-Cambodia-
"Fvck! Fvck!"
The curses that were flying out of his mouth can compete with the buzzing of mosquitoes that he kept on slapping away but failed miserably. There were just too many of them and there was no way for him to keep up, hence, he let his mouth loose and cursed non-stop.
He found out early on that the mosquito repellant was useless to them. They just kept on coming that his ears seemed to be buzzing twenty-four-seven.
He wanted to contact his father but his phone was commandeered by the two men that his father sent with him to this God forsaken place. He looked up from pulling grass and saw the two men who had his phone, wallet, and pills, sitting under the shade, drinking coconut juice while five young women were frolicking with them.
Their giggles were like an insult to his busted ego. He glared at them but the other guard just raised his brow at him mockingly. He wanted to hurl the pile of grass on his face.
