Cyber Lover

Episode 13

Do you need me to come over?” He didn‟t care about what the time said. “No, I was

thinking about seeing you and explaining things to you first. Will you be free by

tomorrow evening?” “No problem. Do you know  Baker‟s Café?” “Yes, somewhere in the

middle of town?” “Very good. Be there by 5:00p .m. tomorrow or do you have anywhere else

that might be convenient for you?” “I think Baker‟s Café is alright. But I will only be able

to make it by 5:30 p.m.” “No problem. Take your  time. I will be waiting.” He dropped the

phone. He didn‟t know things had gotten this bad . He wished he could just reach out and

help Brenda right away. Well, this was what he had been waiting for.

He would not relent in making good use of the opportunity that had just presented itself that

evening. He picked up his cell phone, switched off all electronic devices in his sitting room

and went into his bedroom. He couldn‟t wait for tomorrow. He must be careful in handling Jane; he must make her trust him. That nigh the prayed that Brenda‟s situation would not be beyond him and hoped that he would be

able to help her. He didn‟t know when sleep took over his consciousness. Brenda was

reaching out for him in his dreams. * * *

Throughout the next day, he was again made to stand in the sun with nothing on, and he

was very tired and famished when nightfall came.

Hence, when he was pushed into Sean‟s cell afterwards , he could not even glance at his

scared cellmate let alone look for the hidden  camera  the guards had threatened to put in

the cell the day before. He just grabbed the  plate of grub they‟d placed on the floor for

him and swallowed the food with his hands. Now a bit more oriented, he lay back on the

floor and studied the other occupant of the cell . “Hello, Sean…,” he nicely began. “Hi, Nim-

Nimrod…!” whispered the scared man. “We meet  again…my friend,” he added. “Just don‟t

faint on me this time!” Sean was younger than Nimrod  , and had a girly air about him. A

behavior he had never seen as a bad omen all these  years, until now, that is. It had led the

older man to him in the first place, and he wasn‟t ready for a repeat performance of that

crazy experience they had together the other day . “W-Why did they bring you here?” he

suddenly wondered. “So that we can be better acquainted , Sean,” was the sarcastic reply as

Nimrod smacked his lips. “Don‟t you like me? There was no reply to this. “Okay…,” he

resumed, crossing his legs, “let me tell you a bit  about myself, Sean…that way you will get

to know me better, aye? No word came from the other man‟s mouth

and this enraged him. “Aye?” he bellowed. “Aye!” let out an unnerved Sean, his knees

buckling as he tried to stay standing. “Good, ”his new cellmate went on. “I am vindictive,

Sean, and do you know the meaning of the word ?” “No, sir…sir!” “It means I am vengeful

and spiteful, Sean…it means I‟ll get you before I  leave this place for what you did to me,

Sean!” “But…,” began the other man. But what? You made me go through hell for

two days, man!” snapped Nimrod. “Or didn't you hear I‟m a psychotic killer? Didn‟t any of

the other prisoners tell you that? Don‟t you know my reputation here?

I don‟t just love the act of killing; I also have a  sadistic tendency which makes me inflict so

much pain on my victims before killing them! I get  so much pleasure from the sound of their

painful cries, Sean, the way they plead and die slowly !” “But…,” resumed the sweating Sean, “I

never told them about us! You – you must believe  me!” “I don‟t believe you!” snapped

Nimrod, turning to face him. “You must know I‟m a very organized person, Sean, and hardly

makes any mistake in whatever I say, think or do ! Therefore, I don‟t believe you, „cuz I think

it was you who spilled everything to the guards !”

He stood up and drew nearer the poor fellow cowering at the cell‟s corner. “Don‟t think I‟m

abusing you, man, cuz you‟ve seen nothing yet !” he coldly whispered and the latter

swallowed hard, sweat freely pouring from his face . He was even beginning to whimper. “I

grew up in an abusive home, Sean. I hated my father  just as his own father hated him when

he was alive! I had an elder sister who ran away  from home before she was twenty, and

you know why? Cuz my father took so much pleasure  in beating us kids back then! Sadly,

when my sister eloped with a stranger, he concentrated all his beating on me!” Sean was

now crying freely. “Oh, please…!” he begged as if  for his life. He couldn‟t stand the torture

anymore, but his tormentor was drawing even closer . “The old man will beat me for every

little mistake and sometimes, he‟ll purposely make  me provoke him so that he can beat me

again, leaving so many scares on my body in the  process!” continued Nimrod as if he was

deaf. “My mother was a drunk and never cared about what was going on at home.

She would watch her husband almost strangling  me to death, and then leave the

house to come back late and very drunk!” “Oh, please…!”