RUTHERFORD’S REVENGE.

“This is why you are so poor and wretched, a total loser, Morgan scoffs, every other gardener would have jumped at my offer,” why do you act all high and mighty but with nothing to show for it but a muscly body? “Shame, look, I’ll pay you a good amount of money, it's an open Cheque, all you have to do is name your price.” “Hmm?” She moved closer to Jason who was shirtless as a result of the heat as he had been working under the sun. “I’m, I’m sorry ma’am, am a married man,”Jason replied with a stern expression taking a few feet backward away from the desperate woman who seemed keen on getting into his pants. “One million?” She teased. Jason’s eyes widened at such a large sum of money, it was more than his salary for two years put together but he was an honest man and could not possibly bring himself to hurt his wife. “Two million?” She continued noting Jason’s reluctance. “You will have to stop ma’am, like I said before, I am married and I respect my wife a lot, you are a very beautiful woman but I cannot hurt my wife.” Morgan walked back to her work table. “You insult me, gardener, I bet your wife would have adored you if you brought such an amount of money home, but you have decided to insult me and refuse my offer, and dare to compensate me by calling me beautiful.” She took up an expensive tea cup which she had been sipping tea from before she had summoned Jason, lifted the tea cup above her head, and let it fall intentionally off her hand. She shrieked, surprising Jason who stood there dumbfounded, while she pressed a red button by her table which alerted her guards who burst into her office, alert and ready to protect her. There were four of them, all dressed in a black suit. Two of the guards immediately rushed to Jason and restrained the shirtless man who was obviously in shock from Morgan’s reaction. The two guards held him down in a painful position that had his forehead kissing the floor at a weird angle while the other two asked their lady boss what the alarm was about. “Are you alright ma’am? What happened? One of the guards asked sternly, throwing deathly eyes at the gardener. She bent down to pick a piece of the broken tea cup and gave it to the guard. “This tea cup is a historical artifact that was auctioned away from a family of hundreds of generations, can you guess how much we bought it from the bidding? Mind you, there were over a thousand bidders, so guess.” “Uhmm,” the guard was taken aback at her direct question. “Maybe ten million dollars ma’…… The resounding slap came like a thief in the night, he never expected it. The large ring on her middle finger left a visible mark on his cheekbone, it would leave an obvious scar. “Dare to guess again?” She asked with a smile so broad as though she had not just harassed her worker. “I dare not ma’am,” he replied, bowing his head and daring not to look directly at her. “That piece of s**t right there has just insulted me and broken a teacup worth billions of dollars.” “While he would never be able to pay back that amount of money even if he worked for the rest of his life with no breaks, make sure to beat it out of him.” She commanded. “When you are done, send me a picture of his miserable state and if I am satisfied, I maybe, she chuckled with a devilish expression, just maybe I won’t terminate our contract and sack him.” “Yes, ma’am,” they bowed to her. “Take him away.” Jason who had grown quiet for the entirety of the time was bundled out of the billionaire's office and soon found himself in a room that smelled awful from the obvious many stains of blood and urine. It looked like a place where these merciless bodyguards tortured people until they bled and pissed their pants. The place ozed with fear. Jason began to beg. “Please, I didn’t do anything, I swear, please you have to believe me, I didn’t break the teacup.” The first striking blow landed on his mouth. The bodyguard who had been slapped by his boss was furious with Jason. “Oh gardener, he snarled, you are soon to find that it doesn’t matter.” “Look, look here,” the guard lifted Jason’s face to look at him. “You see that swell on my cheekbones?” “You caused that, you f*****g poor good-for-nothing scumbag gardener, I’ll show you no mercy.” With that he signaled for the other guards and they all pounced on him, hitting him with large wooden sticks that were lying about the room, kicking him with their sturdy shoes, and blowing his head mercilessly while he groaned, whimpering, crying, and begging them to have mercy on him. After almost half an hour of complete torture, they left him alone, Jason thought they were done, but they weren’t, they only left him for a few minutes to smoke. When they were done smoking they came back and striped him naked this time and the beating continued. “Have you learned your lesson?” One of the guards yelled. “Yes, sir, I have learn….learned my lesson,”Jason cried out with his hands clasped together in front of him in a sign of surrender and helplessness. One of the guards spat on him and said. “He looks like death itself, this was fun.” Another guard said he needed to pee and went ahead to dump his adult, highly concentrated urine on Jason’s head. The poor man shielded his face with his hands but could not escape the emotional humiliation he felt at this moment, the helpless and sad truth of his reality. He could neither defend himself nor could he get anyone to fight for him when he got out of there. He could not report the Hartford family to the authorities as they were the top five richest people in the city. They had the justice system and every other governmental system under their control and command. They could get away with anything and everything and those who were foolish enough to report or threaten them lived not another day to tell the story. Jason being a church rat pauper who had ignorantly signed a contract to work for two years without prior knowledge about who the Hartford family was after a friend of his informed him of the vacancy at the Hartford as they needed a gardener urgently. He had gone the next day and had happily signed the contract as the salary superseded any that he had ever earned from all the menial jobs he had been doing all his life. It was a whopping five thousand dollars monthly with a weekly allowance. The total salary would be paid all at once at the end of the two-year contract and would have accumulated to a large sum of one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. It was a big catch for Jason, where was he ever going to get such an opportunity? Besides the allowance would be enough to feed his wife and maybe his in-laws would cut a little slack for him and reduce their banter and mistreatment against him. Life was never good for Jason, he was only ever mistreated, right when he was in the orphanage where he had met his wife. She had fallen head over hill in love with him and he had sworn to love and cherish with all that he could. But with no proper education and no adoptive parents, he ended up having to live with his wife’s adoptive parents and they made him pay for living with them every day. His wife’s parents were not millionaires but had been hoping to climb the higher ladder using their adoptive daughter by marrying her off to a rich billionaire at the time before she announced her engagement to the good-for-nothing Jason with no last name and no money, a total loser with nothing to offer them and their daughter. Her parents had pleaded with to change her mind, but she was adamant about settling with Jason. While Jason lay there marinating in the guard's piss, he heard the clicking of a phone as one of the guards took pictures of his battered naked body. “Pray gardener, pray she’s satisfied with this, else I’ll have to take pleasure in taking you very near to what you look like right now, death.” Jason shivered from the heartlessness of the guard's tone and all he could do was moan from the pain he felt and plead in gibberish. “Ahh!!, lucky you, she approves…. But I and my boys don’t mind going another round.” The guards pounced on him again and beat him until he eventually pissed his pants and a trail of his blood lined the floor as they dragged him out of the torture room unconscious and in nothing but his pants.