sharp, "You were friendly with me on your own terms. I never asked you to be good to me. You were the one who spoke to me first, made friends with me and then ignored me. What was I to you? A disposable random person who entertained you for a short while?"
Mitra seemed to be collecting herself as much as she could as she tried to work through what she was listening.
Her incapacity was visible as she said, "Listen Sashi, I have very, very few friends. Barely more than two good ones. If I make such a deep friendship, as what you are mentioning, with anyone at all, I am pretty sure I would remember them. Yet, I have not even the slightest recollection of being acquainted with you before you kidnapped me. Unless you count the time I witnessed you kidnapping another woman whom you have so horribly murdered."
"In that case you have such poor memory Mitra," the man proclaimed.