Chapter Eleven

"Jailsuits, jailsuits and not police uniforms. And where the heck did you get them from? Where are the police men who used to wear them?"

Bunny managed a frustrated smile. He was clearly tired of my bossy antics. "The policemen are fine, don't worry. They're just a little unconscious. It's much harder to beat up criminals and hide them than you think, especially since this is a maximum security prison." He tossed the uniforms at us.

"I don't think I'll be able to pull this off. Are there any female security guards?"

"But from the beginning, you were planning to disguise yourself as a man. What changed?" Wolfgang asked.

"Don't policemen have to have IDs? He does," I pointed at Bunny, "but we don't."

"Unless you act suspiciously, no one is going to ask for your ID."

"Newsflash, upon close inspection, I am suspicious."

"Which is why it's dark," Bunny said. "I'm the one with the most risk because what if someone realises that they haven't seen me before and asks for my ID? What if someone realises that the guy whose ID I stole didn't report for work? What if they ask for my ID and—even though my picture is in his place right now—they know his name and figure out that I'm an imposter? So shut up, man up, and let's go."

"He's right. We can't back down now and we have to be quick because the other policemen he knocked out will be up soon. By the way, where did you get this uniform?"

He grinned. "Followed the policeman to his house, waited till he took the clothes off, and stole them."

"Please tell me you knocked him out," I begged.

"That would've been worse because has family. He asked his wife to throw it in the washer and she did, but I took it before it could start washing. We have about thirty minutes before the wash is over and I hope," he looked at me pointedly, "that's enough time."

I smiled. "It depends on how long you can take it."

"Take what?" Wolfgang asked, reminding me that he was completely and utterly oblivious to our plan.

"Nevermind," I waved a hand. "Give me that uniform."

Since both men had already seen me naked, I didn't mind changing in front of them. They didn't mind either. Bunny didn't even look away, and even though there was nothing amorous about his gaze, I wanted to rip his eyes from their sockets.

"You could really pass for a man, if not those completely feminine eyes and lips. Pull your eyelashes out," Wolfgang told me.

"I'm not going that far. I'll keep my head down, don't worry about me."

"But you still don't fill the uniform like the rest of the guards do. I don't know Barbara. . . this seems too risky."

"More risky than an escaped convict coming back to the prison dressed as a police guard?"

He smiled. "You got me there."

"You two remember that we have a time sensitive quest on our hands now, don't you?" Bunny asked us. He looked so intimidated that I believed he was scared.

"Let's go," I said.

We went up to the prison boldly. They didn't really bother us as we entered, seeing that we were in uniforms. I was a little bit in the middle of and behind the two men so that I wouldn't look too suspicious.

It was laughably easy; how simple it was to get inside. Since Wolfgang knew the prison—after all, it'd been his home for more than six years—he took us directly to the solitary confinement. There was a guard there, two actually.

Wolfgang told Bunny to tell them that he just wanted to manhandle the prisoner a little bit. He said that thing was allowed because of how terrible the prisoners there were.

I looked at him, feeling the pity course through me. He wasn't even half as bad as the people in that prison, but he had clearly been treated badly. The scars I'd seen on him, that hardness in eyes that were once soft and warm. . . I shuddered.

I wished we could just choose our parents. Of course, at the time of choosing, we wouldn't know the value of material things. We'd just choose loving families to go to, so that people like my mother and his adopted father didn't have any children's lives to ruin.

Bunny did as Wolfgang told him. Even though I was sure Wolfgang knew what he was about, I was shocked when I saw them open the huge door and leave, after buying Bunny's story that he was a new officer.

"I told you," Wolfgang said with a hint of malice in his eyes.

"Well they could've opened it, but they didn't have to leave."

"They don't care about us, Elorm. Everyone in this prison could die and they wouldn't bat a lash," he said, his expression, hard as stone.

I couldn't really sympathise with them because the people here were child traffickers, serial rapists, kidnappers and all those heinous kind of people you see on television. I sympathised with him though. Sure he deserved to be locked up, but not like this.

"What are you waiting for? Your target awaits," he said with a gentlemanly bow, pointing towards the door.

I entered first. I really didn't expect him to look the way he did. He was asleep on the bare floor, sporting a Moses beard that was grey in some places. Like Wolfgang, he'd lost a lot of weight, had numerous scars, and tattoos. His dark blue jumper was tattered in some places, revealing a hairy, fit chest.

I felt rage bubble within me. He was here sleeping while I was constantly battling with the trauma he put me through! How dare he? How?

"Fool! Wake up!" I yelled.

He opened one eye sleepily and looked at me, though he didn't exactly see me. The confinement must've been driving him crazy. I went up to him and stomped on his shoulder. It was then that he paid attention to me. A mouse—like sound came out of him and he backed away quickly, looking at me fearfully.

"What do you want?" Even in his position, the man still had the gull to sound threatening. He looked at Wolfgang next, his eyes widening in surprise. "You! What is this? Why would you come back here? You must take me with you when you leave, please, I can't live like this anymore!"

