The room was dark with two candles on right and left with windows open. The moonlight was visible. It felt as if the moon came to view the moment which was about to happen.
"Age?"
"Who the hell are you people... untie me NOW. You will have to face the consequences of your actions. I was the Mayor of this town. The system still works for me. If they got to know ARGHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHH" screams a man who is tied to a chair as the man next to him pulls out a nail from his toe.
"Age" the person sitting before him on a antique cushioned chair with the legs on another chair asked. The person kept the hands on one side of the face, eyebrows scrunched.
"Six...sixty seven"
"Hmmm . What's the difference J?"
"... Sixty one"
"... What do you think would be the perfect pain hours?"
"One hundred"
"... Good choice. Though I want to extend, but they are already on to us. You're really lucky Mr. Ex-Mayor. If I was to choose and I had a bit more time in my hand, you could've received something more beautiful and bloody. ... J,"
"Order"
" Number 7"
"NO... WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO. YOU WANT CASH? TELL ME THE ACCOUNT NUMBER. I'LL TRANSFER HOWEVER MUCH YOU ASK. I'LL FORGET YOU EVER KIDNAPPED ME. I WON'T OPEN MY MOUTH TO ANYONE REAGRDING THIS.... PLEASE!"
"On it" replied J and went into a room
"PLEASEEEE... NOOO"
The man brought a nail gun and gave it in the hands of the person seated on a wooden chair.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU? THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER SEEN YOUR FACE."
"Mr. Trash, I believe in one simple rule. One must live a life, without hurting another human physically or mentally. And according to me there is no sin greater than hurting an innocent. And you, Mr. Trash, succeeded in doing every one of those things. I also don't believe in hell and heaven. Hence, I create a hell by myself. Your crime is destroying a flower bud. Does it ring a bell, Mr. Trash?" asked the person, tilting the head.
"Please.... Whatever I did, I won't do it again. Please leave me..." replied the man held captive.
"Hmm... then what about the things you have already done?"
"Forgive me.... Please forgive me..."
"My forgiveness comes at a high price Mr. Trash. Will that be okay?"
"Yes... YES. Anything. Name it."
"Hmm. Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Believe me... close your eyes Mr. Trash"
...
"ARGHHHHHHHHHH Argh Argh ARGHHHH AHHHHHHH..."
THE PERSON TOOK THE GUN AND SHOT THE EYES OF THE MAN WITH A NAIL. IT PIERECED TWO CENTIMETERS ON TO THE EYE
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH AH AH AHHHHHHHH"
THE PERSON PULLED OUT THE TOUNGE AND PUT A NAIL ON IT
"MMMMMM MMMM HAHH MMM ARghhhhhh"
"Don't blame me. I already gave a heads up. My forgiveness comes at a high price.
Now... PAY THE PRICE!"
"Ahh... arghhhh...... mmfff"
"See. I don't get any joy from your stupid screams. Well there are some who like that but not me. I am ... Poena. Ever heard? I don't expect an vile living thing like you to know the meaning. How about a story to ease your pain... mm? That way I won't be concentrating on your sinister voice.
There was once a small beautiful girl named Kathy. A beautiful, innocent girl. Her parents were full time employees. Hence they could hardly find time to spend with their girl. They obviously loved her. Cared for her. But forgot to show it. She was still small, so all she wanted was a bit of love and affection from her parents. She wanted them to look at her and play with her. You know, in this time period I find something very common among parents. They birth a baby. They feed the baby. They school the baby. And forget to "live" with the baby. They think by working all day they could provide a comfortable life for their kid, but often miss a important fact that... more than economy, love is what that children yearn for.
You know, after reading that kid's file I keep on thinking, what that kid must've been thinking all those days...
Ahhh... I guess we are getting away from the main plot.
So, this Kathy often used to hang out in her house's front yard. And one fine day, her dad brought the Ex- Mayor of the town to discuss about the coming elections.
So. Question time. Who is that person?... mm? Answer me Mr. fleabag"
"mmmm... "
"Wrong answer. Oh I forgot to mention. wrong answer has chastisement!"
"Mmmmm... mmmm", the mayor tried to shake his head and tried to mutter words. But, he couldn't.
"You can shake your head all you want, but rules are rules. Now... what shall we do?
Fine. You can have it after this session. I can add your penalties from one by one by then", the person who was sitting on the wooden chair took a stick and made a sound twice. The man who gave the nail gun came near and bend his head.
" Heat the 10mm rod till the session finishes. We have to serve the Mayor for his deeds", after hearing this the man went away.
" So... lets hear the rest of the story.
Kathy was playing on her front yard. And the Ex- mayor caught a glimpse of this Baby, who was playing with her dog.
What do you think that Ex- mayor did after this, Mr. Trash?"
-TO BE CONTINUED
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Mystery / ThrillerI can't stand the idea of you with another man. I never thought I will be jealous of another man. But every time I go on date with you and find those lecherous men staring at you, I get this urge to walk to them and bend to their ear and whisper how...
