(PART 3)
Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.
The smell hit before the place did.
Then the sound.
Pigs Everywhere,
as far as these Eyes could look;
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We stopped near a dimly lit office.
“Stay in the car,”
I told him.
He didn’t argue,
or utter even a single world…!
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He was waiting outside.
Mr. D.
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I walked up to him.
Didn’t say much.
Didn’t need to.
A look was enough,
A gesture was enough to jog his memory and made him realise our connection…!
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His eyes shifted toward the car.
Toward Ravi.
Then back to me.
For a moment—
he smiled.
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A slow nod.
Accepting the deal.
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“Remember this,” he said quietly,
“you came to me in need of help…”
“And someday…
I’ll come to you.”
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Fair.
That’s how it always works,
isn’t it…?
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They took the bag.
No questions.
No hesitation.
Just another night for them.
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I handed him the knife.
“I owe you one.”
I said;
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He laughed.
Not loud.
But enough.
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As I walked back—
I could feel it.
Ravi’s eyes.
Burning into me.
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Not fear.
Not yet.
Something else.
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A realisation…
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[END PART 3]
Waakiye 
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