Redemption

"You've been sentenced to death by the court for several brutal murders. Any last words Mr. Blair?" "Weak, they were just weak. Redemption needs some sacrifices", he grinned menacingly.

His eyes were cold and evil, his body radiated a loathsome aura. The cops approached him hesitantly, even they were reluctant to touch the man. The court was silent. Instead of being glad, the country took a sigh of relief. His slick hair, broad grin and stout stature were now synonymous to barbarity. The cops left him respectfully inside the cell, as terror has always commanded more respect than capability. His cellmate approached him slowly and whispered, "Why?" The walls echoed by Blair's demonic laughter. The cellmate retreated few steps, cursing his own curiosity. It was amusing how such a normal man could emanate so much dread.

The cell was silent again now.

The cell mate resorted to try going back to sleep in his bunk, meanwhile creating as much distance as possible between him and the monster. After few minutes, a deep, croaky voice resonated. "Pain, pain, pain. It's the key to Pandora box. It's Prometheus' fire to humanity. A curse and a boon. The flame that purifies everything. Turns brittle iron to tenacious steel and weak will to obdurate determination. How could I keep this bounty unknown to human kind?"

The cellmate turned to face him. He was interested and confused but couldn't muster up the courage to interrupt him. Blair took a deep breath and said," It all began 5 years ago. I was an insignificant man, living an insignificant life. I revered in luxury left by my parents, jobless and worthless. I drank all day and whored all night. It all started with just a slight pain, which I neglected at first, but it soon turned unendurable. In short, I suffered from Peronei's disease. Confused? My penis got defective. Due to excessive intercourse, it was now bent like a twig. The pain was extreme. I couldn't pee without uttering a cry of agony. I was advised to have a surgery. My genitalia was a priced possession to me and I could burn my house down to get it working. So next day I was in a hospital gown lying down in the theatre while the hot nurse administered me the general anesthesia. I told her, 'See you on the other side babe.' Her disgusted expression was the last thing I saw before I passed out, hoping things to go perfectly. Soon I woke up, or so I thought. I heard the doctor say, 'Peel out the muscle from there as well, it's vital for shafting. We will sew it right there, he won't feel a thing.' I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like my eyes were completely numb. I tried to move my fingers, limb, just to do anything but my body refused to cooperate. And then I felt it. The Pain. My crotch was on fire. I could feel every tear, every incision. I could hear them giggling while they tore muscles and stitched them on my penis. I wanted to tear my vocal cords down by screaming. I wished to die, but that was perhaps too easy. Any description couldn't describe the pain that I felt. Let some mice nibble on my penis, puncture it with some needles and finally burn it to crisp. It still wouldn't be that bad. The surgery went on for four hours and I took a drive to hell and back. When I woke up and poured my heart out, weeping, the doctor replied, "Must be Anesthesia awareness. Happens in 1 out of 1000 cases.

The body remains asleep but the brain feels everything. Nothing to worry, you're all right now." Nothing to worry. These were her words. Yet it changed me. Some therapists told that the sheer trauma burned down my mental wires, some called it PTSD, but I call it pure enlightenment. Pain opened my eyes. It pulled me out of my miserable life filled with whoring and drinking. All I wanted now was to make this divinity known to the world. I kidnapped 8 rich, spoiled brats, tied them, chopped off their dicks and sprinkled aprotinin all over it so they don't die due to blood loss. I gave them all a chance to survive. A simple task- survive for 3 hours without passing out, just feel the pain and be enlightened. To rise out of their ashes like a phoenix, pure and enlightened. They all were weak, couldn't endure the pain. Their shrieks were so satisfying, like the sizzle of acid over a dirty sink. When the cops arrived, this is what they saw. The children begged me, at first to leave them, then screamed at me to kill them. I just sat there, smiling, reading my Bible. The cops, judges, they all helped me to spread my message to the world. Only pain can help us. Intolerable, extreme PAIN. Only it can bring us the much required Redemption.'

The cellmate turned over and closed his eyes. Sleep was nowhere now in his eyes. Only pain.