THE REJECTED LUNA

After washing us up and giving up a clean pair of clothes, Rosaline handed us both a pair of shovels. She walked us out to the dessert and forced us to dig with no reason under the scorching dessert sun.

We were both made to dig without stopping. I looked at Raymond and had a feeling of self guilt clouding me as I blamed myself for putting him in such a situation.

Each time we tried to rest or make a stop the man assigned to us would whip us and force us to continue. We dug for 12 hours till the sun had completely fallen. We felt weary and could not make a move from that spot.

Two men came and carried us back into the building. We were allowed to sleep that night to regain strength for the following day. It was one week now since we were captured by Rosaline. 

She decided to drive us to the city to another site for further torture and also keep us captive. Raymond and I decided to escape. As we came to a stop at a border check point, we immediately raised an alarm to the police and they took action immediately.

Rosaline was not going to give in to the police to be arrested so she and her men opened fire on the police and the police did well to return it as well. Raymond and I quickly made it for the door of the car and ran to safety behind a police car parked beside us. 

The gun fight got intense, and Rosaline and her team decided to retreat and fall back. The police quickly attended to us and rushed us to the hospital where we were attended to medically. 

The doctor diagnosed Raymond to have had multiple fractures in his right index finger and asked if he would cut it off. After much deliberation, he agreed, and the doctor amputated his index finger. 

After 2 days of intense care and observation at the hospital, the doctor discharged us. We knew our way from the hospital because we were still in Vegas. We immediately stole a car and lodged at a close hotel.

We knew that going back home would be unsafe and so staying the night at a hotel would be the best decision. We spent two days in the hotel planning on how to make out next move against Rosaline.

"Please baby leave this fight to me" I urged Raymond for fear of him loosing his life, but he was well prepared to lay down his life for me. We made use of the cell phone we found in the car to make some calls and in no time we had some ammunitions ready to go for the mission.

We went for the hit around 9pm that night. We quietly ambushed Rosaline and her men as they were plotting inside the warehouse. I threw in some tear gas into the building. We immediately opened fire, shooting down three of her men, and she was left with two men. 

Our aim was not to kill her, so we carefully shot her on the feet and killed the other two men. We tied her up and took her to our site where we would pay her with her own coins. 

The words that kept on going through my head as I looked at her were all revenge. This time around, I decided that she would suffer in the same manner as she treated me. 

We hanged her upside down with her legs tied up, and we kept a big barrel of water directly under her. It was placed in such a way that if I release the chain a bit he head would enter the water until I pull her out.

As she hanged there, I took out a whip and began to flog her. I lost count, but I know that I flogged her till I saw marks on her render skin. I suspended into the water for one minute as she struggled to get some air. 

As her pulled her out, she was gasping for air and begging that I would release her. But her pleas fell on deaf ear as my only motive was revenge. I repeated this five times and began to think of the next treatment I would give her.

"Let's use a hot metal on her" Raymond said, crossing his legs. "A pressing iron would be better" I quickly suggested smiling. I got the pressing iron and plugged to heat for a while, I took it and placed it at her back as she screamed violently. 

Seeing her groan in agony and pain made me happy, and I continued without mercy. I ordered the Raymond's men to continue as I sat down to watch the lady scream. Her skin became burnt and red, and she did not stop pleading to my deaf ears. 

I gave them a dagger and asked them to make little cuts on her body slowly. I watched her bleed and groan in excruciating pains, but I cared less about the pain she was going through.

She is the reason my dad died. She treated me without mercy. Come to think of it, if she hadn't been plotting all these while to kill me, I would have been living a happy life, and I would not be seen as a villain.

For me, revenge was the only way I could find a peace bit. I was not going to kill her very fast. I would let her suffer for a while and die slowly. Death alone would be too kind for her. On the other hand, Raymond just sat smoking a stick of cigarette and commending me for the good work I was doing. 

We locked her up in a prison of nails that was designed with nails around that would regularly pierce her skin if she moved a bit. We left her locked up in there for a whole night, pending her next torture.