The dark twisting road provided a lot of intrigue and excitement. Stippy had some party music booming out of the car stereo. It was one beast of a car, a Maroon colored 2007 BMW M6 capable of hammering the road at almost 500 horsepower. While zipping effortlessly on the empty stretch of road like a snake…the ambient lighting of the dashboard was the only sort of illumination inside the car , mixed with the music gave a surreal feel to the events taking place inside.
What was happening was already surreal, it didn’t need the additional effect. They were all in a surreal state of existence. Stippy had too much to drink, and snorted too much coke. As for the girl…well he met up with her she was already on something, maybe just booze maybe more.. he was too distracted by her rack to care to know. She was also quite responsive, flirting with him all night, all she was looking for was a good time, maybe even she’ll give him what he wants in the end if she feels he’s earned it. She thought she can get herself out of any sticky situation because she’s done it many times before, with more adept men. Despite that, she might have not been that attracted to him as much as she was attracted to the burgundy leather seats of the car, the car itself, and the good times this Stippy can provide. She’d probably cross a few lines if she'd have to, all for the sake of pleasure, all for the sake of keeping this going. He’s fun.
Stippy was the needy type, however in return he’d give a lot, not because he cared, but because he had a lot. And what he was giving didn’t mean that much to him anyway. What’s a few thousand pounds of daddy’s easy money in exchange for a great night?
His neediness got him impatient. He wants that girl, he’s overloaded with desire. She’s not really that special, he just had a thing for female flesh, especially when it was trashy, it gave him instant feelings of superiority, the cornerstone of male sexual dominance.
He parked the car on the side of the road, under a pair of looming trees. He didn’t even pause at the girl to look how willing she was. He just turned the volume knob on the Harmon Kardon system that came with the car to drown the car into the mood, and just lunged at her chest. After he instantenously gratified his urge, he gave more attention to her needs, and started kissing her aggressively while not getting his hands off her 36Ds. With the both of them drowning in music and pleasure, the moaning and the involuntary vocalization attracted the attention of a nearby watchman.
The watchman yearned for a day like this. He heard of similar encounters happening to his peers, where the “boy” as they’d always refer to them would pay his way out of the debacle of getting caught with his pants down, sometimes the payment was quite rewarding. He remembered how Shabaan a few plots down boasted how he got 200LE off a kid in a Sephia. That’s half a months pay in 5 minutes.
The unnamed watchman got his trusted Naboot, and relentlessly went for the side mirror to scare both the living and dead daylights out of the so called “lovers”. After hearing the exhilarating effect of expensive glass and plastic shattering, he slammed his palm onto the windshield and yelled,
The muffled sound from inside the car emitted a sudden shriek from the girl.
Stippy could barely make out what the watchman said
“يا ولاد النجسةََ إيه الفجر ده فاكريني قرطاس هنا ولا إيه”
Stippy panicked, and hit the gas pedal, he didn’t realize the tree that was dead on a collision course with the right headlight. He realized it after he hit the tree and felt the sudden inertia of 200 bhp stopped by an inanimate solid immovable. He shifted into reverse and the engine roared. His escape didn’t go as smoothly as he expected, he felt a sudden bump from the rear, and then he felt like he ran over something. He had an instant to review and assess the situation, too brief to realize the gravity of the situation, yet long enough to make a good decision about it. His thoughts resulted in one conclusion. Escape at all costs. He resumed his reverse and felt something brittle crunch under the tires. He didn’t stop until what he ran over was in a pool of Xenon light in front of him.
It was the watchman.
He stared at him for what seemed like forever. Until he saw him move. The girl beside him was in hysteria and tears. He opened the door and went into the pool of light to examine his doing. The remains of the watchman were still writhing in its final minutes. His chest was caved in as if it were inverted, and something was awfully wrong with the resting position of his right leg on the asphalt. You need to have no knees to rest it in that position. Blood was being coughed out of his eyes and nose, and seeping from behind his eyeballs onto his cheeks. The blood on his face and chest was mixed with dirt.. the left half of his face was drenched in the mix you can barely see his skin.
His eyes reflected the Xenon light straight intoStippy’s soul, he shivered. And realized what he had to do to help the man.
Stippy reached for the mans trusted Naboot, and went down on his face.
With every beat, he felt the man screeching on the inside, he knew he had no breath to let out the screech. The man gasped for a final gasp of air. Stippy directed the next seven blows to his chest, which let out any air in the mans now-failed lungs exit his mouth under spits of blood and drool.
The last three blows were directed to the mans skull, which now terminally caved in.
When he was done, the girl was seated on the ground next to him, with her knees by her chest all folded between her arms, with her own hair glued to her cheeks by an abundance of tears.
She gasped for air drastically. He gestured to comfort her. He approached her only for her to push him back yelling “leave me alone you murderer!”
The word got to him, however he wasn’t really realizing what was going on…the cocaine and the Jack Daniels made him Euphoric, he felt like a Monster, and nothing can stop him from his work. Not even a crying girl pleading for her life.
He left the scene with screeching tires, ruffling the dirt and broken glass, Naboot nestled beside him on the passenger seat. As for the girl…
Well she laid next to the Watchman, face down with one shoe on her foot, the other less than a metre away, choking on her own blood, her last moments of consciousness uttered the following:
“ أشهد أن لا إله إلا ألله و أشهد أن محمد رسول ألله”
