The Thunderous Come Back Of Denzel Chester

CHAPTER 5: TORTURED AND RESCUED

Denzel froze as his own voice rang in his ears. This was the last conversation he had with Olivia doesn't it mean it was recorded and now used as evidence against him? They had planned this all along. She tricked him into confessing to what he knew nothing about. Denzel thought as he felt a pang of pain hit him. 

“So was that your voice or not? And did you admit your usage of drugs to your wife or not? The officer yelled , as he sprang up, slamming his hands on the shaky table. 

Denzel’s face turned pale. He knew he had been framed but he didn't know Olivia and her family would go to this extent , the more he thought about it , the more his heart sank deeper. 

“Please, I didn't do it, all of these are just a set up by Mr Kendrick and his family” Denzel begged as he stared at the man looking for any sign of sympathy but the man offered none.

“Take him out,if he doesn't want to say the truth I will force it out of him”, The officer growled as two other officers rushed to Denzel and aggressively dragged his arms as they lifted him whilst Denzel was kicking his legs begging the officer. 

Denzel struggled in their hold but they held him tight until they got into a dimly lit room , they forcefully dumped Denzel on the floor as he landed on his butt with a thud. 

The smell of urine hit his nostrils, the floors were stained with dried blood, the room was empty with just a single iron chair placed at the centre where the reflection of light was settled on. 

“Please…. I beg you. I don't know anything,I'm innocent of what they want me to agree to” Denzel continued begging as he took in the sight of the damp room.

“Take his clothes off and tie him” The officer barked, his lips forming into a full blown smirk as he stared at Denzel like he was some prey to be devoured.

 They dragged him from the floor and dropped him on the iron chair before tightly tying the rope around his body as Denzel winced in pain.

“Why are you doing this sir? You have no solid evidence against me and you haven't done any extensive investigation ,” Denzel blurted out before he could control himself.

“That’s where you are mistaken” The officer hissed glaring at him “ There is no justice for a poor man, it's either you are rich or you will suffer!” The officer said through gritted teeth, his voice law and dangerous “ Bring me the whip” he barked, flashing his brown 32 at Denzel.

The officer's response clarified Denzel’s doubt, he was sure the police had been bought over and he was doomed!

“Remember it's just a statement and we can end this before it starts,” The officer said, strutting towards Denzel as he stretched his whip, flexing it in the air.

“But I didn't do it, I truly didn't do it” Denzel said frantically as the whip landed thunderously on his laps.

Denzel’s face was covered in agony.

Denzel tried to endure as the harsh object landed on his laps and legs.The beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down his face to his neck.

He gasped for an ounce of breath as he was being tortured.The whip was covered in his blood. It felt like fire was burning every nerve of his, as the whip continuously landed on his legs, the pain he felt gradually turned into anger as his heart clenched.

The pain he felt wasn't close to the one he felt in his heart. The Mortans had betrayed him, they wanted him to confess to their son’s crime and that would land him in jail for at least 10 years whereas they promised to bail him after a few days. They didn't even consider that his mother was lying lifeless in the hospital. 

“How will I get out of this?” Denzel thought, his heart sinking deeper. 

His heart boiled in anger , and he wished he were to be given just one chance,—just one chance, and he would make their life hell,, just like they made his. 

 He closed his eyes, drowning in the pain.

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Denzel slowly opened his eyes, as he noticed his hands were cuffed. He scanned his environment , his stomach twisted in knots as he realised he was sitting on a chair at the back of a prisoner transport van with 3 armed men in white uniforms, different from the black the other police officers had on.

They sat opposite him, their disdainful gaze fixed on him.

He knew he was about to be jailed for a crime he didn't commit and there was nothing he could do. Just as the officer said, there is no justice for a poor man. 

He let himself slip into memory lane,as he thought about what his foster siblings would be passing through. There was no way they could get a million dollars in jail and if care is not taken he might lose his mother.

A stray tear rolled down his eyes as he thought of his In Laws betrayal and how it was about to change his life for the worse. 

Denzel was enveloped in his thoughts and had drifted off.

Bang! He jerked up as something hit the back of their van, causing them to swerve and lose their balance on their seats.

Screech! 

The high-pitched sound echoed in the van, followed by a huge collision, the sound of metal and glass shattering pierced through their ears. 

The van tumbled as it spun off the road due to the collision, the smell of burnt rubbers and fuel enveloped the air.

Denzel struggled to hold onto an iron, his life flashing before his eyes, before he could tell, the double doors of the van flew open, revealing 3 huge men in black bodysuits, their faces covered in scary masks. 

Denzel’s heart skipped as the men started to approach him directly.

  

He closed his eyes waiting for the worst to happen but what they said next hit him like a moving train as he flung his eyes open, his mouth dropping to the floor.