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"Please, Gert," Konrad said gently touching his friend's cheek, "if you ever set foot here and catch a glimpse of my face, you're not getting out of it alive buddy, you know that….. i’m sure you’re smarter than that”
Gert squeezed his eyes shut, and with tears streaming “My Goood !! Please save me!”
Konrad, who had been smiling, suddenly transformed. His face turned tense. The eyes blazed with anger, and the lips were pressed into a thin line.
The rage was so intense that his face became completely unrecognizable.
“THAT GOD AGAIN !!. YOU SURELY AN UNRECOVERABLE DEFICIENT PIECE OF MEAT !”
Konrad walked slowly towards Gert, who was tied up and crying even louder as Konrad got closer. On his way, Konrad picked up his electric rod and bent down to meet Gert’s face.
“I had a little bit of regret making you suffer like that tonight, now, I don't.”
Took a last look at his face then continued:
“Hear me well. The only gods you will have WILL BE US !!”
Gert’s screams kept raisonating inside those dungeon's alleys. Then bit by bit disappeared until only a metal rod hitting raw meat was heard.
Outside, Everybody was happy.
Outside, it was a cozy Ramadan evening In Marrakech.
Unhumanist · Politique et sciences sociales
