Chapter 21: Evil is as Evil Does

…continued from 30 May 2026...

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF NUDITY AND EXTREME VIOLENCE – DO NOT READ IF IT OFFENDS YOU!

Whitey felt his pulse begin to quicken now as the smell triggered the memory of Themba’s rape. His grip on the knife became vice-like. He shone the torch onto the sleeping shapes on the bed.

Jamal and his woman were both naked. A threadbare sheet lay across the woman’s nether regions, while her ample breasts were exposed. She breathed easily. Whitey saw the gentle rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts. She was in a deep sleep. Jamal was laying on his back, exposing his entire naked body. His sweaty, musky body odour was overwhelming. Whitey noticed that Jamal’s penis was larger than average.

Without saying a word, Whitey motioned his head to Lucky. Indicating to him to go to the woman’s side of the bed. Lucky knew that he was to subdue the woman when she awoke in terror after whatever Whitey was about to do to Jamal.

Whitey was calm, the same kind of calm which racing drivers experienced when driving at over 300kph with accelerated heart rates. He was, just like they were, in the zone.

He casually took hold of Jamal’s huge penis and sliced it off at the stem, severing the testicles in half as well. The reaction was instantaneous. Jamal roared in pain, instantly awake as his entire body flooded with adrenaline.

He was not sure of the cause of the pain, but his hands flew to his crotch while his eyes flew up to Whitey’s face. In the split second it took for this to happen, Jamal’s soul disintegrated into a world of fear and terror he had not known could exist.

Next to him, his woman was waking up trying make sense of the scream she had heard. Not sure if she had been dreaming. The vice like grip which Lucky applied over her mouth quickly brought her to full alert.

Lucky yanked her up out of the bed and held her tightly to his own body, her back against his chest, while his one hand covered her mouth and his other held his knife to her throat.

Her eyes were wide with terror now as she quickly realised what was happening. Involuntarily she pissed herself. Lucky whispered into her ear, “keep still and be quiet.”

He assumed she was Nigerian and therefore would not be fluent in the Afrikaans dialect of the Coloured people, so he spoke English to her. Although she was terrified, she knew she had to obey.

She stared ahead of her in horrific disbelief. Jamal’s screaming had stopped abruptly. The reason for this was now apparent. Whitey had stuffed Jamal’s severed penis and testicles into Jamal’s mouth violently, causing him to gag and struggle for breath.

Jamal instinctively grabbed onto Whitey’s powerful arm, wanting to pull it away from his face. Whitey pushed Jamal’s penis deeper down his throat, grinding the back of his head deep into the mattress. Jamal’s feeble attempts to grab at Whitey’s arms only left smears of his own blood on Whitey’s fair skin.

Such was Whitey’s strength that he barely broke out a sweat. Both Lucky and Jamal’s woman were acutely aware of an intense sensation of pure evil emanating from Whitey. They stared at the horror unfolding, in mesmerised silence.

Jamal was dead in less than two minutes, suffocating on his own penis and blood.

Whitey eased his grip over Jamal’s mouth and turned his gaze towards his woman. She recoiled in horror and passed out, limp in Lucky’s grip. He pushed her falling body back onto the bed.

Stanley really did believe that he had genuine Italian blood coursing through his veins. Obviously, it was mixed with the other blood from his mixed-race heritage, but he believed that the Italian blood was the strongest.

Why else would he have such a love for all things Italian, why would he have gone to Italy and sired a child with an Italian woman, and why, of all things would he love Italian Opera?

Sometimes he even had strange dreams about walking the streets of Naples during an ancient time, on cobbled streets, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of a thriving city.

Tonight, he was both thrilled and excited. He was attending Puccini’s La Bohème at the Cape Town State Theatre. He particularly loved this Opera, which is based on Henry Murger’s novel set in 1830’s Paris. The story of a group of penniless students and artists trying to keep warm and pay their rent, resonated with Stanley’s poor upbringing.

He lost himself in the music, found himself transcended back in time, felt himself warming his hands around the fires in the streets of Paris.

Continued tomorrow 1 June 2026, before 12pm