Chapter three

The surprise was exactly what everyone in the room felt, especially Coumba and Khadim.

_ You? It was you who called them? asked Khadim, who was still struggling with himself to believe what Ndeye had just said.

_ Yes, it's me, she answered firmly.

_ The little kitten thought she had become a tigress from what I can see for having dared to do such an act.

_ Or maybe she was just tired of seeing others suffer unfairly.

_ Because you're not suffering maybe?

_ I don't know. Maybe.

_ I see. Now that our culprit has come forward, you can all go back now to your occupation.

_ As for you, little kitten, you're going to take a little trip to your favorite room which you seem to have missed: the torture room.

_ Ali, Djibril, come and take her there. By the way, don't fail to make her comfortable. I'm coming in a few minutes to take good care of her, he added to them.

_ Don't worry Alpha, said the first.

_ We will make her comfortable for sure, added the other one.

Ndeye was thus unceremoniously dragged away by Khadim's two henchmen, while the others went back to their cells or to their works, to be taken to the famous torture room she was used to.

It was a rather large room containing a multitude of tables with various instruments of torture ranging from the most common to the rarest, unreal except for one in front of which was the chair on which the victim sat to be tortured like an animal, most often to death by electric shock. The walls, which were initially painted white, had been repainted with the blood of countless innocent or non-victims to the point where the originally white color of it was barely visible. On the floor, in addition to the blood of these same victims, one could see eyes torn out of their sockets and decomposing, fingers, tongues, nails, and even sometimes other organs such as ears, noses, and many others more important such as liver, lungs, even hearts or rarely head that seemed to be present only to warn any human or wolf traitor who entered the room of the horrible and disastrous fate that he could taste at any moment at the hands of the master that was none other than Khadim or his men. But All these dark and disgusting details had, however, fortunately, or unfortunately, finished provoking in Ndeye any feeling whatsoever, for she did not even pay attention to them when she entered the room and just let herself be manhandled by Khadim's two henchmen who made her sit on the electric chair in the middle of the room before sending her numerous electric shocks to make her "feel comfortable" until she was nearly unconscious before leaving her alone.

She was still struggling ten minutes later not to fall into unconsciousness when she heard the door open softly. Khadim, without a doubt, had just entered, she guessed without bothering to turn her head, which was almost impossible for her because I

t hurt so much that she feared it would explode. After that, she heard no footsteps as she had expected to, which surprised her but also made her start to worry seriously. Khadim was indeed known to have a mind full of ideas and imaginations when it came to harming others, humans to be precise. Ndeye wondered what he was up to, for she was sure he had not left the room, for she had not heard or felt the door open or close. She didn't have to look very hard, however, because her train of thought was interrupted by a dagger that he thrust into her left shoulder, causing her to cry out in agony. He immediately signaled for her to be quiet, putting his index finger to her mouth, which she was quick to bite. She then held it between her teeth to tear it off if possible until Khadim stabbed her in the back. In pain, she freed his finger, which was bleeding profusely, before spitting out the blood that had flowed into his mouth and face. Then furious, he untied her from the chair before pulling her by the hair to throw her on the floor, making the dagger sink a little more into her back. He then came to remove it without any gentleness to plant it this time in the right thigh at the same time he planted the one torn from his shoulder in his left thigh. The combination of these two simultaneous blows caused such pain to Ndeye that she started to scream like a fool, causing her tears to flow and her body to tremble. Seeing her like this provoked in Khadim such an unhealthy and dark excitement that he made her feel through the tissues that separated their bodies by coming to rub himself against her, making her want to vomit, and urge that she repressed with difficulty, making him laugh.

_ Do I disgust you that much? Don't worry, I'll make sure to change that fact in a few moments, darling, he said stroking her gently.

He then suddenly took out a small, sharp knife and used it to make a long incision in her belly, holding her against the wall before thrusting it into the palm of her right hand until it went through her and into the wall. Ndeye, then subdued, Khadim did not hesitate to bombard her with blows until her vision blurred and she fell to the ground before tearing the knife from her palm without her even uttering a cry, far too weak to back away. As an artist in front of his ultimate masterpiece, he looked at her with eyes shining with satisfaction but also with a darker and unhealthy desire that made her shiver, inspiring a bad feeling. In no time at all, Khadim had shed his clothes and was dressed as Adam before coming to her to do the same with her clothes.

_ And now, the best for the ending, kitten.