Island personers written by Asmaa Hemeda Ch 3

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Chapter Three

It’s time for prison inmates to gather for their basic lunch meal, and there is still a long queue in front of him.

In any case, he does not care about this prison food.

There is fine food arriving on the support planes that come to the prison. What wonder?! Money makes everything possible.

If he wants to pass everyone in line, it is not difficult; he is the leader.It is enough for him to point at them with his gaze, whether they are prison inmates, officers and guards, or even the commander himself.

Since arriving here two weeks ago, he has been taking advantage of mealtime. To walk around the courtyard reserved for prisoners, where there is a basketball court.

Yes, this prison is under the supervision of the Human Rights Commission.

His wandering was not intended to entertain, meditate, or even participate in those ridiculous games organized by prisoners under the supervision of guards.

He only participates in battles to keep fit and show off his fighting skills, so everyone knows who Chief Rika is.

In fact, he does not care what everyone thinks, because all prisoners know who he is.
Who cares about her? is that beautiful girl whom he saw shining like a full moon, looking out of one of the windows of the administrative building of the prison staff, and when he sent someone to inquire about her, no one told him anything about her.

There are many girls who work in the prison in the buildings intended for women’s detention wards, which are located separately from the men’s wards and also under heavy guard.

In the end, it’s a prison, not a dating place.

When he saw her standing in the window during those battles, his enthusiasm ignited, and he was creative in his performance, leaving space for his opponent.

Then Rika begins to confront those who attack him with infernal moves, which no one can perform better than him, and suddenly he surprises him by launching an attack called “Ricky” at the highest level in order to attract her attention.

In fact, his command is very puzzling because he tasted many types of women, and he never sought to attract the attention of one of them; on the contrary, it is women who seek him, show their charm, and dream of spending one night with the leader.

One of them was so crazy that she filmed their night together and posted it on her accounts on all social media sites under the title “My night with the leader,” and this video has already set a record for the number of views.

But in this case, with that girl, with a unique composition, with her bronzed tan skin, blue eyes, and chestnut gypsy hair, he does not seek to spend a night with her; it is enough for him to see her from that window.

He began to wrap around the building he saw looking out of its window, like a hunter chasing his prey.

And let’s say “Romeo” cleats under the balcony of “his Juliet,” waiting for her to bless him. By seeing her. , but she has not yet appeared.

He started talking to her as if she were listening to him.
“Where are you, my beauty? I miss seeing you. Do you miss me as I am now?! Or am I delusional?”

He recalled a memory of the recent past: when he was standing here in that square, around him and his opponent gathered a large group of prisoners.

He was maneuvering him before the attack; at that time, the opponent wanted to give him a sudden punch with his fist directed at his face, but Rika skillfully avoided it, making the opponent’s hand fly in the air without touching him.

As a result, his attacker rushed forward, overtaking him.

Rika surprised him with a powerful kick to the inside of his foot from behind, causing the opponent to fall on his face.

When he looked up at her, he found her clapping with admiration, and all that remained was for her to blow a whistle of encouragement.

When she did, she made blood rush into his veins in a state of euphoria he had never experienced before, as if he had just received a dose of steroids, which some boxers or those who play street fighting games take.

And when Rika saw her reaction, he began to roar as he circled his opponent, who was lying on the ground.

He moves the muscles of his bare chest flexingly before kneeling on top of it, and he delivers consecutive blows to him.

He is not a sadistic, bloodthirsty person, but all that skill is most prominent: winning her admiration.
Since that day, he has come here on excursions just to see it.

Rika stopped in a place from which he could observe that balcony, leaning his back against the wall behind him, bending his right knee, leaning with the soles of his foot against the wall, reaching into his shirt pocket, taking out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one of them, and exhaling its smoke tightly.

He was frustrated to think it wouldn’t show up today either.

As the last breath he drew from that scroll came out, he came out with its smoke, a burning groan that ignited his chest in despair.

The bell at the end of mealtime announced the need for all prisoners to withdraw to their wards, a profanity that came out from between his lips, indicating how much he hated that whistle that prevented him from waiting for her.

He hates restrictions and loves freedom, but at this time, with this feeling he has never experienced before, he adores being tied up with her, is relieved that he is imprisoned near her, and even wishes he had been sentenced to life imprisonment, as long as those walls contain her body.

He does not tire of waiting for her, even if she is far from him; they did not talk or meet closely, and he could not tell her about this feeling that crept into his heart; she is the distant relative.

If he wants to get out of this prison, all he has to do is send a signal like the one he sent to his faithful friend or many others who are dedicated to earning his trust, whether they are friends or enemies.

Oh, how many friends are there?! Even enemies will lend him a helping hand to avoid his injustice and to be safe from his betrayal and enmity, and they are fully aware that his detention will not be long and he will inevitably leave.

If he wanted to be freed from his imprisonment, a fleet of modern Russian aircraft would have attacked this exile on his orders, destroying it until its columns had faded away and leveling it to the ground as if it had never existed. But that’s the last thing he wants.

He’s now at the peak of his enjoyment.

He pulled his feet away from that place, returning to his ward, oblivious to that observer who, as soon as he had the opportunity, attacked him from behind meanly, surrounding his neck with one arm, and in his other hand, something shiny shined as he lifted it up and stitched it on Rika’s chest.

This was done at a speed that Rika had not yet grasped.

A muffled cry of pain came out of him when this attacker pulled his knife blade from the deep wound he inflicted on him, in preparation for another omission aimed at ending the matter completely by killing him.

That cry was a wake-up call to awaken the survival instinct, so Rika moved his head forward and bounced it back hard, hitting the face of his attacker.

That inattentive inflicted heavy nosebleeds on him, causing confusion for his attacker and possibly breaking a tooth or two of his front jaw, as a result of which the knife stained with Rika’s blood fell to the ground from his opponent’s hand.

Rika leaned over, ignoring his pain, to pick up the knife, coinciding with the attacker’s release to shackle his neck.

Rika quickly lifted his body, turned to face his attacker, grabbed one arm, and twisted it vigorously, taking the other position.

Rika became in control of this person, pointing the blade of the knife at the neck of his opponent.

Rika fixed the sharp tip of the weapon to his neck without stitching it completely.

This caused a puncture in the neck of the other, as a thin line of hot blood flowed down the opponent’s neck.

Rika approached the attacker’s ear, encircling his neck, tightening his blockade with his forearm, while resisting the bleeding of his wound.

Rika said, with intermittent breaths,

“Who are you?! Who ordered you to do that?!”

The other began to groan from the pain caused by feeling suffocated; besides, Rika pressed the knife blade against the bleeding puncture site, which made the situation worse.

When the other did not answer, he told him with hellish threats,

“Well, remain silent and suffer alone as a result of your actions, while the instigator enjoys his life at the time when I will make your soul leave this body.

May it wait for me in hell until I come to you. To complete what I will now begin in dissecting your organs, you brainless.”

The eyes of the man who was handcuffed in front of him turned around, shaking his head in refusal, and Rika loosened his grip on his throat.

The other coughed, gasping for breath, and the words came out of his mouth all at once, saying,

“No, for God’s sake, I’ll talk. The person who ordered me to do this is…”.

👇Chapter Four

Island personers Written by Asmaa Hemeda Ch 4