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The Wolf of Karachi
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M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Dec-7-2018 16:55

It could not have been more than a week since they defeated the mysterious Jack, the mastermind behind the Order of the Sphinx, and his dastardly plan to create a "perfect world", a world full of eunuchs making everyone the same.

In that time, Marc made an enemy and then a friend though Edward Carlyle, a soon-to-be disgraced FBI agent. Edward's team died fighting Sphinx, he was held responsible for each of their deaths. But it was Jasper who sacrificed himself to create the perfect distraction.

Marc sat alone in the dark nursing a bottle of gin, reflecting on the past events. He jumped at the sound of a lout rapping on his door.

"It's open!" He called out without looking up.

Riza walked in. "We're heading to the train station. The train leaves in an hour to Karachi. You ready?"

Marc gulped the last of his gin and tossed the bottle behind him, shattering the glass against the wall as he stood up. He heafted his bag over his shoulder and smiled.

"Let's go get our friend."

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camak
camak

Apr-21-2019 23:25

Other lesser Parivaar would perform the nirwaan the barbaric way, just rub it with ginger, chop it off and hoping the new hijra would not bleed to death. Not so with Guru Camak’s Parivaar. Every chela is precious to her, and their unbirth is sacred — a new beginning to a life for those with little options.

Her chelas had scented the room with particular flowers and spices best at masking the scent of blood, and belled sitars will play to cover the muffled screams. Camak could smell the vapor in the air as well; lowering the visibility would help calm everyone down. Today Krishna shall perform the rite of passage.

‘Has Aarti drank the Brew?’ Camak was known to pay attention to every little details.

‘Yes Mother, he will feel very little pain.’ Krishna replied in her signature silvery voice; Camak probably favored Krishna for that strong, confident tone her oldest chela possessed.

‘We must ensure the words that get out are positive, given he was taken from his cousin’s wedding.’ Camak had always treaded with caution. Their Parivaar may be less receptive at weddings if people perceive them as Snatchers. People usually fear matters they do not understand, and it can play both ways, especially for hijras.

After Krishna assured mother Camak that all details were well attended to, the music started and Aarti was brought into the unbirth room, bare as a newborn. He knelt in front of mother Camak, where he received his final blessing as a boy. ‘You shall become more, by removing the excess baggage you shall begin your journey to divinity,’ Guru Camak recited, followed by additional chants of reassurance. ’Are you ready, Aarti my soon-to-be chela?’

‘Yes, mother Camak.’ Aarti replied in a drowsy voice. The Brew was taking effect.

camak
camak

Apr-21-2019 23:29

Camak gave the Nod and Aarti was taken to be laid onto the slanted stone slab, with the head on the lower end. This would ensure less blood flow to the lower half of his body. The slab was well polished, so simple wiping would rid it of all blood stains. The chelas bound Aarti’s wrists and ankles with dark silk. As Krishna rubbed Aarti’s manhood with their special blend of ginger and spices, Aarti begin to sob.

‘Oh goddess Bahuchara Mata… I have my doubts, I want to go back to my family…’

Camak sat straight in alarm. ‘Mishti, you haven’t bounded his voice!’

Mishti quickly apologized and gagged Aarti immediately, but the damage was already done. Krishna came next to Camak in one quick sweep. ‘Mother, what should we do?’ Camak could sense the nervousness in her voice, they knew that if words got out that they performed the nirwaan on the unwilling, the reputation of their Parivaar would go down the drain. However, releasing Aarti now would still damage their name for taking Aarti in the first place. Camak remembered the feel of his small frame and weighted all the prospective buyers he would rake in…

Just at that moment another young chela rushed into the room. ’Mother, it’s Bhedyia on the telephone. He said it’s urgent.’

Camak cursed under her breath. Seldom would Camak lose her temper in front of her chelas; she never acted her own hot-headed self unless she was alone with Bhedyia. Perhaps the mentioning of his name had triggered her true nature.

‘Proceed with the nirwaan.’ Camak announced. The air froze despite the heat and moisture in the room. ‘Aarti had taken the Brew and it is fooling her mind. She had declared her will in front of me and received my blessings. No one in this room will recite the babbling made on the stone slab, or that chela will be forever cast out from my Parivaar with an ill name. You all know what would happen to abandoned chelas without a family to look after them!’

camak
camak

Apr-21-2019 23:30

Camak left the room immediately without waiting for their reaction. She needed to take the call from her dear Wolf and her absence would leave the chelas with no other choice.

‘Bhedyia.’ Camak picked up the phone receiver and snapped. Having a telephone line in Gujarat spoke weight to her status in the country.

‘Everything alright?’ The wolf sensed her temper, so he changed his tone of voice, ‘I’ve got good news.’

‘Good, I need some of that right now.’ In the distance Camak could hear the muffled screams of Aarti between the sitar and bells. Her chelas were obeying well.

‘Two of those fool detectives took the bait.’ Bhedyia grinned.

‘Oh, spare me no detail!’ Camak needed the distraction right then. She prefer not to smell the blood if she had the choice.

‘Remember I told you about that scrap piece of paper with scribbles we could not understand?’

‘The one in her jacket? Yes you mentioned there was a name on it, Bethany, it was?’

‘Yes, we knew the thief did her homework before she stole into your Parivaar, so she knew where that map would lead to. This may bring them, and us, closer to the thief.’

‘Since we cannot stop them from trying to find our thief, may as well let them do the dirty work for us?’ Camak smiled, Bhedyia was learning from her as well.

‘Yes. They went to the air strip posing as FBI agents!’ Bhedyia scoffed, ‘My big nosed contact took them to the hangar where I planted the jacket. I even ripped it for extra effects.’

‘And I’m sure you are trailing them without them knowing?’ Camak had to make sure.

‘My contacts from The Circle of Light are watching them like the sun and the moon.’

‘Just make sure they won’t be clouded over! Losing them now is not an option.’

She was given to a Parivaar as a baby boy so she knew about the lack of options. That was part of life as it was, but the map... it would give her healing beyond her imagination. Everything depended on it.

camak
camak

Apr-21-2019 23:31

Before that could happen, she knew there were practical matters to attend to. She hung up the phone to return to the unbirthing chamber.

The deed was done and her daughters were releasing the unconscious new chela from the gags and bonds. She would need days to regain her mind and weeks before she could walk properly, but buyers could take her before that if it suits Camak. She will have to decide about the right timing.

She would need to punish Mishti for failing to remember her duty to bound Aarti’s voice as well. Camak’s more abusive buyers could have their ways with that little chela for a few days. Usually Camak would protect her family from aggression, but there were buyers with more provocative habits to satisfy and dishing them as punishments to her chelas serve both sides well. Camak was a genius at balancing, and it made her Parivaar and her power grew to what it had became.

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