A painful birth to deception

Chapter 8: Last breathe of freedom

They drove for a few miles until settling the car at a garage opposite a daring warehouse. They ejected Jackson out of the bonnet after sedating him with a pierce through his left arm using a sharp needle to put him into deep sleep,so much that all his memories would be wiped off his head. Or atleast some of them. They dragged him into the warehouse and tied him to an electric powered stool. Surprisingly the warehouse was fully packed with different men performing their duties in regard to the activities involved in their dealings and they employed their energy throughout the entire night.

Sunshine came up again, the sun revealed itself from hiding, alarming that it was morning already. Back in the warehouse Jackson slowly forced his eyes wide open and they felt heavier than usual. He took calculated glares within his surroundings and was flustered towards the idea of him being wrapped around an electric stool in a cramped space. It took a while before he recognized that he was kidnapped and so did it sink in. The state he had awakened to was nothing but incomprehensible.

A hollowed voice came piercing through his ears from behind and it was the "king of the warehouse" and the "master of the gang" Mr Slizmann. So they "called" him. He was there to exchange a deal with Jackson in return for his freedom. He pled with him to partake in a Class A drug delivery that was due a few days from then. When Jackson rejected his plea, it angered him and fury built itself in every tip of his palm as he resulted to laying a steaming punch on the side of the teenager's right jaw. He did that continuously until he came to realize that Jackson was just not ready to budge. Mr Slizmann intensified the torture by electrifying Jackson on the stool and causing extreme damage to him. He kept on refusing and Mr Slizmann went even further with the brutality upon him. Jackson resulted in enduring a brutal bodily harm.

Two long hours went by and Jackson needed some liquid to wet his throat and to quench his thirst as well but because of his lack of cooperation he was deprived a bottle of cool stillwater until he ceased refusing the delivery deal. It took him five days to accept the offer after long nights and mornings of torture, brutality and a lack of food. The man in which his mercy laid upon freed him after he accepted his offer. Jackson washed himself and hydrated his almost dying body. In preparation for the delivery he was handed over all the necessary equipment, merchandise as well as the location to make a drop. What he didn't know was that he was being put to the test to see if he was capable of handling situations that usually got out of hand.

The men in the gang planned on alerting the police about a drop off that was to be made that night without giving Jackson a heads up about what was going to happen. The men followed him down to the given location, St Peters Street, Alleyway, Georgia to ensure that he ceased the idea of escaping from running wild in his mind.

Unknown to Jackson, the police were already waiting at the given location for the supposed delivery to be made but anyway he had to follow instructions to avoid being killed. When he arrived, he actually arrived to nothing. The place was empty and a cold breeze dominated the night air. After a few minutes of searching the area he stopped to call Mr Slizmann to give him an update on what was going on. Before he could proceed, a bunch of men dressed in black clothing with guns rested in the palms came out of the bushes where they had long been in hiding.

Jackson failed to move a muscle. It was as if the cold breeze had frozen him into ice resisting to melt. They thoroughly searched him and found the drugs which were meant to be delivered. They had no choice but impound them. With his hands raised high to the unreachable sky, they closed in on him and one of the policemen reached to the back of his pocket, he pulled out a chain of handcuffs and gently locked them around the wrists of Jackson Winston.
The only thing that ran his mind were the words "Mr Jackson Winston, you are under arrest for being in possession of illegal drugs and being a detriment to the environment. You have the right to remain silent or whatever it is that you say may be used against you in the court of law." Those were the words of the head detective of the Georgia Police Academy, Mr Samuel Jones.

Jackson was gently moved to the police van and was loaded at the back bonnet. As the wheels of the vehicle threaded on the road, he tried to pierce an eye through a small space on the window, glazing at the outside world once more before being sent to prison. He could feel that he was definitely going to prison. It was unfortunate that he couldn't sniff at the delightful fragrance of freedom as the windows were shut closed, depriving the cool breeze from entering the dark bonnet of the police van. The men who had followed him to the designated location watched in grave disappointment as the van disappeared down a dark alley not far from where they were parked.

Could this be the end of the road for the teenager, Jackson Winston?

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