A SORDID PACT- PART 2

ations of water so that we remain strong and faithful servants. We have so
many things to do with water- to drink, to cook and for our daily needs." "Right
now, we are at the brink of an epidemic of cholera and dysentery; and our
infants are beginning to suffer from the effects of poor feeding," a lady
carrying a feeble-looking baby burst out in tears. As if freed from numerous
shackles, the rest of the villagers began grumbling and protesting. "Silence!
Silence! Silence!" some MESS operatives shouted as they gave out many
gunshots in the air. The obese MESS commander who by then had finished
his meal, called over the old to his side. The young man who had protected
carried him over to the platform where the fat man's throne was stationed.
"You say you want some more water, do you?" the boss asked with a gentle
smile on his lips. "Yes sir!" the old man replied ecstatically with a glimmer of
hope in his eyes. "Please do help me take off my boots," the former said as
he pointed his feet at the beggar. The old man excitedly obeyed only to be
knocked off by the devastating stench emanating from the master's feet. So
unpleasant was the smell that it attracted flies around the corner and these
fell on his toes like a swarm of bees readily cling on honey. But this did not
discourage the old man from pleasing his then affectionate master. The
man's toes were completely black with scum. It seemed as though he had
not washed them for an all too lengthy period. Things were made worse
when the abominable creature let out a fart which in sound and in smell
seemed to excite the flies more and more. He called the two henchmen who
were sharing water, and ordered them to carry the drum over to the platform
so that the old man could drink to his fill. Once the drum was placed before
the aged man, the latter asked one of men to lower his jug into the container
and give it to him. The MESS operative grumbled and then smiled. Just as
he was lowering his jug into the drum, he was pushed aside by a mighty
splash. The MESS leader had flung his nasty legs into the drum, splashing
in the process a large amount of water. The crystal clear water became as
black as soot. So black and slippery in texture that it could be compared with
engine oil. "He said he was thirsty; please give him some water to drink," the
piggy boss ordered his men. The two men who had carried the drum, carried
the old man and threw him inside. "We hope you are enjoying it, lord," they
teased him as they laughed viciously. The drum which was unbalanced, fell
with the rest of water it contained. The guy who initially wanted to flog the old
man began lashing him mercilessly with his horse whip. "Who else wants
some more?" asked the vicious glutton. Nobody dared to talk. The whole
village was outraged at such cruelty. The young guy who had protected the
poor old man rushed towards one of the soldiers to overpower him and seize
his weapon but he was quickly rewarded with a bullet of a shot gun at the
back of his head.