C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 33: JAIL LIFE ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Alastair (the ‘imperfect’ technician in charge of the communication system) shows to Kareem and Lance a juicy scene caught by the security camera placed in O’Rourke’s cell and they all rejoice in seeing the evil Captain and his two buddies behind bars. But the three inmates don’t stay in jail for long...

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~ Pleasurable awakening ~

Kareem woke up, stirred in bed and smiled, because he felt great, after the glorious night of sex with Lance and Bryniar. Well, Bryniar fucked him in the ass, and this was not the fondest memory he had of last night: he didn’t regret it, but he was tense, couldn’t relax enough to take Bryniar’s cock gracefully, and the penetration hurt.

«No labels» – Kareem reminded to himself, refusing to let his uptight “old self” question his manliness. As a matter of fact, and not without a bit of surprise, Kareem didn’t feel like his manliness had been threatened or diminished, quite the opposite. It hadn’t been easy to take Bryniar’s thick cock, but he’d taken it all to the hilt, without whining or protesting, and felt proud to have done it. The glance of admiration that Lance gave him was totally worth the pain, and when the pain had subsided… well, the ride had been definitely pleasurable!

He turned to his side and saw Bryniar still asleep between him and Lance. Bryniar was lying on his back, and Kareem admired his muscular body, the fair skin tone, the bulging pecs covered with a light blond hair; but above all, he was fascinated by Bryniar’s prosthetic leg, as it was truly indistinguishable from an organic one. Absentmindedly, he placed his hand on it, and again he was surprised to feel it warm under his fingers; even the light hair covering the skin was absolutely perfect, and Kareem gently brushed his palm over it.

“I’m glad you find my fake leg so fascinating…” – Bryniar blurred, opening his eyes. “Fake, you say? It’s perfect in every little detail” – Kareem replied, moving his hand to the inner thigh and massaging it gently, exploring with his fingertips the muscles and the tendons under the skin. Then, a sudden thought came to his mind: “But… do feel my touch?”

Bryniar flashed an urchin grin and pointed his chin to his own cock, that was twitching and stiffening: “What do you think?”

“Oh, fuck!” – Kareem exclaimed, abruptly withdrawing his hand – “I… I didn’t know… I’m so sorry…!”

“Sorry for waking me up in such a delightful way? I loved it. You’re so sexy, man… And I owe you a big one. Last night you gave me something you rarely give to anyone, and it was amazing. Next time I’ll return the favor, it’s a promise. It’s about time I find out how it feels being on the receiving end.”

“You mean… You’re a virgin? Totally virgin?”

“You never met anybody as virgin as me” – Bryniar joked, but soon he became more serious – “I don’t open my legs for no man. But you… you exude such a manliness, such a confidence, that I can make an exception. You’re the only man I would give my virginity to.”

Kareem was moved, and was about to reply, when Lance’s phone buzzed, and he opened only one eye, groaning: “Aww… fuck, I was sleeping so well! I was dreaming of… don’t know… someone who was giving his virginity to someone else…”

“It wasn’t a dream” – Bryniar laughed – “I just offered to Kareem to deflower my pristine ass, whenever he wants.”

“Maybe your defloration should be postponed to a later moment” – Lance replied with a smile, showing his phone to Bryniar and Kareem – “Look, there must be something going on…”; on Lance’s phone there was an incoming message, in pure ‘Alastair-style’, reading: “4ε7 !!!”

“What is there at Epsilon-7?” – Lance asked – “I’ve never been there…”

“It’s the surveillance center” – Bryniar explained – “All the security cameras are operated from there. My friend Boubaker is in charge of it, have you ever met him? He’s a mountain of black muscles, but he’s so nice! He used to be a cop, until an explosion blinded him.”

“It doesn’t seem the wisest choice, putting a blind man in charge of the surveillance…”

Bryniar laughed and raised his prosthetic leg: “They can make miracles, nowadays. Boubaker sees better than you and me with the visor they provided him. Let’s go and meet him!”

After a quick shower, Bryniar walked Lance and Kareem across the 4th Floor, until they reached the ε-7 block. Inside, they found Alastair chatting with the biggest man Lance and Kareem had ever seen; his t-shirt hugged his bulky torso so tightly that the muscles underneath were perfectly outlined. And Lance couldn’t stop himself from covertly checking the man’s bulge, just to know if he was big everywhere. He definitely was. But Lance’s gaze immediately focused on the black visor he was wearing in front of his eyes, giving him a mysterious look.

