Fingers: You can't kill me!

Sanele: Ye wena nja (you dog) you think this is your mother's house?

Snakes: And why can't we kill you exactly?

Fingers chuckles devilishly, coughing out blood, Muzi and Ntanga had gave him some mean punches. He looked like an animal from a horror movie, his face was buttered up with blood, swollen and his lips were cut too.

Fingers: Because I know something you don't.

Siya: And you are going to tell me that something so your death is less painful.

Fingers: Msunu ka nyoko (Your mother's cunt)

He spits blood on the floor and then smirks. Siya keeps a poker face on. Sanele has been smoking a cig while Snakes has been peeling off an orange fruit. Fingers strapped on an electronic chair.

Siya: Light it up.

He commands with a sigh to Muzi who has his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattoos. Muzi was handsome and bulky. He looked intimidating and that's why Siya has him as the head of security and he also works at the club.

Siya puts his hands on his grey sweatpants pockets, his black tee tugging on his masculine torso, short sleeves revealing his tattoos from either sides of his arms. Muzi switches the electronic chair on. Fingers screams in agony. Siya holds his hand up and Muzi stops after a good five minutes. He raises a eyebrow to Fingers that says 'are you gonna talk now?' Fingers snarls at him. Giving Siya a go ahead to torture him more. Siya nods to Muzi to continue. It electrutes him for about 10 minutes more before he gives in.

Fingers' head drops low, no energy to go on anymore. He was an old man after all, there was hardly much he could endure.

Fingers: I'll talk, please stop.

He says between gasps, blood dripping down the side of his lip.

Snakes: Oh come on, no cutting dick or balls today?

Snakes whines throwing the remaining orange he was eating at Fingers's disgruntled face.

Sanele chuckles shaking his head.

Sanele: What is it with you and knives ndoda? (man)

Snakes: It's personal.

Then he shrugs. Siya slaps the back of his head chuckling, making Snakes scowl at him. He stands closer to Fingers's strapped body. Crossing his arms over his chest he looks at him expectantly.

Fingers: She's a twin.

Snakes: Ya! (hey) get to the point.

Sanele: I- I think that was the point.

Snakes raises his eyebrow, he nods in understanding as he retrieves his phone to play some game on it.

Snakes: Right, go on.

Fingers: Sino has a twin sister. Her mother, she was not her real mother.

Siya: Ever heard of a school? 'Her mother was not her real mother'

Snakes snickers as he keeps on tapping on his phone.

Fingers: Sino waa raised by her, she stole her. Her mother has the other twin. I don't know where they live, I swear that's all I know.

Snakes: Do you believe him? I mean how does he know this shit?

Siya: Yeah, you can do your stupid cutting. I'm out of here.

Sanele: Don't sell that shit bafo.

Snakes: Fotsek san, do I look like some fuckin cult leader to you, nx ng'jwayela kabi. (piss off)

Sanele laughs, him and Siya leave. They currently in the office of the butcher house. They shake off the steam with a glass of whiskey on rocks. Siya gulps his first glass and pours another one.

Sanele: This is fucked up.

Siya: Tell me about it, we need to find her real mother and her sister before she finds out about them, see if they know anything about her. I don't want her getting hurt by rejection.

Sanele sighs and nods in understanding.

Siya: Eh ndoda, I have a woman to please at home, you coming?

Sanele: Where? To your woman?

Siya: Uzonya! (you'll shit yourself)

Sanele: Next time be specific baba!

Siya: Mbali will castrate your ass, speaking of her, unjani usbali? (how's my in law?)

Sanele sighs, gulping his whiskey as well. They head out. Standing by their cars that are parked outside the secluded butcher house.

Siya: Yini manje? (what now?) did something happen?

Sanele: Nah, well yeah... Thing is, Mbali is the kinda girl who's all about the life of the party.

Siya: Ufun'thini ndoda? (what do you wanna say bro)

Sanele: I don't know, I mean I spoke to her about it. She thinks I'm trying to change her.

Siya: Well, are you?

Sanele: No, of course not, it's just that I'd appreciate it if she tells me beforehand about such things. I worry about her, especially since we live this kinda life.

Siya: Listen mntaka ma( my brother) usbali is young, she's ambitious, and she loves a happening vibe you can't really blame her for that. You fell for her because she's honest about who she is, she doesn't try to be a wife material for you cause she doesn't need to, she's already that without trying but she's also not hiding who she is or what she loves to do for you, because that's who she is and you fell for her and her ways right? So my very tall by default brother, just give her some time okay? She's a smartass gang mama she'll surprise you one day.

Sanele: Yeah you right, when the fuck did you become all Dr Phil on your boy?

