GOLDEN HEART 30

Santana was still shocked from what he just witnessed, How Justine was so vicious to one of her own people.

He already had a hunch when he started planning Papa’s murder that his deeds will only lead to dangerous consequences if he fails, but when he saw what just took place his doubts got confirmed.

What Justine has in store for him will sure exceed his expectations he thought and when the roars of two majestic Tigers followed her previous order, Santana knew that pain will have a new definition.

When Justine ordered for the Tigers to be released, two of the guards that were inside the room went to the iron door in the other side of the room and opened it revealing the two majestic tigers.

‘They’re always hungry even though they just had a Juicy meal few hours ago.’ She said referring to Sam a.k.a the Fake Doctor while petting one to the frighteningly huge animals. Justine was a huge fane of taming wild animals, it was one of her multiple hobbies, she used to find relief in doing stuff like that. Racing and taming wild animals were on top of her favourite hobbies’ list.

She liked how the adrenaline would pump into her veins whenever she is so close to death then suddenly she magically survives, or when a wild animal snarls at her before bolting towards her at full speed but ends up on the ground. She was known of her odd yet super exciting hobbies, all those who got the honour to experience them with her ended up obsessed with these kinds of sports just like her, but that of course was up until Adam came into the picture and her disease started to limit her movements.

She still misses how the car speeds up in a speed only allowed on the track or when she takes an abrupt turn with that speed, how her heart beats become uncontrollably fast or how her breath gets caught in her throat when more than one animal attacks her at once.

Everybody in the room staggered a bit when the two huge animals were released of their cage except for Müller since he was used to them as they’re used to him.

‘Wwwwhat are yyyyou going to do with tttthese?’ Santana already had an answer to his question but a small glimmer of hope that Justine was just trying to scare him lingered in his heart. Even though he of all people knew exactly that she isn’t one to bring something out of context especially not in a torture session of someone who assaulted her Papa.

‘But you do know why I brought them out, in fact everyone here knows, right?’ She asked her men who in return all answered with a ‘Yes, Ma’am’ at once.

‘Release him, and get out all of you.’ She ordered them.

The guards released a very frightened Santana from his restraints before going out of the room because they know the Tigers may not attack Justine and Müller but they sure as hell will attack everyone else.

‘Not you, Giuseppe.’ Justine said when the little boy tried to sneak out between the crowd.

‘But they said they’re only familiar with you and Müller, I will be eaten in the first 20 seconds!’ He tried to argue while eyeing the two Tigers frantically that were looking at him in return. ‘Look they’re even eyeing me as if they can’t wait to have a bite!’ He whined.

‘That’s a part of today’s lesson.’ Was the only reply the little boy got.

When all the guards were out she started releasing the Tigers from the chains that were around their necks.

Giuseppe was shaking like a leaf, he was brave and all that but he was never trained properly all he knows is from watching others practise he’s never been put in a situation where he had to fight for his life.

Müller noticed his trembling form.’ Focus on your fear, face it, and get rid of it.’ He said.

‘Easier said than done.’ Replied a still shaking Giuseppe.

‘Do you want to live a coward or die brave?’ Müller asked.

Guiseppe looked at him intently before speaking. ‘The latter seems quite tempting.’ He answered.

‘Don’t show them you’re sacred, they smell fear. Even if one of them is a breath away from you show them who’s in control, understood?’ Müller adviced.

The little boy nodded his head furiously while trying to control the trembles that are going down his body. Müller looked at him with new found fondness, he admired the young boy’s courage. It was rare to find someone who is not only eager to be great one day but also works hard on himself to destroy every obstacle that denies him from achieving his dream.

When the two Tigers were released they jumped at once towards Santana who had pitifully wetted his pants. He started yelling profanities and screaming for help while running around the room in a circle. The scene would have been comical if not for the humongous two animals that were chasing him. It was terrifying, especially when Justine sung the German phrase that children sing when playing hide and seek, so softly as if someone was playing a musical instrument that goes perfectly well with it and the yelling of the victim that was trying so hard to find any way out of his hellhole that he put himself into but in vain. ‘Versteck Dich Gut, Wenn Nicht, Sehe ich, Dene Haare!’

Then an ear - piercing scream resonated in the room when one of the Tigers got ahold of one of Santana’s legs an in no time the second Tiger got ahold of the other.

‘Gotcha!’ Justine exclaimed dramatically, marking the end of the sickly bone chilling melody she was singing when Santana was caught.

Giuseppe’s voice also came out, breaking the silence with a loud. ‘Holy God!’ Right after Justine’s.

The Tigers started chewing on both his legs ruthlessly, the sounds of the bones cracking under their strong teeth mixed with the painful pleas of the poor man that was literally being eaten alive was so loud and vicious that Giuseppe was trying so hard and with every last ounce of willpower he has to continue watching without running away or puking for that matter because he something’s telling him that this is a test for him, one that he has to pass.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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What! would the best version of ‘you’ be like? And what do you need to do in order to become that version? Furthermore, what does ‘best’ actually mean? By what standards are you judging yourself? Does the best version of you mean the fastest, strongest, kindest, funniest, most intelligent, most artistic, most compassionate, most disciplined version? Or, out of all the possible values you could embody, are some more important or ‘better’ than others?