Pushed to the ground, I woke and just has I tried pulling myself up, she pinned me down, stern look on her face but the guy spitting out the orders was the one who got me worried. He looked mean, scarred face and built, clad in a semi-military uniform arms and ammunition in there appropriate places. “Hey! You should think twice before trying to do something really stupid, you know?” He spoke in a distant tongue but I understood… weird right? Exactly, he looked Fulani-like with muscles and yet he looked at me with this familiar grimace.
The knot was quite hard; I was tied to the bed side. A broken skull was on the bed, the mattress was stained.
Blood, I gulped in a sizable amount of saliva and then it the first stroke, a punch, she threw them like ice cubes. It was felt but not much pain was involved. Then came the rush, she delivered it then gave him a stare; he wasn’t satisfied. Instant worry came over me, and then I squeezed my bleeding lips for more blood then spat it out. He looked at me; smiled and then he stood me up. He had been waiting for this, I could tell he stretched his neck, flexed his muscles and tightened his gloves. If he was trying to get me scared, he shouldn’t bother for he’d established that from the onset.
“In a few minutes, we’re going to start questioning you, just so you know… the torture is so you don’t waste our time” I nodded. Wish I could say something but my heart kept beating and the words kept coming out like stutters. He stood firmly, flexed his shoulder for the final time and then his arm reversed backwards, I could see the muscles, sweat embedded, dripping has the glove breezed through the air; everything happened so fast, I noticed he had tattoos, I could see his armpit and a clash of hardcore knuckles and soft growing tissues. Gbam!
“Aaaahhhhhhhhh!” I yelled… in pain!
Fuck! That was harsh, compared to the ice cubes, She shook her head for me and I was sure not to allow it repeat itself, how? I couldn’t say but then he straightened my head, wiped the blood and his arms were getting ready for another round. I couldn’t take it anymore. He smiled and said “This is the last one, I promise!” of course I said.
This time his arms were fast but I was prepared, I saw the gloves approaching, opened my eyes and “stop!” I mumbled inwards he froze, his arms were stuck, he tried moving ‘em but then he turned in that same froze state. Now facing the ice cube lady, somehow she met the punch halfway and then she collapsed. The big guy tried turning his neck at me but he got elevated off the ground and he slammed himself into the walk.
I stayed focus till they were knocked out.