“Do you need me to come over?” He didn‟t
care about what the time said. “No, I was
thinking about seeing you and explaining
things to you first. Will you be free by
tomorrow evening?” “No problem. Do you
know Baker‟s Café?” “Yes, somewhere in the
middle of town?” “Very good. Be there by 5:00 p.m. tomorrow or do you have anywhere else that might be convenient for you?” “I think
Baker‟s Café is alright. But I will only be able
to make it by 5:30 p.m.” “No problem. Take
your time. I will be waiting.” He dropped the
phone. He didn‟t know things had gotten this
bad. He wished he could just reach out and
help Brenda right away. Well, this was what he
had been waiting for.



He would not relent in making good use of the
opportunity that had just presented itself that
evening. He picked up his cell phone, switched
off all electronic devices in his sitting room
and went into his bedroom. He couldn‟t wait
for tomorrow. He must be careful in handling
Jane; he must make her trust him. That night
he prayed that Brenda‟s situation would not
be beyond him and hoped that he would be
able to help her. He didn‟t know when sleep
took over his consciousness. Brenda was
reaching out for him in his dreams. * * *
Throughout the next day, he was again made
to stand in the sun with nothing on, and he
was very tired and famished when nightfall
came.


Hence, when he was pushed into Sean‟s cell
afterwards, he could not even glance at his
scared cellmate let alone look for the hidden
camera the guards had threatened to put in
the cell the day before. He just grabbed the
plate of grub they‟d placed on the floor for
him and swallowed the food with his hands.

Now a bit more oriented, he lay back on the
floor and studied the other occupant of the
cell. “Hello, Sean…,” he nicely began. “Hi, Nim-
Nimrod…!” whispered the scared man. “We
meet again…my friend,” he added. “Just don‟t
faint on me this time!” Sean was younger than
Nimrod, and had a girly air about him. A
behavior he had never seen as a bad omen all
these years, until now, that is. It had led the
older man to him in the first place, and he
wasn‟t ready for a repeat performance of that
crazy experience they had together the other
day. “W-Why did they bring you here?” he
suddenly wondered. “So that we can be better
acquainted, Sean,” was the sarcastic reply as
Nimrod smacked his lips. “Don‟t you like me?”
There was no reply to this. “Okay…,” he
resumed, crossing his legs, “let me tell you a
bit about myself, Sean…that way you will get
to know me better, aye?”
No word came from the other man‟s mouth
and this enraged him. “Aye?” he bellowed.
“Aye!” let out an unnerved Sean, his knees
buckling as he tried to stay standing. “Good,”
his new cellmate went on. “I am vindictive,
Sean, and do you know the meaning of the
word?” “No, sir…sir!” “It means I am vengeful
and spiteful, Sean…it means I‟ll get you before
I leave this place for what you did to me,
Sean!” “But…,” began the other man.
“But what? You made me go through hell for
two days, man!” snapped Nimrod. “Or didn‟t
you hear I‟m a psychotic killer? Didn‟t any of
the other prisoners tell you that? Don‟t you
know my reputation here?

I don‟t just love the act of killing; I also have
a sadistic tendency which makes me inflict so
much pain on my victims before killing them! I
get so much pleasure from the sound of their
painful cries, Sean, the way they plead and die
slowly!” “But…,” resumed the sweating Sean, “I
never told them about us! You – you must
believe me!” “I don‟t believe you!” snapped
Nimrod, turning to face him. “You must know
I‟m a very organized person, Sean, and hardly
makes any mistake in whatever I say, think or
do! Therefore, I don‟t believe you, „cuz I think
it was you who spilled everything to the
guards!”
He stood up and drew nearer the poor fellow
cowering at the cell‟s corner. “Don‟t think I‟m
abusing you, man, cuz you‟ve seen nothing
yet!” he coldly whispered and the latter
swallowed hard, sweat freely pouring from his
face. He was even beginning to whimper. “I
grew up in an abusive home, Sean. I hated my
father just as his own father hated him when
he was alive! I had an elder sister who ran
away from home before she was twenty, and
you know why? Cuz my father took so much
pleasure in beating us kids back then! Sadly,
when my sister eloped with a stranger, he
concentrated all his beating on me!” Sean was
now crying freely. “Oh, please…!” he begged as if for his life. He couldn‟t stand the torture
anymore, but his tormentor was drawing even
closer. “The old man will beat me for every
little mistake and sometimes, he‟ll purposely
make me provoke him so that he can beat me
again, leaving so many scares on my body in
the process!” continued Nimrod as if he was
deaf. “My mother was a drunk and never cared
about what was going on at home.


She would watch her husband almost
strangling me to death, and then leave the
house to come back late and very drunk!” “Oh,
please…!”