His Merciless Revenge – A tale of regret

Prologue

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Author’s POV

“What will we do with him?" a man asked to other, eyeing at the boy writhing in pain in the corner of the dark room, his body bloody and bruised from the abuse they had inflicted on him over the past one week.

They got orders to kill him a week ago but they were psychos to get pleasure from his pain so they did every heinous thing to him that no one could even think of doing to a seven-year-old child.

He was breathing slowly with his partially opened mouth with tears running down from cheek to the dirty floor. He felt nothing but pain.

He wanted to run away from these horrible men but for him to move even a muscle was enough to send a wave of a raw pain into his already bruised body. He had nothing to eat or drink for a week except the beatings and his painful tears but a determination roared through his veins like blood that one day he will definitely avenge the death of his family.

“Why should we kill him when we can make some money from him? We have taken the share of our pleasure, why don't we sell him now, I know a man who so is in such small kids and will pay us hefty amount” other excited man eyeing him menacingly and added taking steps towards him "But I want to feel once what pleasure these this little fucking bastard bring out to me."

“What the fuck, are you going to fuck this little bastard” he scrunched his nose in disgust, he would jump into it, if it was a girl despite of age but it was the boy which was repulsing him.

He didn’t reply just made his way to the little boy before pulling him up by his arm while his lusty eyes wandering to his lower part “I will definitely.”

He dragged him into the other room without resistance as his butchered body was too weak to fight but series of heart shattering screams boomed throughout as the little boy was raped brutally by that disgusting shit of man before he was sold to other sick piece of men who turned out to be even more psycho and vicious than them.

He raped him day and night for the next four months, using him as a punching bag to vent out his anger and frustration until the night came when his darkest journey began and he was reborn as the devil.

He tried to escape several times but every attempt ended up in the dark room of the basement but his spirit was still high to free himself from this hell.

"Strip Little bastard, suck me off” he slurred stroking his cock in his hand ranking his eyes over him disgustingly making him shudder slightly but he was too drunk to the notice how he was clutching his t-shirt from the back side as if he was hiding something.

“Crawl to me” he walked to him but stopped as he demanded pointing at the floor with evil smirk playing on his face which deepened as he slumped down on the floor with his bruised knees winching in pain but he didn’t shed a tear today like other day as today he will enjoy his melodious crying  when he will show him the monster they had created.

He pressed his lips hard making them bleed to stop whimpering himself while crawling to him slowly who was enjoying every second of his misery, chuckling, full of mockery.

He spread his fat thighs widely to show him his arousing dick which made him scrunched his nose in disgust but he held it with his little fist moving his fingertip slowly on it while he was peering at him from the corner of his eyes to see him, throwing his head as he started stroking the way he liked.

“Fast” that man grumbled shaking his head in pleasure unaware of what was coming for him.

He was waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce on him which he got the moment he throw himself on the bed.

“Suck m…… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” a heart wrenching scream tore up his throat as a sharp and intense pain shot in the crotch area along with some wetness dripping from there.  his pained eyes drifted towards him still sitting on floor, he had a blood dripping dagger in one hand and his shaft in the other but what scared the shit out of him was the look in his eyes, it’s so dark and sinister.

This all happened very quickly, before that man could do anything or call anyone to help him, he leapt at him like a tiger and the next moment stab his throat twisting dagger menacingly making it more brutal and painful for him.

The old man’s body was writhing in pain but his pain which had taken the form of anger was far from being quenched, he wanted to torture him more, a series of painful screams echoed in the room as one stab after another pierced his body. His screaming in pain quietened down after a few minutes as life slipped out of his body but he was still not satisfied, he wanted more.

 “It's not enough” he mumbled through gritted teeth as his eyes roamed over his butchered body. 

“Boss, what's going on inside?” A frantic voice echoed from the other side of the door with a loud knock sending a panic signal to his mind that he had to run away from here quickly before they caught him but not before doing last thing.

He held his fistful hairs lifting his head stabbing the dagger into his widely opened eyes gouging them out of their sockets.

He looked at his eyes balls in his palms before thrusting them into pocket as the knock started becoming violent and the way the door was shaking it could break at any time. 

