PITILESS REBELS

CHAPTER TWO: The domain

The engine stopped,my stomach was rumbling,my head was spinning.Two minutes after I heard a voice that seemed of soldiers from the movies I had watched before…without notice the door was opened I almost lost my eye sight due to prolonged stay in the dark truck.

In few hours we were all out of the truck.From far i saw some people whom I believed they were from Thailand since they did “wai” .They all took amarone into there hand and took some sips.As stared at them I notice a girl that walked buffly towards me,she managed to capture my brain into a world of imagination …I was suddenly interrupted by a strong slap on my back that circuited around my nerves.A man with muscled body got hold of my breeches and pushed me.

After some minutes I realized that I was alienated from others.What mistake had I done …only to materialize that the girl I have been staring at was their leader’s daughter.

I was enclosed in cellar ..with only two round hole that I thought were meant for air circulation at the tip of the door.I stayed calm for almost an hour thinking of how some of my uncles were mercilessly slaughtered ,it was only a grief thinking that mind of revenge came in.But how could i do it? And with who? Motions of no end lingered my head like arrows in a battle field.

After a deep sleep …I could hear some footprints coming towards the cellar door, I stayed tuned to the sound .The cellar door was opened and the same curvaceous goddess appeared while her breathing intensified. She took out a piece of bread from her lacing and a bottle of amarone and she gave it to me…I quickly snatched it from her and gluttonously started feeding myself .She stared me in a manner that possessed amicability in it .

She winked at me ,closed the cellar door and vanished out of my sight as I smiled.My smile was interrupted by a huge bang at the cellar door…a man had brought some food .I opened the tin and I saw a cold moulded piece of bread and a metallic cup by its side full of cold porridge that stacked by the cup.He closed the cellar door. I took the piece of bread and gave it to the only friend(rat) I had in the cellar and decided to have a slumber.

I woke up only to find my only friend who used to disturb me had passed away. Tears rolled down my Wang I was in too much pain to shed tears. How can i be all alone in this square room full of dark,with black concrete walls that were as cold as a metallic concave vessel during winter,a room that seemed to be more of hell.The floor made of cement got colder as the night was giving into daylight.It only possessed a bucket from which I relieved myself and a piece of tattered mattress and rags which were meant for covering myself during the cold nights.With the presence of bedbugs my nights became more worse. As I was in deep grief a bang came from the cellar door as it opened only to notice that It was him.