Content Warning: This story contains depictions of physical violence, torture (military-style "drilling"), psychological humiliation, extreme emotional distress, near-murderous rage, and themes of revenge. It also includes encounters with a mentally unstable individual, body shaming, and mockery of physical suffering. Reader discretion is advised.
All characters in this story are 18 years or older or are depicted in non-sexual contexts only.
Intro
Randy just wanted one thing—a moment of pleasure he thought he was owed. But when two neighborhood kids, Sunny and Dick, decide to spoil his plan by anonymously knocking on his door at the worst possible moment, Randy finds himself dragged into a nightmare he never saw coming. Arrested by soldiers, stripped of his dignity, and drilled to the point of collapse, he emerges broken, hungry, and burning with a fury that no rain can cool. Now, limping home through a storm, with nothing but revenge on his mind, Randy is about to learn that karma doesn't forget—and neither does he. But when the tables turn and Sunny's fate lands directly in Randy's hands, the real question becomes: what kind of man will he choose to be?
After the Drilling
After he was let go by the soldiers, after giving him a stern warning about staying clear of their sister, he remembers the words while he lies down on the ground panting and crying like a kid. They had drilled him to his bone, and he doesn't even know which area pains the most. His breathing came out ragged, his hands trembled, and he couldn't even clench his fist. They had given him a cup of water, a very small cup, knowing he couldn't hold it, and as they put it in his hand and let go, the cup had fallen, and they had roared with laughter. He tried to clench his teeth, but he couldn't because they were chattering like it was snowing. He had begged, and they had barked at him. He had run until he couldn't feel the ground again. While they drilled him, his anger and focus were aimed at the two people who had spoiled his show: Sunny and Dick.
"They would pay," he muttered.
"Listen, bloody civilian," the soldier Collins had said, dragging his ear so he would listen with his callous hands. How can humans have a hand made of steel? "Are you listening?" A slap at the back of his head brought him out of his thoughts.
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy. Now here is my warning: if you see our sister along the road, maybe on the right side of the road, you better cross to the left side. If you make a mistake in looking at her, this drilling will be a warmup from the one we will give you. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," Randy said as he was kicked out of the barracks.
He came out looking like a man who had wrestled with a lion. He sniffed the air and cursed loudly. An old woman passing by covered her ears from his string of curses. He tried to apologize, but she just hurried, and just like that, the rain started.
The Long Trek Home
He had no money. He was walking barefoot. It was a far distance to his house; he had no choice but to trek. And when the cold water touched his overworked muscles, he hissed, "Look at me," he would say, "suffering because of two rascal. Oh, how I will deal with them. No, they will get their karma, and I will pay them in full."
He could feel every rough surface on the ground, every stone that poked out of the ground and poked his foot. He could feel them, and the cold, as the wind blew him and the rain slammed into him relentlessly. He shivered and cried from the pain.
A speeding car sprayed more water on him, and he cursed the driver, "You must be stupid driving like you robbed a bank." But the driver didn't hear; he had already vanished in the distance. All this, Randy recorded in his mind. He had drawn a list of what he had gone through, and he expected to collect payment from Sunny and Dick.
He kept walking as the rain blasted him like a hailstorm. He winced, but he never stopped for once. He pushed on, thinking of his warm bed, and he groaned when he remembered he had a portion of beans in his pot. He prayed it hadn't gone spoilt because he hadn't warmed it for two days.
Encounter with the Mad Man
He felt someone following him, and he turned to see a man in a tattered short, long hair, and bushy beard that reached his chest. The man had missing front teeth, and his nails, they looked broken and unkempt. The front of his zipper in his short was exposed, and Randy squinted as he saw what was poking out. "Must be a mad man," he thought as he increased his pace, and he noticed the mad man increased his pace too. He slowed, and the man slowed. He looked around, and he could see people laughing and pointing at him.
He tried to shoo the mad man away. "Shoo, get away from me," he said, using his hand as a gesture.
The mad man laughed and said, "You're mad."
"Get lost, I'm not a mad man like you," Randy said.
"I say you're mad," the man said now as his spittle flew about. Even under the relentless rain, Randy could see the mad glint in the man's eyes and the white foam pouring out of his mouth.
"What crime have I committed to be cursed with a mad man like this?" he thought. "What was my offence? I never even get to have the fun, and yet I'm suffering from such humiliation." He had been told mad men are the strongest men because they are possessed by an evil spirit, and that spirit makes them so strong that it can take about ten men to even subdue a single mad man. He looked at the man again, and this time, he saw the muscle in a chest full of hairs. He saw the square jaw that showed the man is strong. He had nothing to do but to pray for the man to leave him alone. He is drenched to his bone, cold, and has a foot that is getting blistered by the seconds, with cold seeping in from every facet of his being. He stood there until his knee buckled, and he angrily turned to the mad man, "What do you want?"
