AMNIJA

24. ✐FRACTURE✔️

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The room smelled like bleach and sweat. Cold. Like the kind of place where men beg for life and still don't get it.

I had on my balaclava. His alarms already disconnected. Silence pressed in—thick, heavy—but not heavier than the rage bubbling in my veins.

King knew.

His mouth wasn't taped anymore. But still, not one sound came out. No pleading. No lie. No threat.

Good.

That meant fear was doing its job.

Donavan never wanted to talk at first. He thought being loyal to King would save him. So I turned his living room into a warzone. Broke each finger one by one. Watched the piss run down his leg when the nerves kicked in.

He talked eventually.

Actually him sing him boss location like a canary.

And now I'm here. Standing over the same man who used to call himself a doctor. Xamiki. The same man who injected me in the name of "therapy." The same battybwoy who played God with my body and memory. Who violated me when I was too drugged to fight back.

The same coward who turned my life into a lab test.

I sharpened the machete slow—deliberate. Let the sound ring out like death teasing him.

He watched.

I made him watch.

Let him soak in the reflection of the blade. Let him see his end before it came.

"You see this?" My voice came out level. Almost calm. "Even Buju, weh hate yuh, a guh vex wid me when me done wid yuh."

Likkle sprat.

Buju was his bigger brother. They hated each other. When he started abusing me at GP, Buju stepped in, and protected me.

Buju didn't know how far the abuse went though..