All Chapters of Tea and Guns: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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                                  1. The afternoon was a bright canopy of sunlight and the sun itself sat overhead in all it's white glory, undaunting in it's scorching heat. It brightly shone on the acqua-blue BMW as it pulled up to a stop at the guard booth at the beginning of the maximum security prison.  The prison loomed ahead, a monstrous building of concrete. Thick razorwire surrounded the grass ground shining in the bright sun. Guards in towers high up scanned the perimeter with their binoculars. The smoked window at the driver's side rolled down and a black guy handed a uniformed guard his license and ID card. He was dressed in a conspicuous bright red suit, his slicked back onyx black hair reflected the sun, his eyes were hidden behind large sunglasses. The uniform

                                    7.    Dalikoven Meta hung upside down over the stove, his head mere inches away from the red hot grate. He could smell the hair on his head burn away slowly and before he knew it his head would catch fire. 'So, are you ready to spill your disgusting guts?' the kid who had taken him from the prison said, lazily spinning the remote control of the pulley on his fingers. He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to spit at his face. 'No way.' Wordlessly, the boy pulled a gear on the control and his head slammed into the grill. Dalikoven screamed in anguish as his hair burned to his scalp and started to singe, filling the air with the malodorous smell of burning flesh. 'Okay, okay!' he cried. The boy took his time