UNNAMED FREEDOM

"Dascas Powman." A heavy bodied man in a security attire called out.

"Present sir." Dascas Powman a man looking like he is barely twenty five years of age replied.

"Badu Buntu." The security man called out again.

"Yes, !" An old looking man shouted he was Badu Buntu. If you took a look at him at first you would mistake him for a thirty year old man but actually he was sixty years old. He had taken good care of himself by staying fit. A big black man with a terrifying voice with a scratch on his neck.

Badu Buntu, is a known figure. He was famous during the reign of President Muok. The president used him to assassinate the opposition politician to keep himself in power. The likes of Poot Kaguta, Hom Mboya among many others were assassinated for the greedy man, to continue ruling the country.

It was inside an old messy prison that was used by the whites when they invaded Africa. It was actually built a century ago by one of Europe's largest engineering company at that time. The Prison's architectural design was unique nothing similar to those you see around Utembete that look like kennels. At the heart of Forest Kibilu where it was known of deadliest animals that prey on human flesh. It was believed that there is no way one would escape from there, if he misses the guards he can't dodge all the lions. Prisoner's here were brought through choppers. Most of them were either politician or diplomats who the government was afraid that their accomplishers will try to get them out.

"Luke Macey!" The security man yelled.

"Yes sir." Answered a young man.

"You are so skinny, would you manage this place?" The security man asked then laughed he took out a cigarette and blew it up.

"He will manage, he gotta be a man. Isn't it little buddy?" A black giant said with a terrifying voice.

Nobody said a thing.

The Officer after finishing calling out the register turned and left.

"Officer ," Buntu called and the officer turned to look, " don't forget to bring me my medicine!" Badu Buntu shouted.

"Yes, sir" the officer replied and he left.

'But how does an officer call a prisoner sir? Is he crazy? Or are they the norms of this prison? Or is it because of his previous authority?' Luke macey was disurbed by this questions all through his mind. It was his first day here he thought he should not trouble himself with all these questions.

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At the yard,

Luke Macey was sitted on a bench. It was his first day here, he knew nobody here. He sat alone as he was looking around. He saw a basketball pitch and some of the prisoners were keeping themselves busy by playing the game. Badu Buntu was sited on a bench on the other side of the pitch near the fance that separates the yard and the prison. He was reading a maroon covered book.

Suddenly, all those playing basketball stopped. There was a tall black hooligan trespassing the middle of the pitch. It seems he is respected here as the play was abandoned to let him have a swift work. The man wore a black t-shirt with some red spots on it, a grey khaki trouser and a black gedion boots. He walked straight up to Luke Macey. Everybody was staring at him, they looked like they feared him very much.

"Are you Luke Macey?" The hooligan asked.

"Yes, i am." He tried to figure out where this man learnt his name from.

The hooligan pulled Luke by his Shirt an punched him hard on the face.

He understood that was what happened to every prisoner on the first day in prison. Though he never expected it, it came his way, the pulling was extraordinary that it left the other prisoners, stranded none of them understood what was going on.

Badu Buntu was watching from far as he perused through the pages of his book. To him that was something that he was used too. The bully in the prison is known all over the world, mostly if one was taken to prison, the first thing he would come across is the bully and the sexual assaults, many die, but those who survive, they become tougher maybe more than there before. Luke would later in his life right the book about his first day in prison, he named it unfriendly.

"My boss wants to see you." The hooligan said to Luke. " I think you should follow me." He continued.

"Who's your boss?" Luke asked.

After that question another hot punch landed on his face. He felt weak and was down on the floor. The hooligan carried him on his shoulders and took him away. Luke was bleeding, he fainted due to the hard strike and the bleeding.

Ten minutes later he saw himself in a room with ten to twelve people all looking weird. He was made to sit on a chair with his hands tied behind him.

' Didn't do anything and i found myself inside a prison. Now people that i don't know have taken me a hostage. ' He thought of how he was a hostage inside a prison.

' The prison is a place where kidnappers are taken does it mean their business continues in here?'