"Are you mad?" the man asked him again.
"No," he said.
"Ha," the mad man said, "I thought you were mad. I'm looking for my mad friend, so I followed you."
Randy couldn't hold it anymore. He fell on the ground crying and laughing at himself. "Oh, what have I done to deserve this? What is it that my village people want from me?" He watched as the mad man walked away muttering gibberish about how he, Randy, is very mad and stupid.
Arriving at the Compound
Randy had learned his lesson. As he stood up and continued his journey home, he now knows why sneaking around isn't good and why it is said that nothing is hidden under the sun. He had tried to sneak in with the girl, and maybe it was divine intervention, he thought, because it wasn't ordinary that someone would just knock on his door when he was about to get what he wanted, though not through the legal way. Then his mind went to the holy Bible and the Ten Commandments. There is one of the laws that says, "Thou shall not fornicate." He dismissed that as soon as it entered his mind. He protested it was just the wrong person; that was why he was having a very bad week. He walked on for hours, and finally, he saw his compound in the distance. He saw kids playing under the rain from where he was coming from. He couldn't make out their faces, but he thought he would bet with his last cash that Dick and Sunny are among them. He bottled his rage, and soon he was limping toward the entrance to the compound, and sure enough, he saw them. They were surrounded by other kids. He bet again that they had seen him and converged just to mock him with their eyes. He tried to hide his limp and pain, but it wasn't easy. He held his head up, chin thrust up, not daring to let them see how he was beaten both physically, emotionally, and mentally. "Let them have their moment," he thought. "My turn will come, and they will each be served in their own way."
"Welcome, uncle," a voice said as he was about to enter the compound. He turned his head and saw Dick was the one who had greeted him. He stood at the entrance quiet for some moment, and then he closed his eyes so they wouldn't see the murderous rage. Even the rain was hissing as it landed on him. His anger is red hot like a volcano. With a strong will of control, he bared his teeth in a vicious smile. "Thank you," he said and turned to go in, but another voice said.
"Uncle, are you hurt? I think my mum has a balm that can ease your pain." Randy inhaled deeply and released a big gust of air. He was holding himself so strongly; if not for those kids, he never finished the sentence. "I'm fine, don't worry, but thank you."
"Uncle, did they hurt you?" This time it was Sunny, and Randy saw him in the peripheral of his eyes. The kid was exchanging a knowing look with his friends, and he could see the smirk at the corner of his mouth.
"I said don't worry," Randy snapped.
Then a kid of about six came to him holding his discarded shoe. It was the shoe he was wearing when the soldiers took him away. He remembers taking it off so he could run away, but he wasn't lucky, and he wasn't even allowed to wear the shoe. He didn't know the kid's name, but he had seen him around. He knew it was the work of Dick and Sunny. He watched as the little kid came to him and said, "Big uncle, is this your shoe?"
Randy gritted his teeth in a way that made his jaw ache. His hands were trembling, and the whole of his body was shaking. He was just a few inches from committing murder, but then sense prevailed. He closed his eyes and blew out a breath he never knew he was holding. "Yes, little one," he said, "that is mine."
"I was holding it for you. I saw the soldiers took you away. I hope they didn't beat you?"
Randy couldn't hold it anymore. He snatched his shoe and hurried into the compound. "They will pay," he muttered as he hurried in. He could hear them all laughing, and he turned a little, seeing Sunny mimicking his limping.
In His Room
He reached his room, and the first thing he did was to enter his kitchen. He opened his pot. He didn't care about the water dripping down on his floor; he was hungry and he had a score to settle. He checked his beans; it was spoilt. He cursed loudly in a language that made the kids all quieten down and then burst out laughing.
He took off his sodden clothes and dumped them on the floor as he entered the bathroom to bathe. As the warm water hit him, he closed his eyes with relief. He enjoyed the blissful feeling of the warmth that was entering his bones. He stayed there for about five minutes, and by the time he came out, the rain was just a drizzle. He was so tired from the long trek and the hunger. He lay down on his bed and was just about to drift off when a knock came. He froze, fearing the worst, but he stood up and opened the door. He saw his friends Barry and Alister standing there with a plate of food in their hands. Wordlessly, he invited them in, and they handed over the food to him while they sat down on his bed. He ate. They kept silent and let him eat. Randy couldn't believe his luck: a fried chicken with rice, and they even brought a bottle of wine. Damn it, the taste was like he had just eaten divine power. He licked his hand and cracked the bone, sucked the marrow inside, and with a loud belch, he sat down and said, "Thank you, my guys, you just saved me."