It pleased me that he was already close to tears.

"You think we're here to save you?" I asked. My hands were fists and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep myself from screaming at him. "Look at me."

He did, but there was no spark of recognition on his face. "Why are you here then?"

"Six years ago, you rented a prostitute who you said reminded you of the Barbie doll. Remember that?"

"What does that have to do w—" the spark of recognition appeared then. To my utmost horror, the man had the nerve to smile coyly and asked, "You're back for more?"

Wolfgang nearly lunged at him, but I held him back. I mirrored his smile and pulled the water bottle from my very large pocket and handed it to him. "You look thirsty. Have this." I handed it to him.

"Yes thank you. My throat is so parched." Like an idiot, he gulped the water down greedily. I snatched it from him before he could empty it. I didn't want the effect to last longer than it was supposed to.

All three of us went silent as I waited. He was still smiling at me, but when he started to look confused, the smile faded.

"The knife," I stretched my palm to Wolfgang. He hesitated, so I turned to him. "What are you waiting for?"

"I. . . I know he hurt you. . . but this isn't going to help. You won't feel better after this. You'll feel like the monster he i—"

"Shut up and hand me the knife. I'm not going to kill him," I interrupted him and snatched the knife. I held it, twisting and turning it expertly as I smiled deviously. "Mr. Essiem, I doubt you're aware of what you just consumed?"

He tried to say something, but it just came out as gibberish.

"It works like a drug, really. This concoction completely temporarily renders your pain receptors useless. For about two minutes, you will feel no physical pain."

Both men looked at me. Wolfgang had no idea about the concoction, so he looked horrified. I had told Bunny, but he didn't believe such a thing existed. Perhaps, the rest of the world didn't even know. It was good, because such a thing out there would be dangerous. It was similar to anesthesia, but it was far worse for one reason.

"Though an unfortunate side effect is that it renders your brain completely obedient to any and every suggestion," I said deviously. My heart was racing due to excitement and the sheer pleasure and taste of revenge. "It works just like anesthesia mixed with Scopolamine. It's called the Angel and the Devil. Don't bother ever searching for it after this because only few people in the world know how to properly prepare it. Now, since you're going to do everything I tell you like an obedient little bitch, take this knife and cut your penis off."

Wolfgang gasped, and even Bunny shook his head a little bit, fear prominent in his expression. The rapist was almost like a drunk person and could barely stand, so I went forward and handed him the knife.

He took it. He quickly took his clothes off, staring at his organ. I could bet my soul that somewhere in his subconscious, he was screaming at himself not to do it. He had no choice though. It was a sharp knife, because I didn't want him to wake up from the trance while in the act and stop. It sliced through his flesh like butter.

Wolfgang turned around quickly, supressing the urge to vomit. I didn't mind the sight. I felt satisfaction at the tips of my fingers. It was also welling deep within me, spreading through my blood along with sweet sweet tingles. Ah revenge. So underrated.

"Quick, the first aid box. Stop the bleeding. He mustn't die," I urged.

Bunny rushed out and came back seconds later. For the rest of the two minutes the Angel and the Devil lasted, Bunny made sure the stub between his legs stopped bleeding and was bandaged.

Two minutes later, the idiot was screaming so loudly that Bunny punched him. He shoved something into the rapist's mouth.

"Now for my finishing act," I laughed at the tears in his eyes, "Bunny, drop those pants."

"No, no," Wolfgang whispered, looking at me. "Barbie, this has gone too far. Stop it!"

But Bunny advanced with his pants down. He looked sick and uncomfortable, but he got paid. The time he spent with me was to make up for what he was going to have to do.

"No, it hasn't. That thing he used to cause me so much pain will never bring him pleasure again, that is why it was sliced off. Sliced," I laughed. "And he needs to suffer how I suffered, which is why Bunny here is going to beat him senselessly and then, repay the favour he gave me."

"I. . . I think I'm going to be sick," Wolfgang said, just as Bunny landed the first punch. He watched, eyes steely, yet his whole form trembling as the man who had helped his adopted father make him the monster he was screamed into the fabric in his mouth.

It was a beautiful sight to me. The tears, the pained groans, the muffled screams, the begging, the weakness of his limbs from the beatings he'd received. I loved it.

I loved every second of it.

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i'm scared of myself 😮

someone asked if kofi's uncle ever hurt wolfgang. he didn't, at least, not intentionally. wolfgang was like a dog to him. he wanted him to be his "heir" the one who'd take over all the dark businesses. the only one he really loved was nathan, and wolfgang was only as pampered as nathan—in terms of treats and toys—because he wanted to alienate kofi.

what a loving father! 😢 my dream father.

also, the "Angel and the Devil" is fictitious. scopolamine and anesthesia are real though. let's hope no evil person reads this and decides to make it 👀

vote or whatever, see if i care. 🌟