Anita was sitting in a chair, waiting for her subject of interest to come to. Goodness, her Taser must be strong if the guy had not yet come to.
She checked the label again. 45,000 Volts.
Anita recollected a memory.
“Volt, Voltage, Volta… It’s all the same to me; stop trying to teach me how to get a better light bulb. This one is bright and I am able to see in dark if it’s switched on. That is enough. You know I don’t study after sunset!”
She smiled, her brother used to be so naughty.
She had wandered so often how he ever got into BHU’s medical college with such a good rank. How nice it would have been if he hadn’t.
He would have not been the victim of ragging.
He wouldn’t have been so stressed and overworked to listen to his seniors.
He wouldn’t have taken drugs. Or gotten easily addicted to them.
He won’t have gotten that fucking overdosed.
He won’t be dead.
His death did give Anita a purpose, though. Earlier, she had been studying psychology because she liked kids and wanted to become a child counsellor. Now, she was on a mission to rid the earth of its scums.
She heard a change in Vicky’s breathing.
He woke up, looked at her, and tried speaking. Hmm, heavy and dry tongue after a long period of unconsciousness.
She waited till he was able to look more focused and less like he was about to barf. Effect of anaesthetics?
Noting his futile attempts at trying to look around by moving his neck, she said, “I would recommend you to not move your neck. It is tied and so are your hands and feet.”
“You are in custody of RAW for importing and distribution of controlled and illegal substances.” She continued, “I would recommend that you confirm names of your suppliers. Your sentence might get reduced.”
Not really a requirement.
That GPS connected locket she gave him ensured that they got them all, at least on this side of the border. That side, she could do nothing more about. But it would really help to know a few names. Just in case they missed someone. Nothing wrong with double checking.
“You fucking cunt! I won’t tell you anything!” ah, strength has returned.
Anita didn’t say anything more. She just took the pliers on the tool table next to her and went to work on pulling out one of his nails.
His loud but short cry told her that this would be a long one.
Too bad the government doesn’t pay for overtime.
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Mili is pen name of Ankita Maurya. She has a bachelor’s degree in psychology and economics and is currently pursuing her master’s. She is one of those obnoxious people who prefer to be behind the camera than in front of it.