t of my way and take steps away from him, makin

s he doesn't have any hold on me if he doesn't give me something tangible. A

announcement halts my movements. I stand frozen,

aying. I try to hide a smile on my face. I can't believe this is happening. I

to do ever in his life. He has always made it his mission to gloom and tu

tion behind all this for him to finally let me

get a glimpse of what I am getting myself in

iles broadly, saying nothing as he continues w

beside me, dozens of dead women lay in heaps in the room we

lly watched closely at their bodies. And noticed that more concentratio

it when they wer

minds off anything and everything for a

during the time the drug is in their system. All

ex trade. Its extreme effect is that it attache

subjected to intensive sex, the reprodu

consumption, the drug is already at its maximum activation. Within

coming rooms where my uncle's wa

k and push my eyes to focus on t

llic blood scent h

forced to taste the metallic sm

ow t

this so many times

e weak minds before he gets us into

e planning on something as bad as asking m

their pants before they ma

h to say no to him, however evil

steps before walking past the last room to his office.

rence covering the features of my face. But my mouth betrays me.

mouth continuously. In the room beside me, mouth-taped pal

babies in their abdomen are being pulled out

and they keep on standby by the door,

women's children are tied in cages in front of their dead mother'

take their last breath. And now they are watching

e around the age

l dogs to my uncle. They end up doing the same thing to other k

is expected of

appens, especially

he dogs. My mind won't let me walk away and leave these kids here. I need to save the

death to be the only thing t

g me back from my trance to my reality. I

th. If he did not have a mark on Zia and James. I

ting up a failed act, an emotionless act, at staring at the kids that stare back

n side that I am trying to hide. Trying to hide those hu

hrough me all the time, even when I always d

crowd my judgment while I am still in a mafia worl

y eyes to my uncle. He shakes his head in disappo

answer, for him, is not pleasant. It means his brother, my father,

ark. His goons surrounding us watch my uncle's face turn dark. And on

e does what his job entails