Chapter 361: Caught
Jeff is scared shitless as he swerves through the night’s traffic. With adrenaline coursing through his veins because of the fear of getting caught.
He continued to drive. Too bad his luck has run out because the one being who wanted more entertainment out of him is no longer interested, as he has provided nothing new.
His obsession might have evolved, but it’s still the same as it was from the very beginning, just a different way of looking at it.
The goons continue to chase after it with their faster cars.
Seeing that he won’t be able to escape these people on the open road, Jeff decides to head into the inner parts of the city while the goons continue to give chase.
People jump out of the way as they watch Jeff and the goons coming at them at high speed.
Jeff is getting more frustrated by the second as he sees how persistent the goons are being.
He is so caught up in fear and wanting to escape that he doesn’t even realize that his electric bike is running out of juice.
Jeff continues to drive, entering a part of the city he knows he can use to get away from the goons.
The roads start getting thinner as buildings start getting congested. Jeff sees an opening to a small alley before him.
He grins with excitement as he knows that the goons won’t be able to chase him in.
But before he could even enter the alley, his electric bike died. It started slowing down until it came to a stop inside the alley.
Jeff’s face turned white as he looked down at the dashboard of his electric bike, it’s showing that he was out of battery by flashing red.
Jeff panics and repeatedly presses the start button, but the motor is out of juice; it can no longer spin.
"You stupid fucking shit! What’s wrong with you!" He shouts, punching the dashboard repeatedly.
"Hehehe, boys, looks like his little bike is all out of juice," Jeff hears a voice behind him.
Terrified, he slowly turns his head and sees multiple men standing right behind him with weapons in their hands, mostly clubs and bats.
Jeff gulps, frightened.
He slowly steps away from his electric bike while keeping an eye on the goons.
He saw the wicked grin each one of them had on their faces as they looked at him like hungry wolves.
Jeff knew he was fucked beyond measure, but he still had to try.
"Boys, it’s okay, you can keep the chain, I don’t want it. I was just caught up in the moment and didn’t think much about it. I didn’t want to shout at you. Really! I don’t know what came over me, so please forgive me, and we can let bygones be bygones," he says, unable to hold back his nervous, shaky laughter while he continued to take slow backward steps.
The boss grinned, hearing Jeff’s words.
"Oh, don’t worry about that. We intend to keep that, but you shouting at us is not the reason we are after you," The boss says, smacking the club in his hand as he takes a step forward, and the rest of the goons follow his step.
Jeff is now both confused and terrified.
"Then why are you doing this?" He asks with a terrified, shaky voice.
"Well, because you almost got all of us killed. One of us is dead, and we are going to beat the fuck out of you, break every bone in your body, and make an example out of you before gifting you to the big boss, who will decide your final fate," The boss says.
Jeff is beyond petrified as he hears the big, scary man’s words.
"Yo...your big boss... wh..who is that..?" He asks.
"Oh, you know him very well," the boss says, grinning from ear to ear.
"Our big boss is the same man whom you sent us to kill," The boss drops this bomb on Jeff.
Jeff feels his whole world collapse as he hears the reason he is being chased by the goons is none other than the man he hates the most in the world.
Soon his fear turned into anger, overwhelming fury, but what is the use of all this fury when he can’t do anything about it?
Jeff has lost all hope. He realized that he could never free his goddess from the clutches of that demon, because that demon is too powerful.
He has everything, while Jeff has nothing. Even these low-life goons were unable to resist the temptation of the demon and are now working under him.
Now the only option Jeff has in his arsenal is to run, so he turns his back to the goons and sprints.
"Catch him, don’t let him get away," the boss shouts. His goons immediately give chase.
Since the boss is a big, muscular man, he is not built for giving chase to people running; instead, he will sit here and wait for his goons to bring back Jeff.
Jeff tries to run, but he is not athletic at all. He uses a bike to move around the city, his diet is made of fast food, and he never works out, so how can someone like him escape from a bunch of people who have nothing to do but stay physically fit to be goons?
The gap between Jeff and the goons shrinks within seconds, and before Jeff knows it, he feels someone grab him by his hair and yank him back.
Jeff feels his back crash into the ground, and the wind is knocked out of him.
*GASP* He asks for air while looking up at the goons who have him surrounded with terror in his eyes.
He can see the evil grins on their faces and knows that he is about to get brutalized by these monsters.
"Mother fucker! Do you think you could get away from us? After what you tried to pull?" One of them asks and kicks Jeff right below his shoulder, hard.
Jeff feels his whole body shift from the kick before it starts hurting.
He clutches his shoulder and tries to curl up in a ball to save himself.
"You should have known we would end up dead if we went after him, didn’t you?" Another one says and hits Jeff in the thigh with a bat.
"Aaaaaaa!" Jeff shouts in pain. He doesn’t understand what they are talking about.
"Because of you, we all almost died. You tried to get us killed in the hands of that monster!" Another one said and brought down a hockey bat on his arm.
"ARRRRRRR!" Jeff screams in pain again.
He begins to understand these goons. He realized that they are terrified of Amon.
He sent them to kill Amon, but they walked out of his house terrified. This scared Jeff even more, wondering what Amon did to them to have these rough and ragged people scared out of their minds.
"Because of you, one of our own is dead!" Another one says and smashes Jeff’s knee with a club.
"AAAAAAAAARRGGGGGGGG!" Jeff shrills in pain.
He finds out what these people are so scared of. One of them died in Amon’s hand. That body bag he saw being thrown from the cliff must have been one of the goons. It was not Amon’s chopped-up body as he had hoped it to be.
Jeff starts crying as pain and fear overwhelm him. He realizes that he is going to die, but not here. He recalls what the boss of the goons said.
He is going to be handed over to Amon and let Amon decide his fate.
Jeff concludes that he is going to be killed. If a goon died trying to kill him, what would Amon do to the man who actually set out the hit?
"AARRRRR~" he screams in pain as he feels one of the goons grab him by his hair and pull on it.
He reaches out to grab the goon’s hand and free himself, only for another goon to bash his fingers with a club.
Jeff feels a sharp sting and a crack. The pain is immediate, sharp, and intense.
"ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!" he shouts, holding his broken finger as he is dragged by his hair back to the boss.
Jeff squirms on the floor. He feels his pants rolling off his body as they drag against the floor, which then exposes his skin to the rough floor. It feels like someone is taking a piece of sandpaper and rubbing it against his skin, hard.
Jeff is bawling his eyes out. Pain and fear, accompanied by the sense of dread. He knows he is going to die.
He doesn’t want to. He regrets messing with Amon.
He could have just watched his goddess from afar and enjoyed her beauty. Instead, he tried to get his hands on the forbidden fruit that was his goddess, who was already claimed by the most vicious of demons.
How could he, an ordinary man, win against someone like that?
The only person he would blame other than Amon was himself. It was his own stupidity, thinking that a pathetic lifeform like him could be close to a perfect being like his goddess.
His delusions are now going to cost him not only his ability to watch and worship his goddess but also his pathetic life.
"Boss, here he is," the goon who was holding him by his hair says and tosses him towards the boss, who is now sitting on top of one of the car’s hood, looking down at him with an evil grin.
"You are fucked, hehehe," the boss says.
Jeff feels his doom.