Siya: When your boy was starting to lose the plot.

Sanele: Sende lakho uplot. (the plot is your cunt)

Siya chuckles, they get into their cars and Sanele rolls his window as well as Siya.

Sanele: Oh and Siya, default is your fathers dick.

Siya: You do know he's yours too right?

Siya laughs out loud and starts his car.

They both drive their separate ways.

Leaving Snakes to finish the job.

Snakes: Yah wena smunu ka gog'wakho (your grandma's cunt) Which part, do you think I should start with?

Fingers whimpers in his seat. He was currently moved from the electronic chair and placed on the normal chair. Snakes had various knives on the platter. Grinning at the very terrified Fingers. He thought to himself that this was gonna be fun, besides it's been long since he played around some body parts, he missed it.

Fingers on the other hand was scared for his life, he wished he hadn't taken the offer. He had a feeling that it was rather odd for a notorious gang leader to call him and want to help him, just for a mere exchange of taking care of business, which he could've asked anyone to do for him. But he was blinded by his greed for power and respect, also he oversaw the loopholes and regarded the offer as some new relation and trust. Little did he know he was falling into the lion's den.

Fingers: Bafo, ngiyakucela, ngeke ngitshele muntu, ngizo hamba ene ngeke ngibuye, ng'cela ungangi bulali (my brother please, I won't tell anyone, I'll leave and never come back, please don't kill me)

He pleaded. An exasperated Snakes, glanced down at his watch. He sighed, he really wanted to enjoy this but he also needed to release some steam.

Snakes: stop whining and just comply or this will be more fun for me, and I'll just take my time, which means more pain for you, yeah?

Snakes took a very sharp knife and without hesitating started cutting Fingers very naked body parts, like his balls and tossing them to a body eating acid. Fingers cried in despair, Snakes smirked. Exactly the sounds he had missed so much.

And in about an hour, Fingers was in pieces and tossed into the acid, their gang didn't approve of human trafficking, nor cult ways where they sell body parts for power and shit. Muzi and Ntanga had walked back inside of the room, they had left because they were too grossed out to watch a man being cut into small pieces. They cleaned the room and left the butcher house.

Snakes had no love of his life to go home to, instead had whores throwing themselves at him. He was a handsome, light skinned man. He had curly hair, he looked coloured but he was very much not. He was just conceived like that, but possibilities were there as he never knew who his father was. He was tall and broad as well, he looked fit. He liked to wear formal clothes, to him it didn't give away who he really was to the world, just let people assume. His personality was just calm yet screamed danger.

But today he was wearing just black sweatpants with black hoodie and black sneakers. He stopped by a hotel, after he called one of his booty calls. He strode inside, checked in. Walking to the elevator, he pressed the third floor, someone yelled asking for him to hold the lift.

He put his arm in order to stop the lift. A woman walked in, she looked troubled, in a rush to be somewhere, or running from someone. He wasn't interested anyway because to him women were poison, he wasn't about to be a victim of one. He had seen a lot of men cry because of women. The woman was too occupied to even look at him or at least say thanks to him.

She had a scarf around her neck even though it was not that cold, and she was dark in skin color, she had a big afro let loosely, she looked young. She kept tapping her foot, repeatedly in what seemed to be agitation. Snakes kept glancing at her. The lift finally chirped indicating the stop of the third floor. They moved at the same time going for the door, crashing against each other in process. The woman finally noticed the man who held the lift for him as he held her before she could fall. Snakes got enthralled by the grey eyes of the woman, which was the first time he'd seen a person with such eyes of this nature.

But he couldn't miss the pain in them, they looked like they had seen enough to send any normal person to a looney. The lift closed again, startling the woman who jumped a little and pulled herself up. She fixed her floral dress, putting her scarf in place. She stood upright.

The man in front of her was undoubtedly beautiful, the perfect jawline and brown eyes with nice haircut with curly little hair. He looked like something out of a movie. But his eyes were stone cold, his aura screamed danger, she'd know because she had experience with such men, so to her he was just yet another monster because he was a man. She looked away, glancing one more time at him before striding down the hall to her room.

Snakes looked at her back until she disappeared, he doesn't know why, but the pain he saw in those grey eyes made him want to know more about her, he wanted to ask her a lot of questions starting with her eyes, her life, he was so interested in her story. Which irritated him, why was he enticed by that simple woman. She wasn't even his type.

He wanted to follow after her but he didn't because again, he suppressed any emotion he held for any women, instead he checked out of the hotel and went to his house, not even in the mood for the booty call anymore, without even bothering to call and cancel after calling the poor girl at 2am only to ditch her with no warning. He kept asking himself, one question.

'How would anyone look so broken yet so beautiful?'