The Truth Comes Out
"Wetin happened? [What happened?]" Barry asked him.
"Oboy, no be small matter oh, I was drilled. [Oh boy, this is no small matter, I was drilled]," Randy replied.
"Sorry oh, I hope them go easy on you? [Sorry, I hope they went easy on you?]" Alister said.
"Them wicked, them no let me rest. Sha I suffer eh. [They are wicked, they didn't let me rest. Truly, I suffered, eh.]" Randy said.
"But, you no do anything na. [But, you didn't do anything, right.]"
"I no do anything oh, I tell you guys them knock the door come spoil my show. [I didn't do anything, oh. I tell you guys, they knocked on the door and came to spoil my show.]"
"You sure say na Dick and Sunny? [Are you sure it was Dick and Sunny?]" Barry asked him.
At this, Randy's face twisted into a vicious snarl. His two friends shifted a little from him as they felt the heat radiating from him and the look in his eyes. "Na them, I go bet my right hand na them. [It's them. I would bet my right hand that it's them.]"
"Easy na, you fit commit murder oh. [Take it easy, you might commit murder, oh.]"
"That two boys need to collect wetin no good. [Those two boys need to receive what is not good.]"
He had been seeing the way his two friends were exchanging looks. It was like they were hiding something from him. He couldn't let them treat him like that, so he said, "Talk wetin dey your mind abeg. [Say what is on your mind, please.]"
"Hmmm," Alister paused. "Randy, no be good news oh. [Randy, it's not good news, oh.]"
"Talk ham jor, I no be small pikin. [Say it, please, I'm not a small child.]"
"Well... Eh... see, no vex oh? [Well... uh... see, don't be angry, oh?]" Alister stammered.
"Talk na, I dey calm. [Talk, I am calm.]"
"Okay na. See eh... as them dey drill you for barrack, that babe way cause ham eh, you know that guy them dey call Ace? [Okay then. See, eh... as they were drilling you at the barracks, that girl who caused it, eh, you know that guy they call Ace?]"
"Yes na, that guy get small level and him be player. [Yes, that guy has a small level and he is a player.]"
"Yes na him, [Yes, him,]" Barry interjected.
"Wetin happen to him na? [What happened to him, then?]" Randy asked.
"No be wetin happened oh, na wetin him do. [It's not what happened, oh, it's what he did.]"
"Talk na, wetin him do? [Talk, then, what did he do?]" Randy asked, now looking at them with a serious face.
"Him done run that babe way put you for trouble oh, as you dey barrack, him been dey run ham, [He has run that babe who put you in trouble, oh. While you were at the barracks, he was running after her,]" Barry said.
Randy froze. His hands started shaking, and then he screamed, "So this is why those kids were even laughing more at me." He thought, "What a loser I have been, and now I have been played." He ground his teeth and then looked at his friends. "Leave me alone."
"Calm down na. [Calm down.]"
"I said leave me alone," he roared.
They hurriedly left him. Randy shut his door and wept himself to sleep. He refused to come out of his room for a week. He hid himself inside, and on the first day, he could hear two voices mocking him. He knew who they were; he just didn't have the strength to stand. He started putting Ace in his plan of revenge. On the seventh day, he heard an insistent knocking. He refused to answer, but the knocking wouldn't go away. He groaned as he answered, "Who dey there? [Who is there?]"
And an urgent voice came, "Randy, na me Mr. Ed. [Randy, it's me, Mr. Ed.]"
Randy froze. Mr. Ed is Sunny's father. He is known as a kind man; no one knows where that beast Sunny got his stubborn nature from. He stood up on shaky legs and opened the door. It was a bright morning, and he shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun. "Wow," he had been in darkness all along and had no idea of time and days.
"What is it?" he asked, and it came out more roughly than he expected.
"It's Sunny. My boy is in pain. Please, you're a traditional doctor; come and help him."
Randy breathed hard, and he thought, "Is this my moment of victory? Now I can get that brat. Yes, he is in my power now. It seems like after all my suffering, the heavens remember me." All this was going on in his mind while his expression never changed. "Wetin happen? [What happened?]" Randy asked.
"Him and him friends been dey play so one sick fowl bite him, now the area around him groin done swell. [He and his friends were playing, so a sick fowl bit him. Now the area around his groin has swollen.]"
"Oh, I see," Randy said nastily. "Lead the way, please," he said to Mr. Ed, who hurried to the common area in the compound where he had laid Sunny on a table.