As he was thinking a fairly old looking man entered the room. He didn't look like a prisoner. He was guarded, he was Ontor Muok, a former powerful politician. He was so famous everybody through the world was familiar with him. He was ousted as the country's president after the country went on a three months demonstration after his long term in office. The foreign governments intervened, countries like Nectis sent their armies to bring peace. Ontor Muok could later be captured and detained. He was there on charges of murder and corruption. He is also said to have defiled his subordinates during his reign as the country's president. How could Luke fail to recognize him?

" I have been studying you for a while young man and i can offer your freedom if you can deliver what i ask of you." Ontor Muok said to Luke.

Luke was so afraid he even didn't look at him. He nodded politely.

"I hope you know me, I am a man of my words and if you agree to do something for me then this prison walls will no longer be in your mind. You are going to be free." He continued promising.

Luke reminisced about his days before he was captured by the police forces. How he was spending his time with his girlfriend at the beach of Morimbori. How happy he was, then as he was going back home he was arrested and charged with attempts on terrorism. Luke was innocent but could not be able to defend himself. The law found him guilty and he was prisoned to the highly protected prison in the country.

"Young man am talking to you!" Ontor Muok yelled. His facial expression changed he frowned. Luke who was lost in deep thoughts of his passed days, looked up with his face full of fear.

"I am ready, sir!" he replied even before knowing what he was supposed to deliver. He was trembling in fear, he was really frightened that his conscience couldn't work at that time.

"Good, good, good." Ontor Muok said leaving.

Luke's eyes followed every Muok's step as his heart counted them. He saw Muok speaking to two guys while pointing at him. The two guys expression changed. They looked fierce and upon Muok's leaving they started approaching Luke. One of them was fastening the chain in his hand while the other one was holding a pliers in his hand. What are they going to do? Didn't Luke agree to their bosses term? Why were they looking like they would cause trouble on him?

"You need hardening." Said one man who wore a black t-shirt with a gun label in his chest. He had a tattoo of the word revolution on his neck. His body was well built and he had a fiery look.

"I need hardening? Hold on guys why am i not understanding you? Could you be clear please? Who are you?" Luke was shaking like a leaf after hearing that they were there to harden him.

The two laughed as one patted Luke's shoulder. Luke looked at him, he had no shirt on him and wore a brown khaki trouser, he was a tall mascular dark looking man. He clenched his fist lifted his hand up high and let it land on Luke's face with speed and strength. Luke plus the chair that he was tied on went down.

After a few seconds blood was everywhere they untied Luke and made him stand. Luke was weak and could be seen trembling.

"Aargh!" Luke whimpered.

They took him to corner where there was two poles next to each other. They unclothed him, Luke was left naked. They tied his hands to the poles in a manner where he could make a plus sign while stand.

Luke had actually witnessed that done to a reporter in the television sometimes back never did he thought it would ever happen to him.

"You wanted to know us, huh" the hooligan in a black t-shirt asked.

"We are the Punishers." The other one answered.

The guy in black t-shirt took a bucket of cold water that was placed at the corner and poured unto Luke's body. It was cold water maybe at negative two hundred degrees Celsius, Luke started shivering immediately. His teeth were rattling . After noticing this the punishers started laughing as they exchanged high fives among themselves. Lukes fear increased he trembled too much. He was just a university student who had never been tortured there before how could he not be feared?

"I think i love it when i see them tremble in fear." The punisher with the black t-shirt on exclaimed.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Luke asked.

No one answered his question instead the punisher with no shirt on took a chain and lashed on Luke's back.

"Aarg! Aaargh!" Luke squalled .

"Hahahahaha." Both the punishers laughed.

The one in black took his plier and said, " Hey, mister Luke can u please open your mouth, i wanna count your teeth. Isn't it big brother? Is that not what i do?"

"Let him know you are a dentist too." Said the other one letting out a devilish laugh.

Luke did not understand and as they were laughing he never took their words serious, maybe he never heard as his mind was concentrated on feeling the pain. He was still a man he had not dropped a single tear.

"Did he ignore you little brother?"

"Definitely big brother, could he have respected his mouth could be wide open by now." He said.

"That's disrespect of the highest order. How could he?" Asked the punisher in a black shirt. After that he whipped Luke thoroughly untill he was tired. Luke showed his weakness for the first time tears flowed down his cheeks. When a man shed tears it is a symbol of weakness. He had already been weakened by the pain how could he not shed tears? This man had whipped him till he couldn't do it no more.