He marched near the window before jumping down from it but he screamed in pain as something sharp cut the soles of his feet, blood pouring of it but his body jumped in active mode as he heard a loud bang followed by several panicked voices “Boss”

 “Boss”

“That bastard killed the boss”

“Catch him he might not have gone too far”

He ran ignoring the piercing pain in his sole.                                                               

“Catch him” his heart thudded in his chest making him more alarmed as he heard them shouting which doubled his speed while his legs were bleeding leaving blood trails of his footprints behind him.

They could trace him by his blood prints but he couldn’t do anything except run as he knew that this time if he was caught, they would torture him until he dies and he couldn’t die now, he had to avenge for his family.

“There he is” panic rushed through his body as he heard them so close.

He just ran without glancing back at them but he could hear their footsteps which were getting louder with every passing second indicating the decreasing distance between them.

He was running in any direction his legs would take him but suddenly with a blow something heavy collided with him throwing him back onto the road and slamming his back against the rough concrete which made him shriek in pain, a lone tear slipped from his eyes as he tried to get up, his arms outstretched only to fall on something metallic.

He held it tightly in his fist getting up to find an injured man lying on his stomach, moaning in pain while his eyes shot to the metallic thing in his hand which was nothing but a gun, a strange glint flickered in his eyes as in reflex his fingers wrapped around its grip with his index finger hovering over trigger.

This was not the first time that he had seen a gun but it was the first time to hold it, today he realized what this small thing could make him, the courage he felt surging inside him.

“Here he is” his eyes darted towards them to see three men standing with the end of the alley. They were also his molesters who raped him many times with their boss. His painful screams echoed in the back of his head making his grip tightened on the gun as a wave of raw rage hit him hard, his pain and suffering turned into deadly fury.

He felt a strong urge inside him to kill them while the injured man’s eyes fixed on the little boy while trying to get up but he failed every time.

“You bastard” they bellowed marching at him without noticing the gun in his hand, he hiding behind his back while his hawk eyes were pinned on them like a predator and his hands raised swiftly to shoot them without blinking his eyes as they reached at a distance from where there was no possibility of him missing his target before they could understand anything.

The boy lifted his other hand with three open fingers as they fell on the road, writhing in pain.

It was too sudden and shocking for them that the kid whom they had been crushing under their feet for four months shot them and where the fuck he got the gun but they swallowed sharply the look they saw in his eyes was so dark and intimidated that made their soul to tremble.  

His eyes turned to a darker shade as his lips pulled up into a menacing smirk, pointing the gun at the first man who was shot in the shoulder and shot him straight between the space of his head closing one finger which turned into fist as he shot the other too while gazing their body with some kind of psychotic fascination before a hand reached his ankle to hold him making him point the gun at the direction to find the owner of the gun staring at him while mumbling “h…..help m…me. They a….are after me”

He thought for a few seconds before dragging him to the darkest corner as he heard some gunshot which was indication for him that the men after him was nearby. No one could understand the importance getting help in difficult times more than him which he never got it

He made him sit in half siting position with his legs spreading long before him and his injured back pressing on the wall but his dropping eyes was fixed on the boy who was staring at him with sceptically while trying to stop his wounds bleeding but nothing helped as they were too deep.

“Who were those men??” his voice shook with the pain burning him.

“Bloody molesters” he didn’t know why he told to a dying stranger but he felt like pouring out.

"Where has he gone??” some voices boomed from the other side of the alley making them alert

“I need to take us to a safe place” he blurt out wrapping his arm to his shoulder to help him but he shook his head pulling his arms away “no I don't have time, I've lost a lot of blood so I won't be able to do it and if they see you with me you'll be in danger too."

“So, what do you want me to leave you here alone when a few minutes ago you were asking me for help" he scoffed at him, pulling his arm so he could help him up but his weight was too much for his small body and that too when he was not helping him. 

“I need your help but not to save me but to deliver it to my boss, Tapish Raichand” He took out a key chain from his pocket placing it on his palm.

“The king of mafia” he nodded telling him the address and giving him all the money he had. Till now he did not know where to go but now he knew what he had to do.

"Now leave before they see you with me" he shook his head how could he leave him dying but after his prescience he decided to go as he was also not safe here, he had killed Ajmad Khan and three of his men while many of his men were searching for him. 

"What's your name?" He asked him last question to get "Rajan Sen"

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