23:57hrs
YES! The 6foot monster was the bouncer at the gambling house and he approached me. As I struggled to get out of the frame of my destroyed table, I noticed they had no bags nor weapons or instruments for inflicting pain. Just a rope! Before I could think of how a rope could be used to inflict pain, Giganto already had a colossal hand around my neck which squeezed me from thoughts to reality. With just his left hand around my throat, he raised me still stuck in the table. As I got to the level of his height, with strength that made him blink, he set me yet in another flight along with the table across the remainder of the room. As I hit the wall along with the table, I blacked-out. Next thing I noticed was the silence now in the house, me out of the table’s hold, blood all over my face and every one at a corner while one of them was at the window talking with a voice I could never forget even if my brain was being crushed. For even if his mask wasn’t off now, I would still have known he was my cousin.
23:58hrs
As I fully regained consciousness, he had finished talking at the window, my hope of raising an alarm through the loudness of the t.v was gone and Giganto approached me once again. I suddenly had the spirit of immobility set on me; probably my brain hadn’t fully booted yet. The only thing I could do now was let a tear drop trickle down as I knew it was over.
In seconds as Giganto got to me I was painfully tied-up, gagged and strapped to a chair and with great skill these were done that it made moving my tongue and hands seem like moving strands of my hair independently on a normal day.
“We are not here for the money, we are only here to give you one of life’s lessons, for no one wins from the boss and lives to tell it”, said Giganto with a voice like a Sony deck at its max. “Before I start, my souvenir”.
The next jolt of pain as he grabbed my right hand’s thumb and pulled the finger’s nail backward trying to remove it made me understand what he meant by the word souvenir. My nail broke at the cuticle and off came my nail as he pulled them slowlybut forcefully with concentration and the sole aim of making the pain maximum. I felt pain! Pain at its greatest and I could neither scream nor cry. For the first time in my life, I saw the redness of pain with my eyes as I wished I fainted.
23:59hrs
The sad thing is that at the point of death, you don’t black-out or faint, you wait. You wait to see the end of it all. How its done and how the essence of life sips out of you, bit by bit as you drift out of your casing.
What came my way now I knew not as I saw Giganto smile and keep my nail in his breast pocket. As Giganto came closer to me, I cared not what was going to happen next for I was already dead for all I cared. He had already caused me this much pain with his bare hands, my imaginations could not build the amount of pain that was about to come my way as he unwrapped a blade. I surely was in for a hell of a ride.
My heart was now failing per pump of blood, and that was fast. He held onto my neck tightly as I was now slippery from sweating.
Suddenly! I felt something cold on my skin. Cold and tearing; the blade was on my throat. My heart-beat trippled and irregular became an understatement for the flow of my breath. The room lost its sound and all became motionless. I could now hear my heart beat all the way from my chest mixed with my profuse breathing. My thoughts were scattered with the first tear in my skin and blood trickled from the first of openings. I had no strength against the ropes and even my size was nothing compared to that of the beast’s. I had to accept my fate and pray now for a speedy death. As he cut further, forming a circle around my neck with his blade, my whole life flashed before my eyes. My whole evil karma must have being accumulated for this very moment of my life and still I couldn’t black-out. I watched and heaved my breaths as he completed the circle-of-cut on my neck. I bled!
00:00hrs
At this rate my life was surely going to drift out slowly and that meant more time suffering in sightful pain. In time fewer than the first, he made another circular cut about an inch from the first and joined them with a third cut. A vertical cut, and he peeled off my skin like twas a bandage he peeled off my neck. PAIN! Pain so inhumane I felt. I struggled and rattled in the chair, but the restraints made me feel like the rattling was just a mere thought. I was red! Red from my very own blood and if I were left like this, I would still most certainly die from the loss of blood. My sight got dizzy as I wished more intensely for a speedy death.
As I turned to see the face of my killer with the last of the strength left in me, I was met with a devastating blow from the blade he now swung. Simulatneously, my jogular exploded with a burst of blood. My vision zeroed instantly and came back partially. My gag was ripped off, I struggled for a gulp of air not knowing if it’ll be my last but the air was followed by a demonically excruciating blow cutting open my throat in one powerful sweep. I couldn’t take the gulp of air I wanted. My sight was gone and I was dead.
All I heard now was in the distance and were sounds of my mother calling out to me. Twas faint but was getting louder. I knew not were I was, but I felt peace.
Peace! Alas! My mother! My peace!
