Vinoth stormed into his room slamming the door behind him. Even though his eyes were heavy with sleep and his vision blurry, he forced himself towards the bathroom. His head was heavy with a pounding headache, a result of the mix of emotions that ran through his head. Entering the bathroom, he punched the switches on, illuminating the space brightly. Walking further, he came to stand in front of the life-size mirror, only to freeze in place.
He didn't resemble the guy he remembered he was once. In place, was a cruel, despicable bastard who had committed the most barbaric acts in the world.
Rape.
That one world shook his entire existence.
His late father's face flashed in front of his eyes. What would he think of him today?
He must be disgusted by him. Even though he hated the wor