The Reckoning
Sunny was groaning from the pains. He couldn't move his legs, and anytime he breathed, it was like a hot wire moving along his body. He tried to raise his head, but the pain wasn't letting him. He then heard voices. He looked around, and it was like the whole compound was there watching him, and he was only in his shorts, which had been pulled loose. He saw his crush watching and turned bright red., and he blushed redder than a tomato. And then he saw him. He was grinning behind his father. His hands were even trembling from his glee. As their eyes met, Sunny forgot his pains. All he could see was the malice in those dark eyes, the eyes that were telling him he would pay for all his crimes. Sunny started shaking, and people around him held him tight. "No, not him," he said to his father as he came near.
"Shut up. This is the only one who can save you, or do you want your leg cut off?" his father asked angrily.
"No, but..."
"I said shut up. You like playing, and this is the result. Just shut up."
"But.....fa..the..r," Sunny started, but his father never paid him attention.
Randy smiled a calm smile as Mr. Ed turned to him, and he assured him all will be well. And when no one was looking at him, he gave Sunny a nasty grin, and Sunny started screaming, "No, no, no."
"I said shut up," his father barked.
"Don't agitate him more," Randy said. "Allow me to talk to him."
"Sure, go ahead."
Randy walked toward Sunny. He started from his leg and rested his hand on his toe. He squeezed it a little, and Sunny spasmed from the pain. Randy nodded his head, and then he came to Sunny and bent down so only Sunny could hear him.
"Did you knock on my door that day? Tell me the truth, and I will make sure you don't feel anything when I treat you."
Sunny knew he had been caught. He knew his time had come from the moment he saw that look in Randy's eyes, and so he nodded his head. But Randy wouldn't take that. "Say it," he hissed.
"Yes," Sunny said.
Randy closed his eyes. His emotions were plain on his face, and when he opened his eyes, they were red with rage.
"You promise," Sunny said.
"So?"
"Please."
"Did you know I begged the soldiers a lot?" he asked him.
"No, I wasn't there," Sunny said.
"See, you don't know what I went through. And when I remember the grin on their face and how they enjoyed my suffering, I vowed you and Dick will pay."
"I'm sorry, please," Sunny begged.
"I can't go back on my vow. You will pay in full after I'm done with you, so just relax and pray to whoever you worship to forgive you." With that, Randy grinned and stood up, and his eyes locked on Dick, and he muttered, "You're next."
Outro
And so Randy stands at a crossroads—one path paved with vengeance, the other with the fading ghost of his own conscience. Sunny lies helpless on the table, his body swollen, his future hanging on the very fingers of the man he once mocked. The compound watches. The rain has stopped. But the storm inside Randy has only just begun. Will he treat the boy who ruined him with cruelty or cold precision? Will he make Sunny suffer the way he suffered, or will something deeper—shame, exhaustion, or unexpected mercy—change his course? As for Dick, his turn is coming. And somewhere in the shadows of this story, karma taps its watch. The question is not whether Randy will act, but what the cost of his action will be. One thing is certain: after everything he has endured, nothing will ever be the same again—for Randy, for Sunny, or for anyone who thought laughter at another's pain came without a price.
What This Story Teaches Us
Life has a way of routing consequences back to their source — and this story is proof of that.
Randy didn't end up being drilled by soldiers because of bad luck. He was sneaking a girl into his room against the rules, and the knock on his door — annoying as it was — simply exposed what was already in motion. His suffering began with his own choices. Sunny and Dick only lit the fuse on a bomb Randy had already built.
That is the first lesson: your bad choices create the opening for others to bring you down. You cannot fully blame the person who knocks when you were already standing at the edge.
The second lesson is about mockery. Sunny and Dick laughed. The kids in the compound laughed. Even the mad man on the road added to Randy's humiliation. But not one of them stopped to think about what that laughter would cost. Karma didn't arrive with thunder and lightning — it arrived quietly, through a sick chicken biting Sunny in exactly the wrong place, and laying him helpless on a table in front of the one man he should never have wronged.
What you laugh at today has a way of becoming what you beg about tomorrow.
The third lesson is the most powerful one — and it sits at the very end of the story. Randy, the man who was beaten, soaked, starved, robbed, and mocked, now holds all the power. Sunny is exposed, in pain, and completely at his mercy. The compound is watching. And Randy has a choice.
That choice — between cruelty and restraint, between revenge and integrity — is the real story. Because it is easy to be good when life is good. The test of character is what you do when you finally have the power to make someone pay.
True strength is not in how hard you can hit — it is in knowing when not to.
Discussion Questions
With all the trouble Randy had gone through, what do you think he will do to Sunny during the treatment? Do you think karma is always there waiting to collect its bills? And if you were Randy, considering everything you have gone through, what would you do to Sunny?
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