The Liberator
- Writers Pouch
- Aug 8, 2022
- 3 min read
When his door was unlocked, the fifty-year-old prisoner knew this was the night. For about a week now, his jail mates were joking around that he would sooner rather than later meet his saviour. The man who gave prisoners an alter ego and a second life. Most of them called him “The Liberator”.
Escorted into the head jailer’s office, where nothing but a single red lamp light was turned on, the prisoner was forced to sit facing a person hiding in the shadows. Placing both his hands on the cold metal table, the guards handcuffed him before leaving. The Liberator then put forward his hands from the shadows, and in his left hand, he held a pile of thousand rupee notes and in his right, he held a shiny dagger. Placing them on the table, the Liberator asked in a feminine voice, “Do you know who I am?”
The prisoner looked around the room to check for a red beeping light, and he suspected his words could be recorded. Staring at him, panicking, the Liberator assured, “What you say here is only prosecutable by God, and I’m his humble servant trying to give you a choice.”
Still, the prisoner seemed suspicious. Knowing he cannot pacify him, the Liberator continued, “I have read as to why you were arrested. What sort of human would defile a child before snatching her life?”
