VAGUE

CHAPTER 5 (PART 2)

CHAPTER 5

-PART TWO-

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-THE NIGHT BEFORE PENDELTON'S BODY FOUND-

-FLASHBACK-

"Do you fear death?"

The detective was a gangling man in his nineteen-year-old age. He wore a two-piece suit complete with a tie, all black. He was a pair of dark shades short of James Bond. He held a fountain pen, notepad on the table. He sat directly opposite him, staring at him blankly. Long flowing hair, emerald sort eyes that slightly slanted with brown irises. His rich black eyebrows arched a bit. A smile was plastered on his face; he didn't spare him the luxury of looking scared.

"Do you like my balls, detective?" referring to his sexuality and eagerness, "I can tell, you haven't taken your eyes off them since you came in!" he burst into a hysterical laughter, making the metal chair screech as it moved on the tiled floor. The man frowned. He folded his arms and shook his head.

"Darn you, Andrew!" He stood up and paced. "I know you think this some sort of game, but you are going to die if you didn't spill the truth, you know that?"

he laughed again, then looked up to him, his smile unwavering, "Dear detective, there's no need to get angry. You and I very well know I'll leave this place soon. No need to fuss."

"how can you be so sure?" the man clenched its fist as he tries to make his patience even longer.

The madman kept his hands on the desk, fingers drumming a rhythm only he understood. The detective stopped directly beside him. He was a bit light skinned with small lips that exposed rows of white teeth when he smiled. Whoever this forty-three-year-old man worked for was powerful.

Too powerful to contend with.

Keeping him in maximum security was their best bet. He had managed to wriggle out of many police cells in the past.

"Andrew, if that's even your name, I want to know who you work for," he placed his hand on the table in front of him, coming deathly close that their foreheads almost met. He smelled like a blend of alcohol and olive.

He smiled again. "Let me tell you something more interesting," he made to scratch his neck but his metal restraints wouldn't let him.

"How it all began."

...

Having trust issues wasn't easy at all, paranoid and hallucinations are with me since I was a little baby boy. I was being sell to a drug addict couple by my parents, I enjoyed staying with them until a year later when her addict husband decided to make me an object of sexual gratification. He'd come into my room when his wife was away and do things to me. Terrible things that no twenty-year-old boy should ever experience. He'd threaten to kill me if I spoke a word.

Scarred, I'm fucking Scared.

There was no one to turn to so I stayed. It became a routine for us. Whenever the loud bang came, I'd simply open the door, undo my dress and lay on my back, depending on how he wanted it. My screams were always muffled with his hand over my mouth. He'd go on and on until my body broke. Until I'd lay sprawled, motionless on the floor as the wetness of his seed seeped out with blood clearing its path. One time when they're away for grocery, my system rejoices because I can rest my hole for a moment yet a loud banging echoed all throughout the house. The robbers had their fun with me.

Each man taking a go at me.

Four of them.

Four monsters from Hades.