Sesi Layak
Sudah empat hari Afif di rumah agam Tuan Fazri sejak dia diselamatkan dari ditangkap oleh pemilik kedai itu. Sepanjang waktu itu, dia telah dirawat dan diberi makan dengan sangat baik sehingga rasa sakitnya itu semakin hilang walaupun kesan lebam masih lagi kelihatan. Walaupun begitu, kata-kata Tuan Fazri pada waktu itu masih lagi terngiang-ngiang di fikirannya. "Ak... aku? Kerja dekat sini?", bisiknya yang masih keliru dengan keputusannya itu. Sejujurnya, dia tidak mahu pun bekerja di sana kerana dia sudah biasa mencari wang secara bersendirian walaupun dengan cara haram namun, dia terpaksa kerana dirinya dalam masalah dan dengan menyetujuinya sahaja membolehkan dirinya terlepas dari di penjara. Tanpa sedar, pintu biliknya terbuka dan seorang pembantu rumah masuk sambil membawa makanan tengah hari beserta ubat. "Terima kasih", kata Afif kepada pembantu rumah itu lalu dibalasnya sebelum dia keluar semula dari bilik itu. Pada waktu itu, dia terpandang pada tingkap biliknya lalu dia pun bergerak ke arah itu untuk melihat suasana di luar rumah itu. Pada waktu itu, muncul satu idea di fikirannya yang agak bagus dan bermanfaat pada dirinya. Pada malam itu, saat semua penghuni di rumah itu sudah tidur nyenyak, Afif pun mulai menjalankan rancangannya untuk larikan diri. Melalui tingkap itu, dia melangkah keluar dari rumah itu lalu berlari ke arah taman berdekatan dengan berhati-hati. Melihat keadaan sekeliling selamat, dia cuba bergerak ke arah pagar uang berdekatan namun dia disergah oleh seseorang dari belakang. "Jangan lari, lagi teruk nanti dia kerjakan kau", kata seseorang memeranjatkan Afif lalu dia pun terus menoleh ke belakang dan kelihatan sosok tubuh yang dia kenali. "Macam mana kau tahu aku dekat sini?", soal Afif pada pembantu rumah itu. "Aku tahu yang kau akan lari juga, tapi aku nasihatkan kau supaya jangan lari. Dia ada mata-mata yang tahu gerak-geri kau. Kalau kau nak selamat, lebih baik kau ikut aku balik", kata pembantu rumah itu lagi. Afif yang mula ragu-ragu itu pun membatalkan niatnya untuk lari lalu mengikuti dia balik ke rumah agam itu.
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"Tu... tuan, tolong tuan. Tolong lepaskan saya, tuan. Sa... saya akan bayar balik pertolongan tuan hari itu. To... tolong, tuan", rayu Afif saat pengawal-pengawal peribadi Tuan Fazri mula mengikat kedua-dua tangannya ke atas dan kakinya diikat secara mengangkang setelah kot hitamnya ditanggalkan. Namun, Tuan Fazri hanya tersenyum sinis dan membiarkan sahaja pengawal-pengawal meneruskan arahannya itu. Terpampanglah tubuh Afif yang tergantung di tengah-tengah bilik tuannya itu dengan bajunya mulai basah dengan keringat terutama sekali di bahagian ketiaknya yang sangat jelas kelihatan. Lalu, salah seorang pengawalnya yang bertubuh sasa mulai mendekati hadapan tubuhnya dan setelah menerima isyarat dari tuannya itu, 'bukkk', satu tumbukkan kuat mengenai perut Afif. Afif yang tidak sedar akan hal itu terus menjerit kesakitan dan badannya sedikit meronta-ronta. 'Bukkk' 'bukkk', sekali lagi perutnya ditumbuk dengan kuat menambahkan lagi rasa senak padanya. "Arghhh, ampun, tuan. Tolong, tuan. Saya akan bayar balik, lepaskan saya, tuan. Arghhh erghhh", Afif meronta-ronta diselangi dengan tumbukan demi tumbukan yang dirasainya. Tidak lama kemudian, seorang lagi mendekatinya dan kali ini dia sedang memegang sesuatu yang berwarna hitam seperti cotar lalu, 'pap' 'pap', cotar pun dihayunkan mengenai belakang badan Afif manakala perutnya masih lagi ditumbuk beberapa kali. Rasa sakit yang dirasainya semakin kuat dan tidak tertahan, dia pun menjerit kesakitan setiap kali tubuhnya dipukul oleh mereka. "Arghhh, ampun tuan. Ampun, lepaskan saya. Tolong tuan, lepaskan saya. Saya tak tahan, sakit, sangat sakit, tuan. Erghhh arghhh", rayunya lagi, malah air mata sudah pun bergelinangan di matanya. "Jangan berhenti selagi saya tidak suruh", arah Tuan Fazri kepada pengawalnya lalu mereka pun terus-menerus menumbuk dan memukul tubuhnya yang semakin lemah.