“You must be Kareem and Lance! Nice to meet you, I’m Boubaker” – he warmly welcomed them, with a bright friendly smile – “Welcome to my kingdom. I was reviewing the footage of the last hours, and there’s a juicy scene caught by the security camera placed in O’Rourke’s cell earlier this morning: wanna see it?”

They all turned to a big monitor hung on the wall, and Boubaker clicked a button…

~ Jail life ~

The small cell had only one bunk and O’Rourke, unsurprisingly, had claimed it as his own; he was restlessly sleeping on the bunk, while Reeves and Wilde were sharing the floor between the bunk and the cell door. They were all stark naked, as decided by McLaughlin after their arrest.

Wilde was the first one to open his eyes and rose sitting on the floor, turned his head toward O’Rourke… and found himself staring at the Captain’s veiny cock at full mast; he quickly averted his gaze and looked at O’Rourke, who was waking up: “Sir… Do you think they’re giving us the same stimulant we used to give to the inmates? You are… well… tense.”

O’Rourke growled for the discomfort and replied angrily: “There’s no fuckin’ stimulant! It’s that I’m used to fuck my bitches once or twice a day! Damn, my cock is killing me… Lucky Reeves: he doesn’t suffer for such problems, with the toothpick he has between his legs!”

Reeves glowered at O’Rourke, without saying anything. He felt hurt, mostly because he’d always been, of the whole Police squad, O’Rourke’s most loyal partner in crime, even when Wilde backed out; and being mocked that way, especially about his manhood, was cruel.

“Don’t mind me” – O’Rourke said, noticing Reeves’ frown – “I just can’t think straight, madly horny as I am. I need a cunt to drill! But there’s none, in this fuckin’ cell. Only male asses…”

Wilde and Reeves leapt on their feet and exchanged a worried glance, guessing what the Captain was implying; and O’Rourke confirmed their worries, sitting up on the bed and shooting a predatory glance at his two subordinates. He stood up and moved a bit closer to the two naked cops, without uttering a word, sporting a mischievous smirk and a throbbing hard-on.

Reeves had always been the one with less scruples, and was the fastest to act. With a swift move, he gave a knee to Wilde’s belly, forcing him to double over for the pain; and immediately straddled his back, sitting on it with all his weight and using his legs to lock Wilde in that bent-over position and prevent him from standing up.

“Reeves! What the fuck is up with you, man??” – Wilde screamed, holding his belly and unsuccessfully trying to straighten his back.

Reeves leaned forward and grabbed Wilde’s buttocks; looking straight at O’Rourke with a malicious smirk, he forcefully parted Wilde’s ass cheeks, exposing his rosy virgin man-hole. “If it’s an ass you need, Captain, here’s a prime quality tight one for you…”

Wilde started screaming: “Fuck you, Reeves! I thought we were friends!”; but Reeves sneered at him: “It’s either you or me. And it won’t be mine the ass soon to be fucked. Sorry, buddy…”

O’Rourke smiled wide and spat twice on his hand, to get his thick veiny cock wet; when he placed his engorged mushroom head against Wilde’s clenched hole, the cop went wild and desperately tried to get rid of Reeves, to no avail. The pressure on his anus increased, and he started begging: “Captain…! Please don’t do it, sir! Please, sir, I’m a virgin! No…! Sir, no… AAAARRGGHH!!”

The Captain had never been particularly caring with his partners, and that morning he felt so overwhelmingly horny, after the long abstinence, that he didn’t think twice before cruelly impaling Wilde with his rock-hard demanding cock. The extreme tightness of Wilde’s hole almost stopped the brutal thrust, but O’Rourke just pushed harder, until he crashed inside Wilde’s hole, stretching it way beyond its physical limits.

“FUUUCCKK!!!” – Wilde screamed again, feeling torn apart; but he knew what was in store for him, and immediately started begging: “Captain… Give me a moment… I’m begging you, give me just a moment… Don’t… GAAAWWDDD!!!”

