As Mecca flipped the light switch, he appeared before Miamor’s eyes. Her vision was blurry. All she saw was a shadow standing in front of her. “What the fuck? I can’t see!” she whispered as she shook her head from side to side, trying to clear her vision.

“That’s the bleach eating at your eyes, bitch. I’m gon’ love killing you. I’ma torture you slow, so get comfortable,” Mecca threatened.

Miamor’s eyes fell to her thighs. She was naked. Her clothes had been stripped and she had a lot of tiny cuts all over her body. “What the fuck did you do to me?” she yelled.

Mecca didn’t respond, but instead he circled around her as if he were preparing to attack. He carried a long thick chain in his hands. It scratched the floor as he walked, making Miamor’s skin crawl from the eerie sound. Mecca brought the chain up and swung it with as much force as he could over Miamor’s body. A large red welt formed on her thighs where the chain had struck her, cutting her skin almost to the bone.

Miamor cringed in agony as her eyes ran with continuous tears. She was in tremendous pain. She could see the blurry hue of red blood on her legs. Mecca brought the chain down on her again, this time using more force.

“Aghh, f… fuck… you!” she screamed. She refused to give Mecca the pleasure of crying or begging for her life. For years she had dished out the same cruel and unusual death sentences. If it was her time, she wasn’t going to cry like a little bitch, but be a woman about her shit and go out like the killer she was. “Aghh!” The chain whipped her again, this time hitting her bare breasts and stomach.

“You’re not gon’ beg like your sister, bitch? Huh?” Mecca asked through clenched teeth as he hit Miamor repeatedly. Her bloody body resembled that of a runaway slave, and he found pleasure in bringing so much pain to the person who was responsible for his sister and mother’s deaths.