Setelah setengah jam dirinya diperlakukan sebegitu, akhirnya Tuan Fazri pun mengarahkan mereka untuk berhenti menyeksanya. Kelihatan Afif yang sudah kepenatan dan nafasnya yang laju pada waktu itu, namun itu tidak membuatkan Tuan Fazri menamatkan kesengsaraannya. Setelah beberapa minit mereka berehat, tuan mereka memberikan arahan baru untuk menanggalkan pakaian Afif sehingga dia hanya berseluar dalam berwarna putih berjenama "England" yang sudah sedikit lencun dek kerana keringatnya. Tidak lama selepas itu, Tuan Fazri bangun lalu berjalan mendekati Afif dan berkata, "Kalau kau kuat, kau pasti akan mampu harungi ujian ni. Aku tahu kau kuat", lalu dia pun mulai menyentuh dan mengusap-usap tubuhnya yang basah peluh itu, beberapa kali juga dia menggentel-gentel puting Afif dan meraba-raba ketiaknya yang berbulu halus itu. Setelah puas meraba tubuhnya, Tuan Fazri pun kembali ke kerusinya dan menganggukkan kepalanya sebagai isyarat kepada para pengawalnya itu. Lalu, salah seorang dari mereka kembali mendekati tubuh Afif sambil membawa seutas tali sebat yang agak panjang berwarna hitam. Tidak lama selepas itu, 'pap', satu sebatan dikenakan ke belakang tubuh Afif sehingga dia berteriak sakit dan nafasnya semakin laju semula. 'Pap' 'pap', sekali lagi tubuhnya disebat sehingga jelas kesan luka sebatan baharu di kulit belakangnya. Kali ini Afif tidak dapat menahan kesakitan yang dialaminya sehinggakan air matanya semakin deras mengalir ke pipi sambil dia beberapa kali merayu kepada Tuan Fazri. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', pengawal itu menyebatnya lagi sambil mengelilingi tubuh Afif yang masih tergantung itu agar libasan itu mengenai kawasan tubuhnya yang lain. "Am... ampun, tuan. Sa... sakit sangat. Tolong tuan. Tolong, saya tak tahan", rayu Afif sambil tubuhnya meronta-ronta lemah cuba melepaskan diri. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', sebatan demi sebatan dilepaskan ke arah tubuhnya dengan begitu sadis sekali sehinggakan warna kulitnya yang sawo matang itu penuh kemerahan dan lebam yang sedikit membiru. Beberapa minit dirinya masih dilibas, datang seorang lagi pengawal mendekatinya lalu tak semena-mena dia mulai melibas sejenis alat sebatan yang lain, yang mana beberapa tali diikat pada satu pemegang. Berkali-kali gandalah kwsakitan yang Afif rasai pada siang itu sehinggakan dia tidak larat untuk berdiri dan hanya tergantung buai di tengah-tengah mereka itu. Mukanya hanya memandang ke siling dengan mulutnya yang terbuka sehingga mengalir air liurnya ke leher dan nafas yang tercungap-cungap. Namun, seksaan padanya masih diteruskan untuk jangka masa yang lama dan bunyi setiap sebatan itu memenuhi ruang bilik yang suasananya sunyi.
'Dong' 'dong' 'dong', jam di dinding bilik Tuan Fazri mulai berbunyi menandakan sudah masuk jam satu petang. Lalu, Tuan Fazri pun mengarahkan mereka berhenti dan melepaskan ikatan di tangan dan kakinya itu. 'Gedebup', tubuh Afif jatuh dan tertiarap ke lantai setelah ikatan di tangannya itu dibuka. Setelah ikatan di kakinya dibuka, Tuan Fazri mengarahkannya untuk berdiri pada waktu itu juga. Pada mulanya, Afif tidak larat kerana tangan dan kakinya yang masih lenguh dan sakit, namun dia gagahkan diri juga dan mulai membangkitkan dirinya perlahan-lahan sehinggalah dia tegak berdiri sepenuhnya. Tuan Fazri yang melihat itu pun mulai bangun dari kerusinya dan berjalan menghampiri Afif. "Tidak aku sangka, kau betul-betul gagah menahan segala kesakitan, seperti yang aku jangkakan. Syabas, mulai sekarang kau adalah pekerja bawahan aku dan secara rasminya kau di bawah perlindungan aku", kata Tuan Fazri sambil memegang dagu Afif dan mendongakkannya sehingga mereka bertentangan mata. Setelah itu, para pengawalnya pun membantu Afif balik ke biliknya untuk dirawat luka-lukanya itu. "Te... terima kasih, tuan", ucap Afif dengan lemah lalu dirinya pun dibawa pergi dari bilik tuannya itu.
