The night with Rs. 2. A short Story. (part 2)

 "Toh iska kya kare". Asked the shorter one. Lanky one said "yeh padhaku lagta hai paise nahi to aapna kaam karwa lehte hai". Harish was then blindfolded and his hands were tied and after a walk of about 5 minutes he was pushed inside a rickshaw and then he was droven somewhere. When they opened his blindfold... he was inside a nicely decorated room. It was obviously a hotel room. Harish also saw that there were other men in the room. 

But the man he observed the most was the lanky fellow who had hit him previously. They opened up his hands. The Lanky fellow showed Harish a laptop with a internet connection and told him to open his email. When Harish protested, he was hit hard on his back with a large belt. Still Harish did not open his email. Thats  when his hands were hold up again and his left hands thumb was smashed with a hammer.

Awwwwau.

Then to make the point clear his left index finger was smashed with the hammer.
Aaaahh....

Harish was now in terrible pain and he opened his email and then copy tasted a email already typed in the mail body and sent it to email ids which they gave him. The mail body itself was in english but in code, so he could not understand what was being sent.

The men also spoke within themselves in a language which he did not understand. It was 4.30 am now and the early morning city had already started rising. The pain was hurting Harish's fingers but he also felt a dread. What was in the mail. He had sent it. What was going to happen to him.

Suddenly he felt another slap on his face. He turned and saw that the lanky one was angry again. He also saw that they were going to tie him again and the lanky one had slapped him to get his attention.

Harish ran fast and this even took him by surprise. This turned out to be a mistake as he immediately realised that he was followed by 6 to 7 armed men. In less than 30 seconds they managed to catch him. Then he was trashed.

His eye was swollen now and his stomach hurt and he felt that he might even had broken a rib.

But one good thing had happened due to his stupid attempt to escape. He managed to steal a mobile phone from one of the men. Now only if he could be alone for a moment. Harish smartly switched it off for now. He had a chance now a minor one but a chance never the less.

Back in the hotel room. The lanky one spoke  "Chutia samjha hai kya. Abhi to tujhse kaffi kaam hai. Tu adequted jo hai".

To be continued....

A story by Ninad.