“What a sissy you are!” – O’Rourke roared, slamming his cock into Wilde’s chute over and over, with tremendous thrusts that made the cop yelp and buck every time the Captain’s hips hit his buttocks – “Now shut up, if you don’t want the entire Police station to come here and watch you whoring out with a real man!”

Wilde shut up, horrified by the prospect of being seen in such a shameful position, but he couldn’t stop a few heartfelt whines from escaping his mouth when the fuck became too furious and harsh.

Despite the long abstinence, O’Rourke seemed to have an endless stamina; his hips slammed on Wilde’s buttock with the force of a piledriver, while his rod mercilessly speared the once-virgin hole, reaching places inside Wilde never touched by a man. “Yeah… Fuck yeah…”, the Captain kept moaning while looking straight into Reeves’ eyes and shooting at him a mischievous, evil grin: “Hold him still, Reeves… Yeah… Part the bitch’s buttocks more…! Fuck yeah…!”

Wilde felt his ass on fire, the pain and the humiliation were unbearable, but he couldn’t move an inch, immobilized into Reeves’ lock, so he resorted to the only option he had, begging. “Captain… Please cum, sir… Cum and put an end to this torture…!”

“If you want to be bred by your stud and be filled with his man-juice, say it loud and clear, sissy!”

“Please, sir…” – Wilde whined, suddenly hoping that he could bring O’Rourke to the climax, if he was enticing enough – “I… I want to be filled by your man-juice! Nnngghh… Breed me, sir! Impregnate me, fill my insides with your manly cream…! Give me it all and keep pumping your seed in me until I’m filled to the brim…”

“NNNGGHH…FFFUUUUCCKK!!!!” – O’Rourke roared, won by Wilde’s dirty talking, stiffening in the throes of the orgasm – “Here… it… CUUUMS!!”

“Oh god… Oh god, no…” – Wilde murmured between his teeth, feeling the warm slickness of the Captain’s sperm inundating his ass; his straight mind screamed for the horror, but it was too late, there’s was no way back: he’d lost his virginity and had been bred by another man.

And if his humiliation wasn’t grinding enough, Wilde clearly felt Reeves, straddling him, wanking his own cock and spraying his seed all over his lower back and the buttocks. Reeves’ moans echoed on the cell walls, mixing with O’Rourke’s evil laughter. “You’re a fuckin’ grower, Reeves!” – O’Rourke laughed, noticing that Reeves’ small cock had grown to a more than decent dimension, when hard.

When both men had completely unloaded their balls inside and over Wilde, Reeves released his colleague, who crashed exhausted on the floor and painfully crawled as far from O’Rourke as the small cell allowed him. He reached the opposite wall of the cell, stood up on unsteady feet and shamelessly started sobbing, under the unsympathetic eyes of the Captain.

“Stop crying like a whiny baby, Wilde” – O’Rourke warned, taking again his place on the uncomfortable bunk – “This is the fuckin’ Cube after all, and we’ve all been found guilty of Uranian Behavior. You just got what everybody thinks you got many times, according to the damn A.I.”

“And should this make me feel better?” – Wilde cried out – “Fuck you! None of us is truly guilty of Uranian Behavior, we all know it very well! But we also know very well that you are guilty of murder! I hope they hang you, Captain!”

O’Rourke stiffened and an angry frown obscured his face: “Yeah, I’m the only one here with charges of murder… for the time being!”

“What should that mean? You killed McLaughlin, not me or Reeves!”

“Yeah, and the two of you built the fake wall and hid the corpse beneath it! I could well drag you two down with me, and I will probably do!”

Reeves, who was pensively leaning on the wall, looked at O’Rourke and calmly said: “If you do, I’d heartily thank you for that.”

O’Rourke looked at him bewildered: “Why the fuck should you be grateful of being accused of murder??”

 

~ A little favor ~

“You don’t get it, Captain, uh?” – Reeves commented with a plain tone – “If they find you guilty of murder, they will put you in prison; but we, Wilde and I, have only been found guilty of Uranian Behavior, we’re going nowhere, we’re stuck at the Cube. We’re both ex-officers, we’ve vexed and punished a whole lot of guests, in any possible way… and sometimes in impossible ways. We’re not precisely loved, here. What do you think they’ll do to us, when we’re put out of this cell?”

O’Rourke looked at Reeves seriously, in silence, while the scenario evoked by his words developed into his mind. Reeves was damn right.

