crying.
‘I said hush ya fockin’ noise!’ he shouted over his shoulder in a voice that was dripping with rage.
Shandy stopped dead her noise and began to whimper like some kinda lick up dog. Dread I hated all forms of weakness. Hated listening to bitches bawlin’. A loud grainy voice in his head was telling him to go carve her up like a melon and leave her to bleed—it was the voice that’d lost him a million dollars and a million soldiers, the voice that once put him in a cage, the voice that acted first and considered consequences only when it was too late. The voice that
writhed
in the pleasure of inflicting pain any chance it got. Dread I learnt hard over the years when and where it was okay to listen to that voice, when to let it decide his fate, and also when to tell it to hush the fuck up.
It were nah
that
voice that built up a golden empire.
Right about then, he chose to ignore it ’cos the rocks on the table were burning amber, glowing with that same recently recurring image like a film on loop—a silhouette whispering in his ear, informing him; an all seeing eye absorbing information and relaying it for his ears only.
Dread I understood. He could see with a lucid clarity what the rocks were trying to tell him; that this bitch on the floor was gonna be an important piece in the revival of his falling empire.
His Babylon Empire.
He turned and faced Shandy, hands on hips. He stared down at her with dark, obsidian eyes. ‘Now, mi gonna aks ya some questions, ya hear?’ he told her in a cold, emotionless voice.
Shandy nodded her head feverishly, her brown eyes bulging out of her skull like golf balls.
Dread I picked up one of the rocks he dashed down on the table and held it in the air for Shandy to see. He then began to roll it in between his thumb and index finger. ‘Why you nah come see me no more?’ he asked in a more easy-going tone.
Shandy’s eyes rolled like crazy as if she were desperately seeking a quick fix answer from somewhere in her surroundings; the walls, the ceiling, the floor. But there were none available.
Dread I jumped over to her. He roughly pulled the gag down from her mouth, leaving it to dangle around her neck.
Shandy began breathing short and sharp, but still she didn’t speak.
‘Why you and no one else come see me no more? Huh?’ Dread I asked again in an even softer tone, juxtaposing his actions.
Shandy’s chest heaved. She went to speak, but she choked on her tears, making nothing but nasty guttural sounds. She shook her head at the same time, pleading with him to leave her alone. But Dread I wasn’t going to let her off lightly. He was desperate. Everything he’d built up—all the blood, sweat, and tears—was burning down around him like he was Nero. But he wasn’t prepared to just stand there and fiddle. He kissed his teeth hard just as a mad rush of anger surged through him, his face screwing up into a snarl. He bent over and grabbed Shandy by the hair. She let out a soundless scream, her vocal chords betraying her.
Dread I twisted the hand gripping her hair making her face turn up to meet his. ‘Why mi boys coming back with mi product and no money to give?’ he asked, loud and angry this time.
Shandy just shook her head in reply, trembling with terror.
‘Tell me!’ Dread I shouted as he yanked her head left and right. ‘Tell me, ya fockin’ whore!’
Shandy just continued to cry, unable (or unwilling) to answer.
‘
Fock dis!
’ Dread I spat before he dashed her back down to the floor with an angry grunt. She hit the carpet with a soft thud. She immediately rolled over and tried to crawl away in desperation. But her tied up limbs couldn’t take her far. Dread I chuckled to himself as he watched her try and crawl away like a baby. A contemptuous smile hung on his scarred face as he casually reached in his combat trouser pocket and pulled out a blackened glass pipe.
He blew out any dust and shit clogged inside it, then looked down at Shandy.
‘I said hush ya fockin’ noise!’ he shouted over his shoulder in a voice that was dripping with rage.
Shandy stopped dead her noise and began to whimper like some kinda lick up dog. Dread I hated all forms of weakness. Hated listening to bitches bawlin’. A loud grainy voice in his head was telling him to go carve her up like a melon and leave her to bleed—it was the voice that’d lost him a million dollars and a million soldiers, the voice that once put him in a cage, the voice that acted first and considered consequences only when it was too late. The voice that
writhed
in the pleasure of inflicting pain any chance it got. Dread I learnt hard over the years when and where it was okay to listen to that voice, when to let it decide his fate, and also when to tell it to hush the fuck up.
It were nah
that
voice that built up a golden empire.
Right about then, he chose to ignore it ’cos the rocks on the table were burning amber, glowing with that same recently recurring image like a film on loop—a silhouette whispering in his ear, informing him; an all seeing eye absorbing information and relaying it for his ears only.
Dread I understood. He could see with a lucid clarity what the rocks were trying to tell him; that this bitch on the floor was gonna be an important piece in the revival of his falling empire.
His Babylon Empire.
He turned and faced Shandy, hands on hips. He stared down at her with dark, obsidian eyes. ‘Now, mi gonna aks ya some questions, ya hear?’ he told her in a cold, emotionless voice.
Shandy nodded her head feverishly, her brown eyes bulging out of her skull like golf balls.
Dread I picked up one of the rocks he dashed down on the table and held it in the air for Shandy to see. He then began to roll it in between his thumb and index finger. ‘Why you nah come see me no more?’ he asked in a more easy-going tone.
Shandy’s eyes rolled like crazy as if she were desperately seeking a quick fix answer from somewhere in her surroundings; the walls, the ceiling, the floor. But there were none available.
Dread I jumped over to her. He roughly pulled the gag down from her mouth, leaving it to dangle around her neck.
Shandy began breathing short and sharp, but still she didn’t speak.
‘Why you and no one else come see me no more? Huh?’ Dread I asked again in an even softer tone, juxtaposing his actions.
Shandy’s chest heaved. She went to speak, but she choked on her tears, making nothing but nasty guttural sounds. She shook her head at the same time, pleading with him to leave her alone. But Dread I wasn’t going to let her off lightly. He was desperate. Everything he’d built up—all the blood, sweat, and tears—was burning down around him like he was Nero. But he wasn’t prepared to just stand there and fiddle. He kissed his teeth hard just as a mad rush of anger surged through him, his face screwing up into a snarl. He bent over and grabbed Shandy by the hair. She let out a soundless scream, her vocal chords betraying her.
Dread I twisted the hand gripping her hair making her face turn up to meet his. ‘Why mi boys coming back with mi product and no money to give?’ he asked, loud and angry this time.
Shandy just shook her head in reply, trembling with terror.
‘Tell me!’ Dread I shouted as he yanked her head left and right. ‘Tell me, ya fockin’ whore!’
Shandy just continued to cry, unable (or unwilling) to answer.
‘
Fock dis!
’ Dread I spat before he dashed her back down to the floor with an angry grunt. She hit the carpet with a soft thud. She immediately rolled over and tried to crawl away in desperation. But her tied up limbs couldn’t take her far. Dread I chuckled to himself as he watched her try and crawl away like a baby. A contemptuous smile hung on his scarred face as he casually reached in his combat trouser pocket and pulled out a blackened glass pipe.
He blew out any dust and shit clogged inside it, then looked down at Shandy.
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