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Chapter Two
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7 C Chapter Two hen the harassment had started! Well, it did not just start immediately. He was a new breed, a new specimen being introduced into a new world, a world that was already occupied by the true occupants. He was a new animal being introduced into a cage that already had other animals and these ones a step toward wild. And like good animals there had to be that period of taking a step back to study the new breed, to sniff the new breed out and see what it was made of. But the period of sniffing around could never last forever, for after the observation was always the prodding… “So, what do we’ve here?” one of the three men looking at him asked smoking his cigarette and sitting on the rough floor, a look of strange eternal joy on his face. The three men looked like they were brothers, not that they looked alike or anything close to that, but something about them gave that air of looking like people who belonged together, people who had always belonged together. They were all thin, almost skeletal, with faces that were completely amused and enjoying everything that was happening around them. “Why are you here, Schoolboy?” another one asked smiling up at him, “Can I call you Schoolboy?” Jude glared at the man. “You don’t look too happy being here, are you?” the man said and the others laughed, “So, why are you here? Eh, Schoolboy?” None of your business! Jude wanted to shout that at the man’s face, but he could only glare at the man wanting him to see the glare and keep his distance. The man smiled jovially up at him actually seeming to enjoy what he was seeing on Jude’s face, “Can you even talk? I think he can’t talk. We’ve us a lady who can’t even talk,” that cracked them up as if it was the funniest thing on earth. “Don’t worry he’ll sing like a bird when the time comes,” the one with the cigarette said. T 8 Jude looked at the faces smiling up at him, faces that looked like they had not visited a barber in ages, and hated all of them. Couldn’t they see that he was not in the mood for any silly talking? That he wanted nothing to do with them, with the horror coming out from every angle of the cell? That he did not belong here? What was wrong with them? What was so amusing in here, in this hell? “Why are you here?” the man asked again, as gentle as before. “I don’t know,” Jude snapped finally, and it’s none of your business, just let me be. “He’s an angry lady, Chef” one of the others said and winked at Jude. “Don’t call me…” Jude started turning to glare at the man. “He can bite,” the one with the cigarette said and laughed, “I love them when they can bite.” “This one’s mine, Chef,” the other man said. “No way, she’s mine.” What’re they talking about? Jude asked himself starting to feel a cold in the pit of his stomach as tiny bits of ideas started to float into his head. He had heard stories about cells, stories that were… “I’ll decide who’ll have her,” the one they were calling Chef said, he looked like he was the leader. The Chef thought for a while and said, “You had the last one Fred, this one’s yours Nteh.” “No way, he’ll kill him” the one with the cigarette said, “You don’t know what’s between his legs.” “It’s not that big,” the man called Nteh said with a wink at Jude, “You can see for yourself, he’s just trying to frighten you. What I have here is just a small black snake that cannot do any harm.” He stood up and before Jude could understand what he was doing, the man’s boxer shorts were hanging below his knees. “See, it’s nothing to be afraid of,” the man said grabbing his manhood in his hand and showing it to Jude. Jude felt his heart miss a beat. Was this a joke? A sick joke they were playing on him? He wanted to scream, wanted to scream for help, but something told him that it would just be a waste of...