Time Heals

Dawk

November 2023

Warehouse

Blaxx's POV

Mi see man get torture before but this deh pon a different level shoota really sidung and mek the man dem a pull you the youth finger nail and toe nail one by one.

Man dawk

Like midnight

Then him ago tell the man she him a mek tuh much noise

*a madman*

Long time him stay suh still just nuh see the side yah a him in a long time, such man bring out the demon.

"Wake him up" shoots voice boomed thought out the room this was his fifth time passing out since we been here.

He jumped awake gasping for air as a bucket of water was thrown in his face.

"Need yuh fi stay a wake badman nuh ready fi yuh dead yet" shotta said to him by a slaps to the face.

He was handing from the ceiling by his neck with a stool under his foot so he wouldn't hang atleast not yet.

"Know wah mi hate more than anything inna life Sean?" Shoota posed the question waiting for an answer even though we all know Sean was in too much pain to give one "Mi hate man weh abuse women" he spoke soon after answering his own question.

"And wah mi hate even more that a rapist mi have a firm belief seh them fi heng" he slowly made circles around Sean, a knife in his hand that he pulled from his chest all the way to his back leaving a trail of blood

"Suh wah yuh she mi boss wah yuh think must happen tuh yuh" he stopped infront of him closing the circle before removing the knife from his skin

"Mi nah f*ck wid her again" Sean mumbled his head hung low and his body looking like it was about to give out at any moment.

"Mi cya hear yuh enuh yuh afi go speak up" shoots said even though we all heard him.

"Mi seh mi nah guh f*ck wid her again" he repeated this time projecting his voice so everyone in the room was sure to hear.

A sinister laugh came from shoota "man a tell mi dat like mi nuh know him cya f*ck wid mi ooman again" he turned to me and said.

I looked at his and shook my head.

Man a have a likkle too much fun wid this.

Shoota's POV

Using the same knife I stab him in his right shoulder before removing it and stabbing him in his left shoulder twisting it

He cried out in pain but not enough to make me satisfied

Nuh feel like him feel enough pain yet

Walking away from him I moved over to the table where all the weapons and torture devices were laid out looking at them I smiled

Too much to choose from

*Yah get away from yuh self member we nah guh back weh wi a come from*

Mi good man

Time fi mi wrap this up and guh look fi mi ooman anyways.

Deciding against using anything on the table I pulled my gun for my waist.

"Please nuh kill mi mi have mi mada fi tek care of and a youth pon the way" be begged when he saw me walking back to his gun in hand

Why when a man ago dead them always have somebody fi tek care of