Unfortunately, as the day progressed, they slowly came back to their senses. I had hoped that their psychosis would last for days after the drugs cleared their systems, but it did not matter. Although it would hurt more if they were awake, the results of my next project did not need them to be conscious. I hooked up the hose that was still in the room to a tank filled with hydrogen sulfide and released it into the room. In less than three minutes, the men lay unconscious on the floor. We turned off the gas and put our gas masks on, syringes in hand. Unlike the men who lay sprawled on the floor, I was no animal, and so I had prepared enough syringes so that they did not have to share. I, of course, had to resist the urge to use the same syringe and hope that one of them was sick.
We quickly injected the liquid Viagra into the men, ensuring that the dose was high enough to give them erections that would last for at least five hours. The drug on its own would have been harmless if they jerked off; however, if their erection remained unattended for a prolonged period, they would suffer serious damage to the organ. I did not have to physically break their dicks to ensure that they would never use them again. This was once again a favor to any female they met in the future, hopefully, they had had enough fun because they would never get the chance to do so again. Once all the men were dosed, we left the room after ensuring that we had properly aired it out. I did not want the gas to permanently put them down.
The rest day I lazed close to the water, admiring the waterfront and observing the ever-changing shapes and hues that were nature. Sunshine remained in the house, catching up on her chores; it was in her nature to keep herself busy. I had sent out the draft of my next book to my manager, but I had yet to receive any feedback, which was not unusual. It wasn't the first time I had idled away my day staring at the water, and at that time, only my body remained still while my mind wandered in different made-up universes providing ample entertainment. That day, my mind lingered in reality, and tried as I did to induce a fantasy, my mind kept wandering back to the present.
Maybe it was the beautiful blue and green hues of the glittering ocean that commanded my attention. Maybe it was the cool breeze made apparent by the unrelenting heat of the tropical sun. Or maybe it was the bubbling pleasure that had tripled since the first day we began working on our visitors. Whatever it was grounded me in a somewhat tolerable reality, or maybe it was the sweet and intoxicating haze of delayed justice finally being meted. My beach umbrella swayed with the breeze, which I found oddly comical. The umbrella had been permanently fixed into the ground, quivered under the slightest breeze, yet somehow stood its ground during storms. Of course, you could not use it as shelter in a storm, but the fact that it remained upright even when useless was amusing. This inanimate object and I shared some common traits.
Although I was thoroughly enjoying breaking down my sexual assaulters while using the appropriate amount of pain, I couldn't wait to be done with them. Anticipation bubbled up inside me at the idea of bringing my brother down. Although my revenge against him would not be as direct as the one I inflicted on his friends, it would bring me twice the pleasure. He was the architect of my defilement, and his sins far outweighed those done by his friends; they had merely been a means to an end. In the same spirit, I would use their downfall to send an unmistakable warning to my brother. Hurting my parents in the process was also a bonus. Despite my tether to reality, I stayed underneath the umbrella until the sun began to set, my mind swirling with my next plans.
I fell asleep watching as the three little piglets tried desperately to give themselves relief, but their chained hands made it impossible. Although six hours had already passed, their erections remained firm, and although they were already past the mark, every second that passed, the damage to their organ became that much more severe. I went to sleep with a smile on my face and sure enough, there were no monsters behind my closed eyes.
On the fifth day, Sunshine and I left the house, closing all entry points behind us. Although there was almost no chance of someone discovering our visitors in the basement, we left nothing to chance. We both went our separate ways; each one of us was tasked with a different role. As much fun as we had torturing the men, the most important part hinged on how good a job we did today. I took solace in the fact that Sunshine hated crowds just as much as I did. There was no chance of either one of us getting distracted by the temptations of the civilized world.
After a full day of gathering and organizing supplies, I finally made it home tired but satisfied. The car that Sunshine had taken was already parked in the garage. As soon as I walked into the living room, I was welcomed by delicious aromas that had my stomach grumbling as a string of saliva slipped past my open mouth. The familiar smells of chapatti and beef pulled me towards the kitchen where Sunshine was setting the table. I was overwhelmed with gratitude, given that I had not had a single bite since morning. Sunshine acknowledged my presence with a smile, but I went behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. By this time tomorrow, everything that mattered would be back in its rightful place.
