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Prologue

Prologue

I don't know where to begin. With this gun barrel pointed at my head, I couldn't think of anything other than the imaginative entity in the name of whom half of the world is busy fucking each other, pardon, God. The simple formula that I devised has landed me here, in the courtesy of these government hired goons. Why does the government need to hire these mother fuckers to kill me? Because sometimes legal people too need to commit some illegal activities.

The world seemed upside down to me, took me a moment to realise that I was hanging through the ceiling, drugs are bad.

"Say something before I empty this revolver into your fucking head, motherfucka!" one of them yelled like a redneck having a circumcision.

I felt like batman for a moment if only I had that much money, but there still were a lot of differences, I was about to die, batman wouldn't. It was dysfunctional steel factory in the outskirts of the main city. The pungent smell of gore was hard to stand. They forced cocaine on me and It was doing a great job, another snort and after some initial retaliation, I wanted more.

Another look around confirmed that kill machines were used for execution and torture. For example, the lathe machine had a dildo instead of blades because the grinding machine had them, the forge smelled of fat, from the healthy men who seared inside it.

Our professor once told us about the dire consequences of misplacing the tools, I was about to witness one.

I was making my calculations on the chances of my survival when this burly guy with a shaved head approached me. I horrifically saw all my chances trickling down to Zero. Fuck. He had a meat cleaver in his hands, a big one.

"Say something or I chop your fingers off, one by one for each time you deny to cooperate."

I took a brief look around, there were all those types of goons you could find in a Clint Eastwood movie. But it wasn't a movie. These were government hired mercenaries. They were trained to kill. I was a fragile piece of pale flesh and weak bones. I was trained to study engines and machines.

"Watcha looking at li'l boy. Huh?" He was standing right in front of me as I stared at his sea blue eys. His breathe smelled foul, it was repugnant.

"You know last time I killed a man... he was someone from the capital. All burly and with a lot of pride." He clasped his hands into fists as he continued. "I thought he had big balls. So I started with his balls." He stressed 'balls' and I felt like dropping mine off somewhere. I didn't want to lose them, I loved them, my only two true friends in the world. Everyone behind me was laughing at this point. "All his manliness boy..." He paused only to return even more furiously." It was dangling between my thumb and my index finger. Poor guy died due to blood loss."

"Show him the blood faheem." One of the gunners chuckled.

"Yeah show him the blood!" all of them joined the call.

"Yeah... You want to see some blood? Huh?" he pulled my hair and forced me to look down, just below my head. "It's fresh, just a day old kid."

The sweat blurred my vision but one thing I could easily see was a layer of blood that dried while draining down the pit.

"It was fun listening to him scream." Faheem whispered in my ear. "But you are a lucky motherfucker..." He breathed. "Red wants to kill you and he wants you in one piece. You are his bitch buddy. And it's going to be worse."

I closed my eyes once again. If I would have been asked to give an advice to anyone at this point, I would have said "Online Dating is losers' game." I was here because of this Mexican bitch I loved, or rather, because I wanted to fuck her. I loved cocaine, I loved sex, and I was a genius. I was my dad's pride, my mom's prized possession, my friends envied me, my teacher exemplified me... I was an object. All of it started a month ago when I first met her on this Stranger chat site.