“You’re lucky, Captain” – Reeves went on – “Despite what Wilde wished you, the death penalty has been abolished centuries ago in the entire Union. You’ll be detained in a larger cell than this one, wearing a clean uniform and eating regular meals without stimulants or other wicked substances. You’re a tough man, you’re a natural leader, and you’ll be safe there, your life won’t be that bad. You could even get regular conjugal visits, if you play your cards right.”

“But… maybe you too can find a way to live your life, here at the Cube…” – O’Rourke said, and Reeves shook his head gravely: “Wilde and I are meat for slaughter, here.”

Listening to Reeves’ words, Wilde felt icy claws gripping his heart. Reeves glanced at him and felt a bit guilty, but just a bit, not enough to even apologize. He turned back to O’Rourke and said: “I envy you, Captain. As I said, you are a tough man, and I have no doubts that in prison you’ll manage to… keep your integrity. And despite the pain you felt” – he added, looking at Wilde – “you’re lucky too, because you’re now… ready for what’s in store for us.”

“But I’m not. I’m not ready” – he continued, glancing hesitantly at O’Rourke – “I’ve never been touched by a man, but I know that soon I’ll have my anal virginity torn away in the cruelest and most debasing way. The people of the Cube are not forgiving, they’ll make me pay hard for what I’ve done to them, and the only weapons they’re allowed to bear are the ones they bear between their legs.”

“That’s why I’m going to ask you a favor, Captain. A little favor. Fuck me, sir. Pop my cherry. Possibly in a gentle way, but if it’s not your cup of tea, then split me apart like you did with Wilde, I don’t care. Either way, I prefer to give my virginity to you, Captain, a man under any respect, rather than one of the faggots living here.”

A tense silence fell in the cell. O’Rourke’s mind was thinking hard to what Reeves was asking. Earlier, when he fucked Wilde, he was prey of his horniness, and there’s nothing manlier than a mind-numbing surge of testosterone; but now he was calm, he wasn’t thinking with his groin anymore, and what Reeves asked him was… unsettling, to say the least.

And yet, Reeves said he wanted to give his virginity to him because he was ‘a man under any respect’! There couldn’t possibly be anything queer in acting like ‘a man under any respect’…

“I’ll do it” – O’Rourke said – “but I need your… help, because, as you can see, I’m not ready. Come on, don’t make that face: if you want to get ready for what’s coming up to you, you should well start with sucking some cock. Don’t worry, I know you’re a fuckin’ stud, and that won’t change.”

Heartened by O’Rourke’s last comment, Reeves lay on the bunk, face down, between the captain’s legs, and took hold of his flaccid cock, stroking it slowly and watching it closely; as a matter of fact, he’d never taken a close look at another man’s cock, and the veiny meat in his hand was… interesting, in a way. But it was about time to take the plunge and go ahead, come what may. He opened his mouth wide, hesitantly lowered his head, and closed his lips around the flaccid meat.

Reeves didn’t really know what to do next, as he realized that getting head is totally different than giving it. But he knew how the throne forced even the most unwilling cock to a throbbing erection, so he sealed his lips around the cock and sucked away the air, creating a powerful vacuum into his mouth; and all the while he darted the tip of his tongue around the sensitive helmet, licking and titillating it madly.

He was rewarded by feeling the cock grow stiffer and thicker, and he felt both exhilarated for the pleasure he was giving to the Captain, and ashamed, because he apparently was good at sucking cock. But backing off, at that point, wasn’t an option.

Under his ministrations, O’Rourke’s manhood rose to a full erection and Reeves sucked on it with great dedication, bobbing his head up and down and stroking the hard shaft with his mouth. After a while, he felt a commanding hand on the back of his head and raised his gaze, shooting a worried glance at the Captain.

“Sorry boy” – O’Rourke just said, and pressed hard his hand on Reeves’ head, forcing him to take his entire length into his mouth. Reeves gagged hard and instinctively tried to recoil, but O’Rourke kept him still, with his nose firmly buried into his thick, wiry pubes. But it lasted only a few seconds, and suddenly the hand moved away, and Reeves could finally recoil and take a deep breath. He didn’t protest, he didn’t back off: he just waited a few moments to take his breath, and then nodded to O’Rourke and resumed the blowjob.

