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“You can't kill me.”

“Ye wena nja, you think this is your mother's house?” Sanele says, a menacing look on his face.

“And why can't we kill you exactly?” Snakes eyes Fingers disgustingly.

Fingers chuckle devilishly, coughing out blood. Muzi and Ntanga had given him some mean punches. He looked like an animal from a horror movie, his face was buttered up with blood, swollen and his lips were cut too.

“Because I know something you don't.” He says in an attempt to save himself.

“And you are going to tell me that something so your death is less painful.” Siya’s voice is filled with authority and death.

“Msunu ka nyoko.” Fingers spits.

(Your mother's cunt)

He spits blood on the floor and then smirks. Siya keeps a poker face on. Sanele has been smoking a cigarette, while Snakes has been peeling off an orange fruit. Fingers strapped on an electronic chair.

“Light it up.” Siya commands with a sigh to Muzi who has his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattoos. Muzi was handsome and bul