Scene Thirteen
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Eros sat in a dark room twiddling a swiss knife in his hand.
"You must really think I'm stupid," Eros said to the half-naked body in front of him.
"Isn't that right Marcos? you must have thought getting a haircut and dyeing your hair blonde would make me not recognize you right?"
"Right Marcos?"
"I...I'm s...sorry" The half-naked shivering guy tied to a chair apologized.
"Our previous meeting Marcos, what did I tell you?" Eros asked.
"I...I'm sorry. I just...I just couldn't. My...My dad would kill me."
"Too bad I'll be the one getting my hands dirty," Eros said and stood from his chair.
"Peter, Increase the air conditioning"
Eros commanded moving towards Marcos while zipping up his jacket.
"No please ple...ase I'm freezing".
"Not yet, you can still speak," Eros said pouring a bucket of chilled water over Marcos's head.
Tossing the bucket on the floor Eros turned to the lanky black-haired boy standing a few feet away...
"What do you think Peter, cos I think I'm getting soft on him"
"Huh E..Eros, I don't think so" Peter replied and took a look at Marcos "he's freezing already".
"I don't think so. I'm thinking his feet need to be dipped in a bucket filled with ice".
"No Pplease please, help please, somebody help" Marcos shouted.
"You really are stupid Marcos, really stupid."
Eros sat in a dark room twiddling a pocket knife in his hands.
"You must really think I'm stupid," Eros said to the half-naked body in front of him.
"Isn't that right Marcos? you must have thought getting a haircut and dyeing your hair blonde would make me not recognize you right?"
"Right Marcos?"
"I...I'm s...sorry" The half-naked shivering guy tied to a chair apologized.
"Our previous meeting Marcos, what did I tell you?" Eros asked.
"I...I'm sorry. I just...I just couldn't. My...My dad would kill me."
"I'm sure you know how the others before you went down. It's a pity I'll be getting my hands dirty again." Eros said with mock remorse before standing up from his chair.
"Peter, Increase the air conditioning"
Eros commanded moving towards Marcos while zipping up his jacket.
"No please ple...ase I'm freezing".
"Not yet, you can still speak," Eros said pouring a bucket of chilled water over Marcos's head.
Tossing the bucket on the floor Eros turned to the lanky black-haired boy standing a few feet away.
"What do you think Peter, cos I think I'm getting soft on him"
"Huh E..Eros, I don't think so" Peter replied and took a look at Marcos "he's freezing already".
"I don't think so. I'm thinking his feet need to be dipped in a bucket filled with ice".
"No Pplease please, help please, somebody help" Marcos shouted.
"You really are stupid Marcos, really stupid. Peter gets the ice".
"Help, help please" Marcos sobbed.
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