Reeves stiffened again when, after a short while, he felt both of O’Rourke’s hands pressing at the sides of his head; he took a deep breath and decided to take as a man what was coming. But when O’Rourke held his head still and started fucking roughly his throat, Reeves thought he wasn’t going to survive. He felt violated and objectified so much that tears of shame mixed with the tears already welling from his eyes for the forced throat-fuck. «I can do it… I can take it…» – Reeves forced himself to think, and focused on repressing the gag reflex and breathing whenever the thick rod slid out of his throat.

“I told you, you’re a fuckin’ stud” – O’Rourke then said, pulling out of Reeves’ mouth and letting go of his head, and Reeves felt proud and relieved for the glance of admiration the Captain shot at him. “Are you ready for the main event? Because thanks to you, I’m more than ready…”

Reeves stood on the small bed on all fours, offering his pristine ass to his Captain. He dearly hoped that O’Rourke was going to take him gently, but somehow he felt that ‘gently’ was a word that had no place in O’Rourke’s vocabulary; and his worries were soon confirmed by the man himself: “I’ll try and go easy with you, but I’m sorry, sweet lovemaking isn’t really my thing. But if those faggots thought me one thing, is this…”

O’Rourke spilled some spit on two fingers and shoved them into Reeves’ ass, a bit more forcefully than he intended to. The sudden penetration made Reeves buck, and a short “nnngghh…” escaped his lips. O’Rourke didn’t stop and went on easing his fingers in and out the tight hole, making it slick with spit and loosening it a bit. Unfortunately, neither of them had any experience in man-sex, and O’Rourke withdrew his fingers way before Reeves was ready for the penetration.

“I warned you…” – O’Rourke said, placing his cock in position, at the center of Reeves’ hole, ready to spear it; Reeves turned his head and shot a confident glance: “I’m not a crybaby”.

The penetration was rough, but not as brutal as the one Wilde got, earlier. The thick rod stretched Reeves’ anal rings forcefully and painfully, but Reeves didn’t feel torn apart, thanks to the brief preparation and the bit of restraint O’Rourke was putting in his thrust. In no time, the hefty cock was fully buried into the overstretched ass.

“All good, Officer?” – O’Rourke asked, and after a short pause and a couple of muffled grunts, came Reeves’ halting reply: “All good, Captain. Thank you, sir.”

The fuck was long and torturous, because O’Rourke was already partly drained, after the furious fuck with Wilde; Reeves gritted his teeth and soldiered on, even lowering his torso to the mattress, to better offer his ass to the Captain. And yet, despite the discomfort that the cock stretching his insides was giving him, Reeves felt a weird sensation coming from his fiery depths, a delightful shot of pleasure whenever the fat helmet brushed over his prostate.

Reeves looked down, between his legs, and saw his own cock stiff and leaking; he tried to stop his hand from reaching out for it, but at that point, with a manly member plowing his ass, it would’ve been pointless to deny to himself a little pleasure. He started stroking his own cock, with his eyes closed, shutting his mind and letting the overwhelming physical sensations overcome his judgment.

“NNNGGHH… GGHHAA!!” – O’Rourke roared, hitting his climax, and shoved his cock so deep inside the slick chute that Reeves swore that the head was pressing on his tonsils. The warm torrent inundating his sore hole and feeling O’Rourke’s cock pulsing obscenely inside him sent Reeves through the roof, and he gave in to a guilty pleasure: “Ooohh… Yessss….”, he quietly murmured, while his own cock spurted thick shots of man cream down to the mattress, soaking the bedsheets.

When done, they didn’t lie down on the bed or anything like that, they quickly stood up, efficiently cleaning themselves with the bedsheet, as if nothing special had happened.

But when they accidentally exchanged a glance, they both knew that when a man gives his virginity to another man, it’s something that won’t ever be forgotten…

 

~ Out of jail ~

Two days went by, since the impromptu fuck-fest between the three inmates, and despite the horniness and the inevitable erections, no more “Uranian” acts, either consensual or not, took place in the small cell.

McLaughlin was busy overseeing the Cube with a squad of only three men, but he wasn’t busy enough to ever forget what most burdened his mind: what he was supposed to do with O’Rourke. On the morning of the fourth day since the arrest, he arrived at the Police station with a determined glance in his eyes. He went to his office, made a few phone calls and sent service orders to the cops under his command.

