The diamond on Sawer’s ring made scraping sounds as he brushed his palm over the wall. It was the Colour Room and he came here frequently for celebration. Little wonder why he had come that day. Why shouldn’t he celebrate? The president was killed, all the other governors and politicians who had thought they were partners realised they had been disposable pawns seconds before their heads were blown off, Reckdetteans who had thought they were invincible from the terrorists had now being invaded three times and the butchering was going to continue – only few of them who had private jets escaped the country. The apocalypse was on, everywhere was agog and the pressure was mounting on for everyone just the way he wanted it. The more chaos he saw and caused, the more internal calm he felt. That was why he was here to do the exact same thing as celebration. The Colour Room was in reality, torture rooms with each colour representing different forms of punishment and also different heights of pain inflicted on the abducted citizens.
He had passed the white room, the purple, the green and where he stopped was the blue. The doors leading into the rooms were painted in the colour that they were labelled. THE BLUE ROOM was written broadly on the wall above the door and after using his fingerprint, he pushed open the door that was brightly painted in electric blue. And it was not painted that exact kind of blue for no reason.
The soundproof walls proved to be doing a really great job because inside the room was completely contrasting from the serene exterior. There were the screams and shouts from the tortured people. The ground was a large drain and there was blood flowing underneath it and moving through the pipes to a sewer. All the tortured people were naked and were lying on beds with their heads placed closely to their heads, tied with stiff wires so that they could not move a nerve.
THE BLUE ROOM was where people were tortured with electricity. There were hundred people, both male and female stark-naked and there were about a hundred masked Gamma men with electricity tubes torturing them, burning their skin and more unbearably, letting them jolt violently as electricity ran through their bodies. They would be freed a little and allowed to breathe and scream and ooze out blood from their eyes, nose, mouth and ears endlessly until they had reached the snapping point and couldn’t struggle anymore. The torturers – The Gamma-men – always hoped it happened more hasteningly. People dying made their work easier and gave them less people to deal with.
‘Well, well, well’, Sawer said and loved the view he was seeing. ‘You are doing a great job there’, he said to one of the torturers who had just killed someone after increasing the electricity’s voltage, just to impress their master which he succeeded in doing. He moved around, looking at the tortured men loving their desperate struggles and their wish for death.
‘What’ve got here?’, he said as he walked to the side of the bed of one of the women being tortured. ‘She is a pretty woman’, he commented and gave a lewd look down the body over the woman. Although, her skin was blackened and filled with blood, he found her very arousing. ‘Wait a second’, he said to the torturer and raised his finger slowly, and placed it in between the woman’s legs. She was half-dead and was too weak to react. ‘Wow’, Sawer said as he got more interested by the feel of her vulva. He dropped the rest of his fingers on it and left it there. He took his other hand to the woman’s breasts which had been made sagged after repeated shocks on it, and clipped two of his fingers tightly around her nipple. He held it so tight that she jolted.
‘Oops’, Sawer said and collected the electricity tube from the torturer. He brought it down on her nipple and increased the voltage. The way her breasts jiggled against each other as the currents penetrated through her made him get excited and increase the voltage more until she stopped moving. ‘I think we need more life-filled people in here. These people have barely no lives’, he said wishing she would jolt more.
‘Master’, someone called from behind him. It was one of his personal guards – an Alpha-man obviously. ‘There’s an emergency’, he stated when Sawer faced him.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘I think it would be better if you come see for yourself’, the guard said and he followed him out of The Blue Room, cutting short Sawer’s enjoyment. He was just about to head over to another woman at the end of the room and touch her – the way he had done – to excite himself.
They walked out of the room and down the hallway that had different colour rooms’ entrances on both sides. The colours painted on the outside walls were so bright and stunning that a person could die of shock when he opened those doors to see the kind of gore concealed the padded walls. Sawer got into a vehicle that was going to drive him to his chamber just a few metres away. Everything still somewhere in the middle of Singalort. Explorers never went so deep into the forest to make it there and the very few ones who did would be made to regret the extent they had gone for discovery.
Two of the guards pulled open the gates of his chamber – a tower made of glass – when he got out of the vehicle. Sawer got into the elevator with the personal guard in his wake, too self-doubting to throw caution to the wind, he had to know what was going on. Once they had reached the top floor, he pulled open the door of his main parlour and as he placed his face up at the TV, he understood the severity of the emergency.
‘Only few of the guards were left to be able to tell the story’, the reporter said and the clips of Boorbunk with smoke fuming over it was on the screen, the bodies of countless guards and the total absence of any prisoner. ‘The escape was initiated by some two men recognised to be Humphrey Winslet and the other man whose face was not recognisable due to the mask he wore, who invaded the prison in disguise on the Tenth of November…’, Sawer turned away from the TV and faced the guard.
‘Who is the other man?’
‘We have found him out to be Dale Eagan’, the guard mentioned. ‘He and Humphrey were both extradited from the prison. But he was taken away much earlier. His height and blood type matched that of the invader’
Since the time the sniper had mentioned Dale Eagan, he had recognised something extra about him and he made a wonderful decision by killing him but what he wasn’t sure of was if ghosts could invade prisons and wear masks and from the image of the masked invader on the screen which he could see bleeding, if they had blood. He turned and faced the sniper he had sent to kill Dale – who usually hunted the exiled men.
‘I thought I sent you to kill him’, Sawer slowly said with a miserable look on his face.
‘Yes, I did. I thought I did’, the sniper replied, trying to stay composed.
‘You thought you did? Hmm’, he spoke to the guard. ‘I want you to track their databases and get where they are’
‘We tried to. The databases of all the prisoners were deleted after getting imprisoned since it will be useless anyway and we won’t be able to track him’
‘What do we know about him now?’
‘His name is Dale Eagan. He was extradited about a month ago’
‘Two months’, the sniper corrected.
‘Yes, and he is about twenty-two years old’, the guard continued.
‘He is just one of those sorrowed youths who think they can get so angry that they can upturn things’, the sniper said, making the whole situation seem flimsy and in turn, making his own offence of not actually doing his assignment well fade away.
‘Expect that he actually did’, Sawer replied and turned back to the sniper with a serpentine look that made him nod and face the ground. ‘Now, I want you to go and complete the job you started. Find him and kill him’, he ordered. ‘Now!’, he thundered and the sniper jarred towards the exit.
With only a few steps to get outside his apartment, Sawer pulled out his gun and punished him for his heavy mistake.
‘You, you, pick his body and clean that place up’, he said to two other guards in the room. ‘Now, I want you to get some other soldiers, fish the two fugitives out and bring them here alive. I think we’ve finally got some people to fill the black room’, he muttered the last sentence under his breath.
The black room was the last room in the colour room and the only empty one. Out of the little humanity he had in him, Sawer decided no one should be taken there because of the unseeable discomfort that would be caused on those held there. Only one person had been tortured and killed there. A 13-year-old boy.
He couldn’t wait for them to arrive in the torture room, he wanted to see their faces, he wanted to see how brave they truly were, he wanted to see how much pain they could resist. They would so wish they had never come back to Dexter.
But in the main time, he couldn’t help getting worried about the next havoc those men could wreak if they weren’t caught. He collapsed into his seat, breathing heavily, lost his celebration mood and so, wouldn’t return to the colour room.