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It has been four days that Afif live in Mr. Fazri's mansion since he was saved from being arrested by the owner of the shop. During that time, he was treated and fed so well that the pain subsided even though the bruises were still visible. Even so, Sir Fazri's words at that time were still ringing in his mind. "M... me? Work at here?", he whispered, still confused by his decision. To be honest, he didn't even want to work there because he was used to finding money on his own even in illegal ways, however, he had to because he was in trouble and by agreeing to it he was able to escape from prison. Unknowingly, the door to his room opened and a maid came in carrying lunch and medicine. "Thank you", said Afif to the maid and he replied before he left the room again. At that time, he looked at the window of his room and he moved towards it to see the surrounding area outside the house. At that time, an idea appeared in his mind that was quite good and beneficial to him. That night, when all the residents of the house were sleeping soundly, Afif began to carry out his plan to escape. Through the window, he stepped out of the house and cautiously ran towards the nearby park. Seeing that the surroundings were safe, he tried to move towards the fence but he was stopped by someone from behind. "Don't run, he'll do worse to you later", someone said surprising Afif and then he looked back and saw a figure he knew. "How did you know I am here?", asked Afif to the maid. "I know you will run away too, but I advise you not to run away. He has a spy who knows your movements. If you want to be safe, you better come back with me", said the maid again. Afif, who began to doubt, canceled his intention to run and followed the maid back to the mansion.
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"Si... sir, please sir. Please let me go, sir. I... I will pay back about your help that day. Pl... please, sir", pleaded Afif as the bodyguards began to tie both his hands up and his legs tied crosswise after his black coat was removed. However, Sir Fazri just smiled cynically and let the guards continue with his instructions. Afif's body was displayed hanging in the middle of his master's room with his formal shirt starting to get wet with sweat, especially in his armpits which were very clearly visible. Then, one of his bodyguards who has quite tough body began to approach his body and after receiving the signal from his master, 'bukkk', a strong punch hit Afif's stomach. Afif who was not aware of that continued to scream in pain and his body thrashed a little. 'Bukkk' 'bukkk', once again his stomach was punched hard adding to his pain. "Arghhh, forgive me, sir. Please, sir. I will pay you back, let me go, sir. Arghhh erghhh", Afif's body floundering with punch after punch that he felt. Not long after, another person approached him and this time he was holding something black like a cottar then, 'pap' 'pap', the cottar was swung at Afif's back while his stomach was still being punched several times. The pain he felt became stronger and unbearable, he screamed in pain every time his body was hit by them. "Arghhh, forgive me sir. Forgive me, let me go. Please sir, let me go. I can't take it, it hurts, it hurts so much, sir. Erghhh arghhh", he begged again, even tears already welling up in hid eyes. "Don't stop until I tell you", Sir Fazri instructed his guards and they continued to punch and beat his increasingly weak body.
After half an hour of being treated like that, Sir Fazri finally ordered them to stop torturing him. Afif looked tired and his breathing was fast at that time, but that did not make Sir Fazri end his misery. After a few minutes of their rest, their master gave new instructions to remove Afif's clothes until he was only wearing white underwear with the brand "England" that was already slightly stained with sweat. Not long after that, Sir Fazri got up and walked over to Afif and said, "If you are strong, you will definitely be able to face this test. I know you are strong", then he started touching and stroking his sweaty body, several times he caressed Afif's nipples and groped his hairy armpits. After feeling his body, Sir Fazri returned to his chair and nodded his head as a signal to his guards. Then, one of them approached Afif's body again while carrying a rather long black whipping rope. Not long after that, 'pap', a blow was applied to the back of Afif's body until he cried out in pain and his breathing became faster again. 'Pap' 'pap', once again his body was whipped until the marks of a new whipping wound were visible on his back skin. This time Afif couldn't hold back the pain he was experiencing so much that his tears flowed down his cheeks as he pleaded with Sir Fazri several times. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', the guard whipped him again while circling Afif's still hanging body so that the lash hit other parts of his body. "I... I'm sorry, sir. I... it hurts so much. Please sir. Please, I can't take it", pleaded Afif as his body thrashed weakly trying to escape. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', lash after lash was unleashed on his body so sadistically that his tanned skin was full of redness and slightly bluish bruises. For a few minutes he was still being flogged, another guard came near him and suddenly he started to flog another type of whipping tool, where several ropes were tied to one handle. The pain that Afif felt that day was so hard that he was unable to stand and just hung on the swing weakly in the middle of them. His face was just looking at the ceiling with his mouth open so that his saliva was running down his neck and his breath was gasping. However, the torture on him continued for a long time and the sound of each stroke filled that quiet room.
'Dong' 'dong' 'dong', the clock on the wall of Sir Fazri's room started to ring indicating that it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Then, Sir Fazri ordered them to stop and untie his hands and feet. 'Gedebup', Afif's body fell and lay on the floor after the bonds in his hands were untied. After the ties on his legs were untied, Sir Fazri ordered him to stand up at that moment. At first, Afif was weak because his arms and legs were still numb and sore, but he braved himself and started to get himself up slowly until he stood up completely. Sir Fazri who saw that started to get up from his chair and walked towards Afif. "Well, you really bravely face all the pain, as I expected. Well done, from now on you are my subordinate and officially you are under my protection", said Sir Fazri while holding Afif's chin and lifting him up until they face to face each other. After that, the guards helped Afif back to his room to treat his wounds. "Th... thank you, sir", said Afif weakly and then he was taken away from his master's room.
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