A Weeping Paladin

The Wail of the Lesser

Narrator

     The premonition Adam had all the way to the club should have made him second guess his decision, but the money was incredibly tempting especially the amount Dan offered him to substitute one of the waiters in the private party for the night. Three hundred bucks is a large sum that could definitely allow him to quit. Little did he know that this one unsuspected event had everything from prostitutes to drugs to guns and, worst of all, psychopathic perverts. He expected it to stop at a shove or two and some curses. But, unfortunately, he caught the eye of a lunatic whose pleasure stems from extreme sadistic tendencies that border satanic sacrificial rituals. The man relished in the sight of blood and the gut-wrenching screams of his victims. That was the reason Adam was brought in, not to serve drinks and tend to VIP customers, but to be a disposable ragdoll for a nutcase to enjoy breaking all night. The second Luke the Switch, as he was known in town, saw Adam, he licked his lips because he knew he will enjoy his fix for the night. The dark-skinned boy seems like a good screamer. He signaled Dan to come within earshot, ” Send that boy to my room, he looks like a good d**k sucker” Dan hesitated and stuttered, “But, he-um … he ain’t-“ He did not get to finish and instantly paled upon seeing Luke stand up, switch his switchable blade and approach him, “Dan, Dan, Dan, I ain’t gonna say it twice” He chuckled tabbing the knife on Dan’s cheek, “ Unless you want your hoes and your balls slashed, huh?”. With sweat breaking on his forehead, Dan fake-laughed nervously, “Hey, chill man. I’m messing around, alright? I’ll send him right now, okay?” Luke had a reputation that repeatedly proves to be true and what is a little twink if he gets to keep his side pimping job and family jewels. Just like that, he scrambled to look for an obvious Adam who was loading his tray with drinks from the bar. “Hey Twink!” yelled Dan with a red face. Adam was surprised but kept a make-believe front. He knew tonight was bound to be a disaster and him being collateral damage…he felt it in his gut. “Yah” he attempted to maintain a composed voice that contradicted his frightened state. “Get going to room two!” Dan ordered pushing him towards the backrooms. “What drinks?” Adam asked with the last shred of hope that it may be just waiting on customers. “Don’t f*****g piss me off you f*****g b***h! I said get your ass there!” Now he was fuming and Adam figured it out. “The f**k Dan! I ain’t serving ass!” it was Adam’s turn to burst. “f*****g faggot!“ Dan cursed and added, “s**t happens! Tonight it’s yours!” With that, he grabbed Adam’s arm dragging him towards the room himself. Struggling and screaming bothered no one. They knew who ordered the boy to be brought and none valued a stray pipsqueak more than their lives. Once near the room, Adam panicked and bit Dan’s hand to perhaps loosen his grip and make a dash for it. “Agh! You lil s**t!” groaned Dan but instead of releasing Adam, he grabbed his head and smashed it into the wall then dragged his disoriented body into the room and left cursing under his breath.

Adam  

      Click, click, click- I need to get a hold of what is going to happen. My head is throbbing and the ceiling is moving but what in the world is that sound?  Am I alone? “Agh…” I groaned. I need to run before someone comes in. I barely made it on all four when I heard him. “Crawling like a b***h “I heard a dark voice hum and I knew I am doomed. I know that type of voice. Deceptively calm but one that promises an infinity of pain. I felt his presence before I heard his footsteps. “Don’t bore me” That was all I heard before I received a kick to my gut that knocked the air out of me… not again, just no- another kick and another and another. I tried to hold my yelps every time his foot collided with my sides, but after a few kicks, I failed. Just when I could not move a muscle and coughed enough blood to drench my surroundings, I felt a weight on my torso that was followed by a hail of punches. With each punch, a plea escaped me to beg for him to stop but instead of lessening that burden, it seemed to urge my aggressor to go harder and harder. One, too many blows later, I believe I lost consciousness because I was awakened by a bucket of icy water. I tried to look around with all my might but the slight move brought a sharp pain that cut deeply. My arms were restrained and I could barely see through one eye as the other was out of function. “Now you f*****g fairy, that’s something that gets me going” I followed the voice to settle on a half-naked big man holding a knife to his mouth and sticking his tongue out to lick it and stroking his member with the other hand. I saw him coming closer and I tried to free myself wheezing and panting. There is no different end scenario to this: beaten to a pulp and raped to death. No! I tried so hard, I worked harder, I ate from garbage and kissed shoes begging for a buck, I slept in sewers and drank toilet water. I was used, battered, humiliated, sold, shared, drugged and treated worse than the scum of the earth. But I tried, I swear to everything that is holy out there that I tried- “Yes! That’s it! Cry more u w***e! Scream and cry” I am crying? At my last moment, I cry; how pathetic. I felt him spread my legs and could not look and sit in between. Do I pray? To whom? If there was a God who would listen to my prayers, I would not have been here. Mercy? Justice? Forgiveness? None will be delivered. I curse you all! With this blood spilled I curse you all! May you writhe in an eternity of hell! May you be eaten by maggot from the inside out! May the Devil skin you while alive! May dogs gut you and you do nothing but watch! I curse you! I CURSE YO- A slow s***h over my chest and a gruesome thrust into me mark the beginning. 

Narrator

     Screams after screams were heard from the room: deafening and sickening. Even with the loud music that blasted through the club speakers, the boy’s screams penetrated through and enveloped the place in a grisly feel that brought everyone to their knees and some to faint. Minutes that stretched to hours that felt too long ticked by and the screams were deadened. A chill wracked over everyone’s body when they saw the door swing open. Out came Luke in a state that rivaled that of a serial killer who just savored his last victim: sweaty, bloodstained, and smiling like a mad man. He looked around and everyone found interest in something other than the sadist that stood in front of them. “Clean up” He addressed a shaking Dan who was on the verge of wetting his pants, “Y..Ye… yes, s.s.sir” and he scampered toward the room being hyper aware to keep at least a four-meter distance between the two of them. The closer he got to the room, the fouler the smell got. He gathered his wits and looked inside only to stumbled back and throw up so hard from the sight. In his state of petrifaction, he did not see Luke's approach but only heard the whispered words that will haunt him for the rest of his short life, “A work of art, right?”