His men moved fast, leaving him alone in the dim room. He sat there, plotting his next move, completely unaware that his own blood had already been spilled. I smiled bitterly watching him.
While he was busy planning, they found my body.
I had been lying in a pile of trash for days, forgotten, discarded. It wasn’t a search party or a family member who found me. No, it was a beggar man scavenging around for food, that led them to me. The smell was too strong to ignore.
A patrol officer heard the beggar scream for help and came to check it out. He wasn’t expecting to find a body, let alone one as wrecked as mine.
“Holy shit!” the officer muttered, pulling out his radio with shaky hands. “I need backup. Now.”
The place was swarming with cops in minutes. They couldn’t identify me right away. I was brutally killed and torture that my face was too damaged, and like the others, my hands were missing. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.
“Another one,” one of the detectives muttered, looking down at my lifeless almost naked body. “These guys are getting bold.”