Karan found himself in a grim chamber, its walls were coated with dampness and decay.
Flickering lightbulbs casted eerie shadows, revealing the rusted iron bars that confined him. The single narrow window, barred and smeared with grime, offered a glimpse of the moon—a cruel reminder of freedom beyond reach.
The silence was broken by the distant echoes of footsteps.
"They're going to torture me aren't they.." he thought to himself.
4 goons opened the iron door. They were much more taller and muscular than him.
"Let Saheb come first" One of them spoke out.
"Why would he come to visit him? I think he is already eating dinner"
"Well, we have to wait for his orders"
"What do you expect he would order? Take care of this fucker?" Three of the goons burst into ugly laughter.
"He challenged him! Such a stupid boy!"
"He would probably call and order us to torture him like others"
"The kind of torture....that depends on us right?" A creepy smile formed on their faces.
Suddenly there was an uncanny shift of emotions.
Their eyes lingered on Karan, tracing the contours of his body with unsettling intensity. They leaned towards the cage, the only thing separating him from them.
Their breaths were heavy with menace. Fingers tapped rhythmically against the cage—an impatient anticipation. Their laughter, low and suggestive, echoed off the damp walls, promising unspeakable things.
Karan's skin prickled. His senses were on high alert.
Their body language: hunger, entitlement, and a twisted desire made his stomach churn.
Before the goons could enter the cage, the main door was opened.
"Saheb?!" Panicked, the 4 of them lowered their head.
"Why are you screaming?" Abhimanyu raised his voice in anguish.
Just hearing his voice Karan felt a sense of relief, his eyes blinked rapidly.
This was the only chance to save himself.
"Abhimanyu.." He called out in a raspy voice.
"How dare you call out his name from your filthy mouth!"
One of the goons shouted opening the cage door.
"Chote Saheb.. let us teach this fucker a lesson! How filthy his mouth is-"
A gunshot echoed along with the horrifying scream.
Karan flinched as the bullet struck against the metal rod, his breathing had become rapid, and his heart pounded against his ribcage.
The main kneeled, holding his bloody hand with the other, his voice faded from the immense pain.
The bullet had impaled through his hand causing the blood to splatter across the metal rods.
"I don't remember giving you permission to speak"
Abhimanyu taunted.
"Throw him out"
"Ji Saheb" frightened, others took the wounded man outside.
Speechless and still in shock, Karan didn't realize someone had already entered the cage.
Abhimanyu turned Karan's face towards him by grabbing his cheeks. He placed the gun beneath his chin to make him look up.
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Song Of The Scorpions
Ficção Adolescente♤ A son who is just like his father, except that he really likes a boy.