We went to bed early since we would be busy before the break of dawn. No sooner had I closed my ears than the alarm blared, yanking me from sleep. I threw the stupid device against the wall, hating the unreasonable hour it had woken me up, but I resisted the urge to go back to sleep. We had to finish everything within a restricted amount of time if everything was to go to plan. I opened my door just as Sunshine opened hers, looking just as disgruntled as I was. After knocking them out by feeding chloroform fumes through the pipe, we set to work. We wore our plastic suits and gloves before hosing them down and dressing them. We made sure to soil their clothing with their vomit and urine that was stinking up the room before spraying them lightly with water again.
Throwing them down had been a lot easier than pulling them up, even with the help of a trolley. After forty-five minutes, which seemed like an eternity, we managed to load them all into the rental car that we had before we went to bed. Sunshine had picked a white and inconspicuous minivan with a fake number plate, which she had leased from somebody she knew. I did not question her about her friend, and she did not question me about my under-the-table chemical supplier. Ours was a relationship built on trust born from mutually assured destruction. We drove for over an hour, grateful for the empty road until our destination finally came in view.
Sunshine quickly moved into position after securing her gloves, holding one of the men against the door. Speed and precision were of the utmost importance. It would have been faster if I had helped her, but I did not want to move and risk getting captured by any camera around. My extended black cap and black mask were my only disguises, along with more masculine clothes, a play into the stereotypes linked with his sort of crime. After an agonizing five minutes, our cargo was successfully dumped, and we peeled out of the location.
We then drove around for an hour and finally went into a restaurant with underground parking and no cameras in the parking lot. We took the stairs past the ground floor to the first-floor bathrooms. After quickly discarding our disguises and putting on dresses and wigs, we left the restaurant through the front door and took a taxi home. We occupied ourselves with anything and everything that we could, resisting the urge to glue ourselves to the television for any news of their discovery. Sunshine decided to spring clean the house, and I took my laptop to the beachfront and began typing the first chapter of my book. My book had my attention for not more than thirty minutes before it wandered as reality began closing in on me.
Despite wanting to get lost in my daydream, my fantasies could not hold a candle to the anxiety that was slowly building up in my guts, making me nauseous. I contemplated joining Sunshine in doing some physical labor, but I was sure my help would only be annoying to her. When it came to house chores, a rabbit would be a more useful alternative compared to me. So I sat in my chair and willed the crawling time to hasten its speed. After three eternities, the sun finally began its descent at around six fifty in the evening. It was as beautiful as ever, but my eyes were unfocused and my mind did not have enough space left to appreciate the beauty of that day's sunset. We would learn of our fate in the next ten minutes, which was why, even though I had been waiting all day, my feet dragged along the sand, my entire body feeling suddenly weighed down by consequences.
Sunshine was already in front of the television when I finally made it into the house; in typical Kenyan fashion, advertisements were playing on the TV station. They would spend the remaining two minutes running them back to back until it was time for the news. If it were any other time, I would never tolerate anything longer than a thirty-second advertisement, but that evening I found myself wishing they would run for longer. When the countdown to that evening's news began, my heart rate picked up with every passing second, so I was on the verge of what felt like a heart attack by the time the anchor came on. After her customary greetings, she decided to put us out of our misery.
"Early this morning, three young men were discovered along a dirt road behind shrubs in the Shakahola area. The unconscious men were taken to a hospital while the police began their investigations. The preliminary visit to the victim's home revealed a history of drug abuse, which was confirmed by the tests conducted by the hospital. The police commissioner had this to say on the matter."
"When the three men were discovered this morning, we assumed it was due to foul play, given their condition. In the course of our investigation, we visited the victim's homes, and in all three houses, we found various illegal recreational drugs. We recovered Cannabis Sativa, LSD, Psilocybin mushrooms, and Viagra. The hospital found traces of these drugs in the three men's systems. Although further investigation will be conducted, this is a case of our unemployed youths indulging in drugs, wasting away their potential. There has been a spike in the number of drug abusers in the country during the past few years. This is a problem that must be handled by both the government and the community."
We both sat still and silent as the anchor moved on to other news. Our plan had worked and we were on the clear. Nobody had seen us dumping the body, or else they would have come forward. I had taken the initiative to leave evidence of drug abuse in each of their apartment. Getting their addresses would have been the hardest part, but we had their phones and they had the Taxi app, which had their addresses.
Once the evidence was planted and we had a generic vehicle with untraceable plates, our dumping operation was underway. A witness could still show up, given the publicization the case had gotten, but even then, identifying us would still be challenging without a vehicle plate or a physical location to refer to. The victims themselves had not seen me or Sunshine even once during their ordeal, and any discrepancies in their testimony could be explained away with their history of drug abuse. They would not go to jail, they had parents who were too wealthy for such an outcome. I needed them home anyway for the finale.