Chapter 6: Redemption

Marvin and I went into my room. He sat me down, and he just started crying. I asked him what was wrong. He sat down, and explained that night he knew everything that was going on. He just didn’t say anything because he did not want them to know he knew what was going on. He was begging for my forgiveness because he did not say anything. I told him that I can forgive you, but you have to tell me everything that happened that night. He explained to me that the night they made everyone consume the alcohol, he had an extra bottle of vodka (or what had seemed to be vodka) laying around in the house because he saw them earlier that night. While everyone was consuming the spiked alcohol, he was chugging what they thought was vodka was actually water. He then went back to earlier that night when he said he saw them at this abandoned warehouse. That must be their private meeting spot where no one knows. Stephen’s naïve ass always thought he could get away with anyway. They met up at a warehouse to discuss the plan of who they wanted to get with and why. My entire time while he was telling me everything, I was trying to figure out why they were handpicking particular people for their organization and doing all of this crazy shit? As he continued to tell me everything, I had notice that each individual person they picked had similar background stories that everyone could relate too. What they were doing was picking people who were vulnerable at their time of weakness, put them through all of this trouble, drug them, and treat them as their own sex property for their own benefit. This was some of the sickest shit I had ever heard. At that time I was not thinking straight. I was upset, frustrated, and I did not have anywhere to go. My next question to him was, “What happened the night after I left?” That’s where it got interesting. He said they had them to give each other filatio, pass them around from member to member, and doing some of the sickest shit ever! All he could do was breakdown and cry. I had to comfort him. He did not know what to do. A lot of these people do not have the strength like I do. That’s when I knew I had no other choice but to take matters into my own hands. Marvin told me that he wanted to speak up when all of the rumors went down about me, but when he saw how everyone was coming at me, he backed down and went with the crowd. What I needed for him to do was to continue being on their side while I start to make my rounds. He snuck out of my room, and we pretended like we never had that conversation. After he left, the University contacted me and told me that they did not have any liable evidence about everything that went down and that they had to put this investigate to a screeching halt. I was over the campus and the police at that point. It was like they didn’t even give a fuck about my feelings, what I was going through in my mind, or even be considerate about the circumstances. But it clicked in my head. The whole time Stephen was setting me up, he was paying off the investigators so that it would cover his ass being that they all were members of the organization. As I pieced everything together, that’s when in my head I had to make some bold moves. I went to the store and got some supplies. I got a butcher knife, a gun, duct tape, gloves, and operation tools from the hospital, and some all black attire. I took the notes and the list of names and went missing in action for a couple of hours.  It was time for me to do what I needed to do. It was later that night when I got up packed my shit, and went to the warehouse where they were. I had to keep time of when who was who and when they would arrive. I had to crawl into this tree like I was this James Bond agent just so that I could hide and no one could see me. There was the first person on my list. As soon as he stepped out of the car I threw a bag over his head and knocked him upside the head. I tied his hands and feet together and drug him to the warehouse and tied him to a chair. He opened his eyes and saw that it was me. There I was just looking into his eyes. He did not think that someone like me would pull off such a move like this. I told him that his friends would be here in a second. He had three minutes to tell me why I should not slit his fucking throat for what they did to me. He could not say shit. I never seen a big tall six foot man being so scared in my life. I did not care. For all the hurt they caused me, it was my turn to get some fucking satisfaction for a change. It was too easy for me to cut him up. I wanted him to die instantly. As he was getting ready to move, I tied a rope over his neck, and tied it to the ceiling. Now who’s the faggot? You are pissing your pants because you are scared now. You have exactly sixty seconds to tell me why did you do that to me? All he could do was beg for his life, but it was too late at that point. All I could hear was the flashback of the humiliation and torture running through my head like I was a mad crazy person. I kicked the chair from under him, and watched him hang from the ceiling. It was one of the best feelings of my life. The person who hurt me can’t hurt anyone else. I wrote a suicide note like it was him, and I heard a noise. So I ran and hide behind this abandoned closet that was in the room. I heard those excruciating laughs that haunted me daily. It was the crew and my supposed pledge class brothers walking in and looking so shocked. OMG! What the fuck man? What do we do? He killed himself. Why did he have to kill himself? He had so much to live for. Those other two motherfuckers were so oblivious to the matter, they did not even realize what went down. As one turned his head, I grabbed the other one and drug him in the closet. I told him if he yelled, I would snap his fucking neck! There was only one guy left in the warehouse. He was looking for his friend. I was not letting him go that easily. I tied him up and put a bag over his head. I told him if he moved, he was good for dead. I still felt pain from everything. I had to do what I had to do. As the other guy was walking through the warehouse. Ugh bruh, don’t scare me like that. Bring your ass out. We don’t have time to be playing with you. We have to fuck with the new guys. I wanted to wait and let temptation get to him, but I was too upset to care. I took a crow bar and hit him upside the head with it. I tied him to a chair and waited for him wake up. I poured some water on him, and told him to watch up bitch! It is time to play. I want to play a game of sixty seconds. He had sixty seconds to tell me everything I needed to know or else we started cutting into body parts. I asked him why they felt like they need to sexually abuse people who were vulnerable. Fucking with people at their weakest point in life is not cool. He tells me he doesn’t know what I am talking about. I cut his ear off. He is screaming, and I am loving every second of it. Let’s try this shit again. Why did you need to lie on me just to cover your own ass? He told me that he was envious of me. Why would you be envious of me when you don’t know me.  He couldn’t give me a straight answer! I started to cut into his legs. I have something even better. Let’s do this since you like to sexually abuse people. I turned him over and ripped those pants off. There was a long pole that laying in the warehouse. You have one more try, and that’s it. Why would drug someone and rape them? It felt good to hurt people because I was hurt. I cried. He didn’t realized how you doing that could hurt someone. I took the pole and I raped him with it like he did those guys that night. After I got done with the torture I made sure that it was shoved through his posterior out through his mouth. He died on instantly. Now you know what it is like to feel pain like that bitch! You just don’t understand how it felt to be at peace because I know the people who hurt the people around me could not hurt me anymore. I took the bodies, and burned them to ashes. There’s was still one unfinished thing I needed to do. There was one person who I needed to find and talk too. You guessed it. Stephen’s ass! But I had a nice trick for him. I managed to sneak into his room, and I grabbed some items I knew that was important. I grabbed his cell phone, bed sheets, etc. for my own personal use. All I needed was something to help me out with this master plan I had running through my mind. After I got everything done, I managed to put everything back in place, and leave the building where he was staying. I texted him from one of the guys’ phone and said meet me at the warehouse tomorrow night at around two in the morning. He didn’t think nothing of it. He said he would be there front and center. All he wanted to know was everything ok? I texted back and said no. I need your help with something. It is about to go down! Once the message was sent, I knew this was going to be something to be ready for.  I had to face him, and tell him how I felt. It was clear that we went from friends to enemies just that quick. After I had got rid of the bodies, I went back to the undisclosed location just so get ready for what was about to happen. Karma is a motherfucker and it was about to get Stephen in ways he would least expect it.