Work of the devil - Season 1 - Episode 14

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Work of the devil - Season 1 - Episode 14

Before I could turn my head side ways and them upward to glance the faces of the men that had pushed and pinned me down, I got enraptured in darkness.

Even though it was during the morning hours, around 10am or so, it was still dark as far as I could see. The material from which the hood was made was so thick and felt dense and wet as though it had been soaked in water previously. The thickness made it difficult for me to catch any ray of light. Light could not penetrate it and so I was lost in darkness. A darkness they had created for me.

All that is needed to kill a man is darkness. Put him there and let it swallow him up.

My mind was asking questions. Who are these guys? Are they working for the ‘club’? If they work for the ‘club’, is this how they had planned to eliminate me? Will this be my end? What do they want from me, whosoever they are?

I needed to use my body now. My feet to kick, make some struggling and fighting movements. My hands too. My voice to speak and shout out for help. Raise an alarm. I was not going to go down this way.

As if my captors were reading my thoughts, they sent a message down into my system through a needle. As soon as the substance was injected into me, my muscles went down, my refexes slowed down and I passed out.

Even though I had passed out, my body had been knocked off, I could still feel a part of my mind working. Is it the subconscious me or what? With it, I could read to some extent, what was going on. Even though it was so slow. Because, whatever they had injected was also affecting my mind.

I noticed myself lifted and then after some movements, was la!d down on a metallic surface and we began to move. I was been driven. The destination, I don’t know.

After some time, we stopped and I was carried and made to sit on a seat with my feet chained and my hands too. Then, the needle went in again and I gasped and awakened. Slowly at first, and then fully finally.

I took note of my environment. It was somewhere I knew. Somewhere I had know all my life. This place meant almost everything to me. This was not where I wanted to be in. It was my family house. My parent’s house, where they had raised us up. Where we- my siblings and I had grown up. I began to panic.

As I turned, I could see one of my uncles. He was my childhood hero at a point in my life when I had a dream of becoming a soldier. His face was set as though it was formed out of rocks. He was not smiling at all. I could see that he was bent on whatever he was determined to do.

He walked to face me and asked between his teeth, “where is Regina’s daughter?”
I was scared. I was not scared because I was been interrogated by a military man. My uncle was a very ‘militarized’ man. He was even so, my Dad had told me, before joining the army. He had risen to the rank of a Major General before retiring.

Rather, I was scared that karma had come for me. What I had sown, I was now about to reap. Just as I betrayed my relative, one connected to me by blood without considering the plight she would find herself in, in the same way I am been held down to pay for my sins by my own relative- my uncle who had the power to have saved me. But now, he was not here to save me, he was here to put me down and destroy me if that was what would be needed to get the truth from me and get Princess back.

“I don’t know”, I replied fearfully.
I needed to master myself. I needed to hold my emotions in place and not fidget. My fear would sell me out and that was going to be bad. Even though, Regina had narrated everything to him and I knew I was responsible, I still needed to man up and stay cool and not break down. But what I had resolved to do never was done as soon as my parents were brought in.

I could not hold it back. My eyes began to pour our tears. I wailed and gnashed my teeth with so much anguish. Dad and Mum had been tortured(so, it seemed). They looked bloody. Blood stains. Open wounds. And I cried the more because, I was the reason behind this present suffering of theirs. They could not have been through this if not because of what I did.

It became clear to me that I was a terrible person. That whatever good conscience I felt I had was not anything close to good. But was pure evil in disguise. I had been causing the people related to me so much pain and griefs because of my greed and selfish decisions and choices.

And now, I knew I must rectify things- make corrections. Do my best to undo some of my mistakes. And I knew where to start from.