Normally, with little load they could take the long walk way with just three wheel barrows, which was a lot easier, but this time because of how much noise the truck was making, they had to take the short cut, to get to their destination faster, and also to avoid being noticed, but what they didn't figure out was that their doom awaited them patiently.
The night guards stood right in front of them, with their torches which announced to them that they were about to see the light.
Collins's heart began to trump so hard, you could almost hear the beats.
"Jimmy, escaping won't be a good idea, let's just drive to them and make up an excuse or something." He said to Jimmy with a tensed and a pinch of a peaceful guy's advice, but it turned out that Jimmy was more tense than he was, before he could finish his words, Jimmy had already reversed the truck.
" Now tell me what excuse does a slave want to give a milli, with the fucking milli's foodstuffs, in the slaves fucking truck, at a fucking time like this huh... Tell me an idea boy..... You better shut your fucking word hole up before I throw you outta my truck to go explain your fuck to them....." Jimmy said, with a glowering tone, while Collins just sat there with bug eyes, veins began to pop out of his neck, while screaming at Collins in a choleric manner, before they could say jack and Jill went up the hill, the truck had crashed into a building when Jimmy tried to reverse.
(Sunrise)
The sun had finally risen, it was such a long night awaiting the fate of the gang. Collins sat on the cell's floor, with his elbows on his knees, placing both of his fist on his chin while thinking of his Aunt
"Very sure my aunt would be worried sick about me hmmmmm." He sighed with the sight of his aunt's anger flashing through his thoughts.
Few minutes later, the prison guard brought them out to the public. The scorching sun shone on the bruises which drove around their bodies, they sustained them from the tortures they took while being forced to come clean. They were stripped naked, exposing their shame to the crowd.
" Good day fools (pause) this three fuck holes, were caught last night, while trying to escape with a truck full of foodstuffs...now what should we do to them." One of the enslavers said with a gun in his right hand, a sarcastic laugh around his face, and a cheeky movement while addressing the crowd.
Collins looked to his right side and saw his aunt gazing at him in such a woeful manner amongst the crowd, her deadpan look pounded on Collins's heart, causing Collins to believe that all she could think of him was a thief, and that he had forgotten all his upbringing.
Her thoughts were written all over her face, as they gazed at each other, conversing with their eyes.
All he could picture from that moment was " Collins, you are a dead man." And for the first time he wasn't considerate on getting an old school whoop on the ass from his aunt, all he thought of was his fate in the hands of the millis.
"Boa Mmm... Boa Mmmm!!!!" was the sound that woke Collins up from his thought, then the next thing he saw was Jimmy and Max, collapsing lifelessly on the ground.
Tears began to roll down his chin, not because of the death of Jimmy and Max, but because his fate would be just like theirs. He turned his neck back to his aunt, and saw her walk away, the reason why she did that was because she couldn't bear seeing her nephew die.
Tears rolled vigorously down Collins's chin, as he felt a sharp pierce on his heart, he couldn't bear the heartbreak anymore, he couldn't hold the tears which he forcefully pressed down into my chest, so he bursted out a loud cry which called the attention of everyone in the field apart from his aunt, who kept walking away as though nothing happened.
An enslaver walked up to him, squeezing his back neck with force, while lifting up his gun, attempting to shoot Collins on the head.
" Stop!!!" One of the enslavers yelled, almost at the same sound rate with Collins's cry, and immediately Melissa stopped and looked back at what was happening.
" The army commander at the south pole, is really in need of black bastards like this meat head, who will fight in the war, I think this one will do." the enslaver said. Going to battle was even more suicidal than being killed on the spot, Collins was Jesus Christ at that moment because it was finished. Melissa is seen walking towards the enslaver who pronounced Collins's death warrant.
" Clack!!!" Was the sound of his groins after Mellisa had kicked him hard in his area. He then held her on her neck, after pressing down the excruciating pain he must have felt after that kick, folding his right hand,while pressing them hard together as he raised it up to the sky and landed it really hard on Mellisa's face.
Collins struggled, attempting to break free from the grip of the guards, just to give the enslaver a piece of his right hand as well, but they increased their grip the more. The enslaver who punched Mellisa, sighted Collins struggling and noticed that he was related to her.
" So you know this one huh ?...!!!" The enslaver said with a popular smile on his face, the maniac kind. Collins didn't reply to his question, all he did was to glare at him with a murderous intent.
The enslaver took Collins's silence as a YES, then he signified some men to hold Mellisa down, while he unzipped his shorts. This gesture told Collins that the enslaver was about to do something extreme, he then struggled even more to get out of their grip, but this time one of the men knocked him out with a punch that landed straight into his skull.
Few hours later, Collins's eyes opened slowly as the sight of the environment looked blurry to him, he struggled to get off his back while squeezing his face in response to the headache he felt. Successfully, he raised his back from the ground, to sit upright.
Collins then looked towards the field and saw his aunt lying lifelessly on the ground. Immediately, he crawled towards her, and the next thing he saw was the cold hands of death resting upon her. He couldn't do anything else than scream a loud cry. She was raped to death. Collins's dark eyes turned darker as he held her right hand, dragging her down to the courtyard of her killer.
" What have you benefited from destroying everything I loved?" he asked with a woeful tone with tears still wetting his chin.
" How dare you walk into my yard to speak such blasphemy," the enslaver said while taking slow and steady steps until he reached Collins's standing position " well kid, I'll like to let you know that your aunt is the most sweetest bitch I have ever gone into." he continued while gazing face to face with Collins. Collins stood quietly and watched him yap. All Collins could hear from the enslaver was bla bla bla, he could only see a young man announcing his own funeral.
The enslaver kept blabbing on how he tasted his aunt, this boiled his anger. Collins's right fist was seen folding up tightly, he thought to himself " Collins, what the heck are you doing " the next thing he saw was his hands moving with speed, unto the face of the enslaver, which knocked him out cold.
He then saw himself pull out a blunt knife which was at his side, rushing towards the already unconscious man, and holding him on the neck, as he squeezed and stabbed him without control, until some men ran into the yard, dumping a baseball bat on his back head which made him unconscious again.
And that was all he could remember until this day, that was how Collins got himself into a tight situation that ended him in the circle…