Then stood up, took a deep breath, and headed to the brig. When he entered the detention room, O’Rourke and the other two immediately moved closer to the bars closing the cell.

“I’ve thought hard at what to do with the three of you” – Sean began with an authoritative tone – “and in particular with you, O’Rourke. There are charges pending against you for murder, but the trial has not been held yet, and it will take long until we have a ruling. If we were outside, you’d been held in prison waiting for judgment, but we’re not outside, we’re at the Cube, and all of you have been found guilty of Uranian Behavior. This is your place.”

“Therefore…” – Sean went on, unlocking the door under the inmates’ puzzled eyes – “…you’re free to go. Free to go and serve a life sentence, that is. You won’t ever see again the sun, you won’t ever enjoy again the warmth of a woman; you find gay sex disgusting and against nature, and yet you’ll have to resort to it, over and over, humiliating yourselves day after day, until you will hate yourselves for being ‘faggots’ like the people of the Cube that you’ve always despised so much. I wanted you to suffer, O’Rourke, locked in a prison for killing my father, but really, I think you’ll suffer much more here at the Cube. And if ever you’ll find a way to come out of this place, remember that there’s a charge of murder awaiting you outside.”

O’Rourke, Wilde and Reeves slowly stepped out of the cell, uncertain. Being locked in such a confined space had been horrible, but it had been a protection for them. Reeves’ words about what was waiting for them out of the Police station echoed frighteningly in their minds.

“Where are we going to live?” – O’Rourke asked, and Sean replied with fake nonchalance: “The three of you have been assigned to apartment Omega-24”.

“You can’t be serious!” – O’Rourke bellowed – “It’s where… where…”

“Where you killed my father? I’m glad you remember. They say the block is haunted, but it’s an urban myth of course, you don’t really believe it, do you? In any case, you already know well the spirit that may lurk there. My father was a righteous and considerate man: if you plead for mercy hard enough, he may even forgive you. Come, I’ll escort you to the main door, and then you can walk to Omega Avenue on your own.”

Wilde stepped forward, trying to shyly cover his nudity: “W… Where are our clothes?”

“Your uniforms have been taken away, as you’re not anymore, and won’t ever be again officers of the Police Corps. You’ll find new clothes at your apartment.”

“What?” – Reeves yelled – “Omega-24 is on the opposite corner than the Police station! Should we walk butt naked across the entire Cube? We’re former cops, they’ll kill us!”

“No one will kill you. The Sex Police will try and ensure your safety, as much as we do with all the guests. Though, we’re currently severely understaffed, unfortunately. But enough talking! Come with me, it’s time for you to start your new life, I’m sick of looking at your faces.”

The four men marched along the hallways, until they arrived at the main hall. And when there, Sean gasped with surprise, looking at the grave, frightening expression of Kareem, Perry, Mateo and many other men who were waiting there.

“What are you doing here?” – Sean asked, looking straight at Kareem. “We heard that the prisoners were being released” – Kareem replied – “And we thought it was a nice gesture to give them a warm welcome to the Cube...”

“Who told you that the prisoners were being released?”

“Lionel, the Concierge. You asked him to check them in as new guests. You didn’t say it was a secret.”

“What… What are you going to do to the prisoners?” – Sean asked cautiously.

“Don’t ask. You don’t want to know.”

“I… I’m the Acting Captain… I can’t let…”

“Sean” – Kareem said seriously – “You have everything on your shoulders, I think you’re extremely busy, aren’t you? I guess that in this very moment, in your office, you have extremely urgent business to attend.”

There was a long, tense silence, and then Sean said: “As a matter of fact…”

O’Rourke shot at Sean an alarmed glance: “McLaughlin…! Please, stay here! Please!”

Sean looked straight at O’Rourke, then at Wilde and Reeves… and turned around without a word, walked to his office and closed the door behind himself.

Kareem flashed an evil grin at O’Rourke and hissed: “Welcome to the Cube, Captain…”

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In the next chapter: O’Rourke gets caught into a living nightmare and starts paying for his sins; amongst the many men who want to take revenge over him, one surprises everyone. Kareem gets a message from a mysterious man asking for a secret rendezvous at the infamous area called ‘The Barren’.