Friends with Breakup

 

Friends with Benefits Breakup

 

Prelude:

People come into our life accidentally, give us unknown happiness and just when we think they will be a permanent presence in our life and begin to cherish every moment with them, they leave us unannounced – giving us a heart break. And when they leave they take a part of us with them. And should we move on or take revenge for their heartless act? I decided to take revenge!

Rishi had his hands and legs tied – eyes covered and mouth stuffed with an old cloth. He was trying to break free, and trying to scream, but we heard only a moan.

“I so badly want to kill him, right now, right away” Harold said, as he tightened his grip around the knife he was holding.

“No Harold, hold on. If we kill him, he will die in just a minute. Do you want that? Don’t you want him to endure the pain that you went through? So, let’s not kill him. But let us give him such a punishment that he curses himself for committing that mistake and leads a painful life all his life” I stopped Harold.

“I know Samar, but this is so frustrating, you know. No human should go through what I had gone through and this will be a lesson for anyone who is planning to commit a crime like what this asshole has done.” Harold continued.

“I know. Let’s do it” I said and went close towards Rishi.

Harold held the knife tight in his hand as he approached Rishi. Rishi sensed that we were closer to him and was profusely shaking his head either side, asking us not to punish him, begging us to stop. It was so satisfying to watch him react so. Harold didn’t waste much time and proceeded to cut off Rishi’s manhood, slowly and vigorously. Rishi was shrieking in pain, blood was oozing from the cut. There was so much anger in Harold’s face, he screamed at the top of his voice, as he finished his task and threw away the cut off portion. Rishi’s body was shivering in pain. He was constantly shouting at the top of his voice, but since his mouth was stuffed with a cloth, no sound came out – except for painful moans. He was withering, holding on to the ropes tighter, shaking off his body, but he could do only that. He had to endure the pain… all his life.

Harold then proceeded further and went closer to his face. He slowly removed the black cloth that was covering Rishi’s eyes.  It was filled with tears. Rishi was crying uncontrollably in pain.

“Do you see anything in these eyes, Samar?” Harold ask me.

“Guilt and pain. Nothing else” I said, looking at his big black eyes.

“Do you find these sexy or appealing?” Harold continued.

“I am straight, Harold. I see only fear and tears in his eyes!” I replied.

“Me too” Harold said and in one quick swing, pierced the knife on to his right eye, dug it in well and scooped Rishi’s eye ball out. Rishi couldn’t take it and continued to scream in pain. His body was about to give up, no longer able to withstand the torture and pain.

I never knew Harold and I would become such sadistic punishers, but revenge is sweet when served in cold blood with the help of a knife in your own hands.

Harold proceeded to remove Rishi’s left eye too. He then began to pull off Rishi’s beard with his bare hands. When he couldn’t remove all the beard, he cut it with his knife and left behind Rishi’s face as a mess.

“That should be fine” I tried to pacify Harold.

“No, I want to make him a quadruple too!” Harold insisted.

“No, Harold. This is enough. We have caused enough damage and this is enough for him for his life time. “

“I don’t feel like any of this enough for him at all Samar.  I feel so much pain and betrayal” Harold got emotional. “It’s all because of this moron. I feel so devastated. I have lost peace in my life. I would feel good only when he dies by my hands” Harold said and was about to stab Rishi.

“No Harold” I prevented him. ”Listen to me now. This is enough.”

“Alright, but I just need to do one more thing” Harold said and proceeded towards Rishi’s forehead and started to inscribe that name using the knife.

There was too much of blood loss. Rishi went unconscious.

“Do you think he will survive?” Harold asked.

“He mostly will. We have to drop him in his apartment on time. Hopefully they could save him” I said.

We both acted swiftly, untied him, carried him to our car and drove quickly to his apartment in Bangalore. It was 2 AM, the streets and roads were almost empty. We reached his apartment, the security was half asleep. We pressed the horn and he opened the door. He didn’t ask us any question as we were in a car. We proceeded in and drove further. We reached a corner where no one was there, threw off Rishi from our car and silently moved out of the apartment. The gates were open and the security wished as we left. If only he knew what we had done!

I was imagining the reactions of people when they see Rishi, especially the reactions of his wife and son - to see him stark naked, without his eyes and manhood, lying in the pool of blood, in the middle of their apartment. Rishi’s son regards him at the highest, wonder what would be his reaction to see his dad in that state. Rishi also seemingly loved his son a lot. Well, things weren’t going to be the same! If you commit a crime, you deserve a punishment. And above all to see what Harold had done to Rishi’s forehead – engraving Abiruchi’s name in it!

Abiruchi!