The Son-in-law's Revenge

Chapter Three

Elijah woke to the feel of cold water on his body. He opened his eyes and tried to adjust his vision to his surroundings, but everything appeared to have been turned upside down. He tried to move his legs but he was unable to. Elijah glanced at his unmoving legs, and what stared back at him was the ceiling. 'What the hell.' A puzzled look crossed his face.

He tilted his head to one side, then to the other side. Then it dawned on him that he was hanging upside down from the ceiling. He opened his mouth to speak up but what came out were mumbled words. A silver tape had been used to cover his mouth. He tried to speak again, but more incoherent words came out. He was about to try again when he received a snack on the back of his head. 

"You are awake," a familiar voice said. 

Elijah became aware of the footsteps circling behind him. When the person finished circling, he stopped and appeared in front of Elijah. It was the face of the man Elijah had seen Bianca in an intimate position with. Elijah inwardly scolded himself for finding himself in such a position. He regretted letting his anger get the best of him. He was in this situation because of a woman. A woman he did not really love, but had once thought he would find emotional fulfillment with along the way. He cursed the very day he had agreed to his grandfather's terms.  

Elijah was brought back to the present as the man in front of him started speaking again.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked, but Elijah remained silent. He simply stared back at him.

"Oh well, I would be surprised if you did, because you can only know the likes of poor, hungry individuals like yourself. Now, do you think you can lay your filthy hands on me, and get away with it? You this pathetic representation of a person."

The man extended his hand to the side, and one of his men handed him a thin, long metal rod. He glanced at Elijah and said, "For every punch you landed on me, I will repay the favor by tripling it. How is that?" 

The next thing Elijah felt was the rod against his body, as the man repeatedly swung at him. The cold metal drew out a sound of pain and suffering from his lips. It touched almost every part of his body, including his legs, his tummy, and arms. He groaned out in pain, squeezing his eyes and clenching his teeth as the rod landed on him. His breath quickened with his elevated heart. His body vibrated with intense pain, but he willed himself to endure it all. 'Hold on Elijah. You can't let them get the best of you.' Elijah chanted those words in his head. 

He counted every hit he received, waiting till the man was done with him. The man had beaten him twelve times. Elijah promised himself that he was going to make everyone who had caused him pain suffer twelve times, he would torture them in every way he possibly could, as once again his vision darkened.

One hour later, Elijah opened his eyes to find a new pair of eyes looking back at him. He tried to rise but was met with excruciating pain that caused him to cry out. When the man who had been gazing down at him saw that he was trying to stand up, he grabbed Elijah by the shoulder, and with his other hand, he held Elijah’s arm as he pulled him halfway, then drew him closer to the wall behind them so Elijah could rest his back.

Elijah examined himself, his clothes were damaged and stained with blood. His body was bruised, red, and swollen. His entire body felt like it had broken and damaged. He felt weak and exhausted. Elijah raised his head to face the man who had helped him up. He looked like he was in his late 50s, yet he was strong enough to help a big, grown man like him. Elijah thanked him, but his throat was dry and his voice came out rougher than he wanted. 

"Young man, You were dumped here a few minutes ago by a truck, do you want me to call a cab and take you to the hospital?”

Elijah shook his head slowly in response to the man's question, and then he asked, “Can I just use your phone to make a call?”

The man furrowed his brows as he stared at Elijah. Elijah sensed that the man thought he was crazy for turning down a ride to the hospital, by asking for a phone. The man ignored him and responded, ”You know I initially thought you were dead when you didn't move after they threw you down, but now I know you hit your head because why are you asking for a phone?" 

“Sir please, just give me your phone.” 

The man looked like he was going to start another argument, but at the last minute, had changed his mind. "Fine, if you say that's the only thing you need." He said as he took out his phone from his trouser's pocket and handed it to Elijah. “Here, have it.” 

Elijah took it and punched in the number he had long ago crammed in his head. When the person picked up, Elijah quickly said, "Hello Marcus, I need you now. I will send you the details of my current location."