I enter Pakistan,trying to make sense of how I have ended up here.I'm a foreigner.If you think I have no records of being in Afghanistan that's nothing compared to this.They will kill me or the cops will lock me up.I have no rights in this country , I don't even know the law of this country I don't have a foot to stand on. I can barely stand on feet. There is no escape , here are only more of them-everywhere. They hand out clothing and divide us into several groups.We each get a "leader" more like "personal hitman" escorting us to public bathrooms. "5 minutes." We scatter around like ants. I reek like urine . I open the shower just to find it ice old.But I don't mind it after eight days of walking in the hot weather ,no shades to be found -this is nice.I don't have soap, I rinse out my mouth trough out the whole time showering.I rinse my face rubbing both my palms against it. I sit down on the tiles of the shower, untie my hair and let it fall down on my shoulders.Just letting the water flow done over my head and over my body like a waterfall and I'm the rock.I scrub the harden blood off my arms with my nails. "Two minutes." I bend my knees towards my body and fold my arms around my knees, burying my head in my knees,letting the water drip down.Counting each drop that drips down.My toes crawl into my feet as I start to get cold.I decide to stand up and get dress.The clothing they gave us ,are light brown cloths , that covers everything except our eyes.They are hiding our identities ,making it harder for people to find us if my chance they declared us missing. I take my hair ,turning it into a small bun and pushing the last pins underneath so that the bun doesn't fall out , lastly I cover my face ,feeling like a living ghost. "Times up!" We hurrle to get out and get in line ,like primary school children. He walks past each bathroom door ,searching for someone that might take chances to escape.He takes the tip of his sniper to open the doors .He stops at bathroom number six.Turning his head.Silince...spattered blood dripping off. Everyone gasp and turns away ,looking at their feet,the roof,the ground , anywhere that isn't looking at door six or at the killer,that we can't identify because their fully cloth in black.
He walks out of the door not looking at one of us ,just straight as if he didn't kill someone.We play follow the leader. As we walk trough the town , heating up from inside.The town consist out of material ,stick tents ,broken buildings ,bricks laying everywhere ,some areas over flows with water. The whole city is polluted.The people have dark skin ,also cloths on,colorful but dirty, their heads wasn't covered like ours , scarves are wrap around the woman's heads and necks , not their faces ,you can see their long ,black silk hair.They have long eyelashes with dark eyes.
As we walk towards the seaport I look around ,I lift my hand ,pull my thumb in,showing four.Opening and closing my four fingers over my thumb. Indicating 'help me' in sign language. The people just watches me with a puzzled faces. Didn't their parents teach them basic hand signs if by chance they get kidnap.In their defense you never think someone will kidnap you as an adult nor your child ,because basic people are not monsters.
"Don't you dare let her enter that ship."
I look up ,trying to search for the voice.I gun tip points at my head and I turn my head back in front of me. "You fucking bring her to be before I blow up your head." I hear how the man switch the gun out of save mode."Shut the fuck up,you're going to get me killed.Don't shoot,I'm getting on the ship." I pull my hands up in a surrenderer motion. "You fucking shoot her and I'll cut your penis off with a saw." The shit ass who is holding the gun against my head ,jerk my arm and push me and dragging me to the voice.
"Bro! Didn't your mother teach you any manners." His hands meet my face ,slapping me. "She should've fucking swallowed you when she got the chance." He slaps me again ,this time my glasses falls off and thé baster steps on it with so much range that it leads me to spit him in the face.We come to a stop before a man and his bodyguards that surrounds him. "Get your hands off her." "Ya you little dipshit get your hands off me!" The man sitting gives a smirk ,I can barely see him without my glasses, I can make out he has blond hair ,young, his wearing a black suit and he has a tattoo on his hands ,but it blurr's too much I can't make out what it is. The man leaves my arm and I pluck the cloth around my head off,I have an identity and I want to be found.
"Since when don't you follow out instructions?" "Since I don't work for you anymore."
"Ben,my guy,you know how it works.You'll always be my little puppet.When you're in the gang ,there's no way out.You can work for Dravo , but you're always be mine. You know how it works , swearing the blood oath is a simple process; the person who wishes to swear themselves to another must drink their blood after swearing to serve them."
What the fuck did I just walk into.I think I'll be better of dead right now.I got punished enough now. One of the bodyguards lifts up his arm with a gun in his hand and shoots Ben in the penis. "If you don't listen ,you have to feel." the blond oak says. I'm standing here gasping for air ,blinking ,looking at Ben bleeding out down there and the blond oak.
What is this man going to do with me? You think I can make a run for it? I don't want to get shot in the spine ,that shit looks painful.My legs feels in anyway so numb. Four...three...two...one,and then it went dark.
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