Episode 1
“Shhhhh, If you want to live you will cooperate if you want to die you will protest the ball is in your court,” I bluntly said as I coldly unpeeled the Binding tape from the mouth of my captive.
Blood oozed from his mouth all thanks to my unlimited number of blows that he had received from my fists. I adjusted the heat of the Iron box that was connected to power socket to its maximum.
“Please let me go,,, please I beg,,”
I gave him a resounding kick on his chin making him spit another front tooth.
“Did I not instruct you fool to keep quiet?”
I took the binding tape and slid it back to his mouth. I drew out my knife and chopped off his little toe. He writhled in pain as I took my Ironbox in my hands and used its heat to dry the blood that was coming from the his foot after I had chopped his toe off.
“Oh I forgot to feed you yeterday.” I said snapping my fingers
I collected the cut toe with my pair of tongs and roasted it with my lighter. I later on stuffed the into his mouth and I forced him to chew it. I drew my drawer chest and took out a multivitamin injection and stuck it right inside the veins of his neck. I wanted him to have the strength to feel the pain.
“Please just let me die please I beg,” he mummbled halfly crying
I felt angered annoyed with veagence wits pumping harder through my veins.
“Seems you never have the ears to listen. When we were young,we were taught that you should never speak at the council of elders lest you are given permission to.”
I pulled the red hot ironbox to his shirtles stomach and stamped it hard against his skin. He wailed in agony as real tears cascaded down his bruised face.
“Shhhhhh silence in court please,” I mimmicked a judge.
He mummbled in cries trying not to open his mouth. I pulled the Ironbox from him taking with it a huge piece of skin.
“I have once been to a hospital and seen doctors sterilise their needles with heat.” I said as I again took my knife which was already stained in blood and burnt it till it was red hot.

“I also once had dreams of being a tattoo artist,” I told him as I moved closer to him.
I dug the knife right to his right foot thigh and drew a big cut of the letter S. He groaned and shook in pain as smoke from the burnt skin danced high up in the air.
“After Tatoos one has to remain calm for the piece of art to have enough time to dry,but I am sorry you are too weak to be calm buddy,however don’t worry, am a proffesional, and its my place to execute my duties fully,” I said as I took a hammer and hit the knife right through his knee with the bones cracking to every hit The knife came out through the other end and it pinned itslef on the wooden chair.

inthewavesofveagence

Daveline Okwayo

Am so wicked right? Yeah I would have thought so too,I read somewhere that a hungry man is an angry man. My hunger was for vegeance. I felt the pain of being left lonely with all the units of the Police agencies searching East,west, central,North and South for me for something that I never did,or better still was done against me. My lifehood tracks hit me in a painful flashback as all the incidences hit through my head like a terrible movie that I needed to stop watching