The ride was long and bumpy. But Kay made it all the same. Despite the mosquitoes -- how many had bitten her already? Despite the weird noise coming from under the jeep’s hood -- let's pray it doesn't stop in the middle of nowhere. Despite the sun hitting her at full force -- it was the early afternoon after all.
Upon reaching the plantation, she spotted a guard and stopped to ask about Salvador’s guys. He pointed at the road leading to the next plantation -- so she shrugged and followed it.
Not five minutes later, at a clearing in the trees, she spotted two men messing with… a kid, he couldn’t be older than 12. … Her heart broke a bit. … But she reminded herself -- she had no choice. So she took a deep breath and got off the jeep. “Hi there, Salvador sent me to offer any help I could.”
One of them laughed at her. “No, he called, he sent you to follow orders. Now, this kid here. He’s a thief. Salvador wants you to serve justice.”
Kay smiled. There was a strange glint in her eyes. “Alright. What exactly do I have to do?”
The man grabbed the kid and threw him to the ground, while the second man offered Kay his machete. “Chop off his hands.”
Kay was… no. Surprised is not the word. She was almost thrown out of balance. That was quite a harsh punishment -- for what seemed like a petty crime. But she had no choice, she reminded herself. So she took the machete.
As one of the men had the kid already immobilized against the ground, she simply grabbed one of his hands and pulled. Then she struck. Hard. … A machete could cut through bone, but you had to hit it hard. And so, the first hand was cut off. The boy was trying hard not to scream, but he couldn’t help himself. At all. … It required lots of training to withstand that and not scream your lungs out, thought Kay as she reached for the second hand. … And she struck again. The boy didn’t scream this time -- he simply fainted. That was … better. No consciousness to actually feel the pain. … or so she thought.
The men were just laughing at the bloody scene. One of them opened the fly on his pants while the other glanced at her -- you just watch, try to stop it and there will be consequences.
Kay looked at him for a second, then looked at the boy. … She Had NO CHOICE, she reminded herself. So she yawned theatrically and watched the whole thing, her mind far from there -- a pair of blue eyes was all she could see. … Who would have thought the Devil had blue eyes, she caught herself thinking.
