Please… Just Kill Me
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Time: 2:03 PM
Location: Siyal City, Himachal Pradesh
Weather: Clear skies. Blinding sunlight. No mercy.
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[Scene – Akhil on a city bus]
The bus rattled along the broken streets of Siyal, brakes screeching every few meters, horns blaring like dying animals. Dust clouds kicked up from the roadside stalls and clung to the glass.
Akhil sat near the window, his hoodie pulled low, his black mask covering most of his face. He watched the world pass, untouched by the sun's warmth. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the cold syringe hidden in his pocket.
> "Aditya... senior from middle school. Five-foot-four. Always skinny. Always smirking.
Used to say girls were toys.
Last I heard—he's here. Siyal.
I've got maybe 30 minutes. That's more than enough to destroy a man."
The bus jerked to a halt.
Akhil stepped off. The streets were alive — vendors shouting, children playing cricket near tea stalls, old women gossiping under banyan trees.
But to him, it was all white noise.
He walked fast. Past the fruit vendors. Past the yellow boards of closed government offices.
Toward the Siyali Mahadev temple.
Inside the courtyard, bells chimed softly. Pigeons fluttered.
And there he was.
Aditya.
Dressed in a cheap maroon kurta, talking to a priest. Laughing. As if karma would never catch him.
> "Still laughing?" Akhil whispered to himself.
He walked up behind him, the syringe hidden in his fist.
> "Hey," he said softly. "Remember me?"
Aditya turned. Squinted. "Who—"
Too late.
The syringe pierced his neck before he could scream.
Eyes wide. Muscles frozen.
Within seconds, Aditya's body went limp.
Akhil caught him before he fell.
> "Don't worry," he murmured. "We'll go somewhere... peaceful."
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[Scene – The Slaughterhouse]
2:47 PM
An abandoned paint factory.
Rust-eaten walls. Floor covered in glass shards, grease, and god-knows-what.
Sunlight streamed in through shattered windows, making bloodstains glow like rubies.
Aditya's eyes flickered open.
His limbs were tied — wrists crushed into iron restraints, ankles bound with copper wires that sliced skin.
Gag in mouth. Nose bleeding.
Shirt torn open. Cold air hugging his spine.
And in front of him: Akhil.
Still masked. Still quiet.
Holding a hammer like it was an extension of his soul.
Aditya mumbled. "W-Why…?"
Akhil leaned forward.
> "You don't remember?" he said softly. "Let me refresh your memory."
THWACK.
A hammer met his kneecap.
Bones didn't just crack — they screamed.
> "AAARGHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Akhil tore the gag off.
> "Speak now. Scream louder. I want the gods to hear what you did."
He threw the hammer aside and picked up something thinner — a screwdriver.
The long one. The rusty one.
He placed it carefully on Aditya's left palm.
> "You remember a girl?"
"She was you junior."
"You begged me to call her… said 'just for one night'."
"You laughed when I said no."
"You laughed when she cried."
Aditya's face drained of color.
> "I-I didn't mean— I was drunk—"
CRUNCH.
The screwdriver plunged through skin, muscle, and bone.
Aditya let out a scream that shook the metal walls.
A bird flew out of the rafters, startled by the sound of pain itself.
> "Drunk?" Akhil hissed.
"You were laughing when I cried too."
He took out the second screwdriver — this one cleaner, but sharper.
> "Two hands. One for each sin."
And he drove it through the right palm.
Blood spilled onto the floor like spilled paint.
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[Scene – The Breakdown]
3:12 PM
Aditya's arms were useless now. Hands pinned to the chair. Nails ripped off.
Sweat mixed with blood on his forehead.
Akhil stood in front of him, calm, as if watching a boring school play.
He pulled out a box of needles. Surgical. Thin. But cruel.
> "Ever had needles in your gums?" he asked.
Aditya shook his head violently. Tears dripping.
> "You will now."
The first needle went into the lower gums.
The second, through his upper lip.
The third, just above the eye socket.
Each twitch, each scream, each shudder — it fueled Akhil.
It quieted the voices in his head.
> "You liked making people feel helpless," he whispered.
"Now, you're a masterpiece of helplessness."
He picked up a scalpel.
> "One for every time you said 'she wanted it'."
Tiny cuts. Dozens.
Across the cheek.
Across the stomach.
Just deep enough to sting. Not deep enough to die.
Aditya cried. Not screamed. Not yelled.
He wept.
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[Scene – Same slauterhouse]
3:47 PM
The sun burned down on the ruined glass ceiling.
It lit the room like a spotlight in hell.
Aditya's head lolled. Lips broken. Teeth missing.
Every inch of his body throbbed with pain.
> "P-Please," he whispered through blood.
"Kill me…"
Akhil tilted his head.
> "No."
He crouched, eyes level with the destroyed face in front of him.
> "You begged me once."
"'Call her. Just once.'"
"You called it a joke.
She called it her trauma."
Aditya sobbed.
> "I-I'm sorry… I swear I'm—"
THUD.
A kick to the ribs.
> "Too late. You don't get forgiveness."
"You get... consequences."
Akhil walked to the back and returned with a drill.
> "No. No. Please. PLEASE. STOP—"
The sound of the drill filled the room.
But Akhil didn't use it on the heart. Or the brain.
He pressed it into the shin.
Right leg.
The whirring sound was drowned by screams.
Muscle, bone, marrow — all dust.
> "You don't deserve to walk again," Akhil whispered.
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[Scene – The End of It]
4:19 PM
The factory was now painted in red.
Aditya barely moved.
His tongue hung loose.
His eyes rolled back every few seconds.
Akhil poured a bucket of cold water over him.
> "Stay awake. I'm not done yet."
Aditya blinked slowly.
> "You're not a man anymore," Akhil whispered.
"You're not even a memory."
"You're a warning."
He leaned close.
> "And I hope you survive this."
"I want people to see you."
"I want mothers to whisper your name to scare their sons."
He stood.
Aditya muttered, barely audible—
> "I wish... I'd died... years ago…"
Akhil gave one last look.
> "You should've."
Akhil took out a blade .
" Open you mouth."he said.
Aditya knew what is coming. He shook his head .
Akhil caught it opened Aditya's mouth and cut his tounge.
"It is only for safety so you should not speak anything."he said.
And then he walked away.
His footsteps silent against blood-soaked concrete.
The rusted door creaked shut behind him.
Darkness fell.
And for the first time in his miserable life,
Aditya understood true fear.
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[Scene – Bhuntar Airport]
4:43 PM
John stepped out of the terminal, suitcase in one hand, phone in the other.
> "Bhuntar Airport. Clear skies. No turbulence.
But I feel something's wrong…"
He flagged a taxi.
> "Take me to Manali. Fast."
"And don't stop for anything."
The driver nodded.
> "Yes, sir."
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[Scene – Akhil's girl Outside Akhil's House]
5:02 PM
She sat on the front steps. Bag by her side. Hoodie zipped tight.
The sun began to fall.
> "He's not home…"
"But I'll wait."
She didn't knock again. She didn't leave.
> "Even if it takes all day and night… I'll wait."
The wind picked up.
A dog barked in the distance.
And she stayed — still, quiet, patient.
Just like Akhil used to.
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