MAD WOMAN

61. SHIT AND PISS.

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ELOKA'S P.O.V:

"Is the food ready?" I quietly asked him, my voice was the only sound being made in the entire dimly lit spacious room.

He stood by the little camp gas as he fried the meat inside. The bastard hesitated at first, tears brimmed his eyes as he gazed at me that was cleaning his blood off the torturing device in my hands. Whimpers emerged from his partner's lips as they both trembled in fear. "Yes, my—my..." Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked at the food. "My food is ready." He choked on a sob.

Such a pussy.

"I can't hear you." I took my time in wiping off the filthy liquid from the blade of the device, my legs crossed and my back leaned on the brown leather sofa. An empath would call me sickening for being so comfortable in my position after what transpired in this room for the last few days. I gawked at the blood, not fully finding the satisfaction I thought I'd magically gain from what I did.

"It's ready!" He cried out like a whimp when my eyes snapped to his.

"Remind me again, what is your name?"

"My—My name is Shit! It's Shit, please don't hurt me anymore. I—I take God beg you. My name na SHIT!" {"I beg you in the name of God. My name is SHIT!"}. His Nigerian accent emphasized on the 'sh' sound in the word.

"And yours?" My neck turned to the almost lifeless body in front of me. "What is your name?" I glared harder at this one.

"P—P—Piss. It is Piss." He barely let out.

"You sure say e no be Preye?" {"Are you sure it's not Preye?"}. I stood up from the sofa and walked to where they sat under the light. It was just me, and the two of them present in the room. It had been forty-eight hours since I saw sunlight. I strictly told my boys that if any of them dared entering this room without my permission, all in the name of to see if I was alive, they would face the same predicament as the two unfortunate souls in front of me. "Because I vividly remember you telling me when you first came that your name was Preye. As a matter of fact, you had the audacity to look me eyeball to eyeball and tell me that your name was Preye. All because you had the protection of The Third, and there was nothing I could do to you. Am I correct?"

"It was The Third! It was The Third!" He spoke rapidly. "He said that the day you would eventually find me, I should say that to you, just to mess with you! He—He said that if I didn't, he would know and he would kill my family just because I did not say it."

"What is your name? Preye, or Piss?"

"PISS!"

The art of torture was one of the most beautiful techniques know to man. There existed physical torture, emotional torture, mental torture, and psychological torture. I was well knowledgeable in all of the listed categories, so much to the point I executed all of them in this room for the past two days. All my men did was stay outside as they listened to the music of their horrid screams and cries.