“Call me whatever you wish, but take it as a guarantee, after all, I am not in any position to issue out threats. For your information, your husband already knows about Mum Michael’s many attempts on my life and I already placed a complaint with the police. When Kenny finally realises I’m missing which won’t be long because he calls every hour to gist, she will be the first person to be contacted and do you think she would be able to cover up for you about my disappearance?” I bluffed some more that, that was the only weapon at my disposal.
“That is not your business, when it comes to that our plan work has got it covered.”
Her phone suddenly rang and she excused herself but the door was not firmly shut. I looked to the widows and saw there were burglary proofs installed, which made my hope dwindle but I was not going to give up without a fight. In fact, it would turn out messier than they bargained for.
I tried to move my arms as they were tied in front of me, I managed to work the knots loose on my feet but did not let it totally free. I heard Deola returning to the room and I quickly straightened back in my chair and it suddenly occurred to me that the chair I was sitting on would be the perfect weapon.
She did not suspect a thing.
“Are you remorseful for what you did?”
“Why, will my answer reduce my sentence?” I spat at her.
“You know what surprised me about you is that even in the face of all this, you are not showing any form of remorse. You are still acting haughty and living in denial that this whole thing is totally your fault. You are acting as if you have Calvary on the way to appear any minute with bullets flying up and around to come save you. When you are merely like a flicker of light that can be put out in just a second as your fate is swinging in balance and where it swings to is totally left to me. Your fate lies in my hands.” She smiled as she said the last part, looking like the witch that fed Cinderella an apple.
“I even thought of being less harsh with you, but you attitude suggests I do otherwise because you are obviously enjoying this, aren’t you?” She continued.
“See, If I would die at your hands today, it’s already predestined, so begging for my life would only fuel your ego and fury, so I don’t need to do that. Secondly about being remorseful, no I don’t regret sleeping with your husband, in actual fact he was my first and the only one. I don’t regret it one bit, he is every bit of a man he promised to be to me and more, so if you think I should regret that just to pacify you, I won’t. I had options to have you eliminated from his life either physically or diabolically but I chose not to, because believe it or not, I knew about you long before you knew about me. You would have been long gone, but I did not do that, so if you don’t think that is a good deed on my part coupled with the fact that I have been helping your ministry by keeping your husband sated when he was not actually getting enough of it from you, then there is nothing to talk about, in fact you owe me your life, marriage and the lives of your kids.”
“Don’t you dare mention my kids, with that your filthy mouth” she slapped me across the face again. I knew I needed her to get angry and physical to also get my adrenaline pumping, so I was prepared for it.
“Filthy? Your husband I’m afraid would not agree with you. This mouth worked wonders on his….you know. It made him scream my name and sometimes cry like a baby with his hands buried in my hair as I worked my magic tricks on him. Did he ever tell you he loves blow-jobs? He adores it and makes him go crazy. He told me you never gave him a blow-job even when he gave you heads many times, not even once. That is selfish, babe. Sel-fish. I make him scream, I don’t know how loud he moans when he is with you but with me, he makes loud noises, my neighbours sometimes took their kids out once he arrived.” She hit me again the second time across my face causing my neck to make a painful twist.
“Shut your mouth”
“And the little pot of gold between my legs he named heaven, heaven he said is actually closer than we think.”
“Shut your mouth you bi*ch” she hit me again, picking up the belt this time to beat me all over. I fell from the impact of her hit and felt the chair under me shatter, losing at the corners with the nails barely holding the components together. I was in that position when I watched or felt her move out of the room. I hurriedly loosened the knots on my feet and used my teeth to work the knots on my wrists, moving at the same time weakly to the door where I turned the lock on the door, locking them out, quickly devising a means of escape.
I rushed to the windows and shook the burglar proof. One was very sturdy. I moved to the other one and found a crack at one of the corners. I pushed hard at it several times as much as my weak arms would let me. I heard confused noise at the door, so I knew I had very few minutes left to make the burglar proof give way or I was toast.
The pounding on the door became louder and heavier as though they were using something heavy to get the door open, or a very sturdy being using his shoulders. Nice door, by the way. It looked like it would take them a little longer to break it down, or not. I saw the frame splitting opening, meaning the door was not so strong after all, so I knew it was just a matter of seconds before the door would give in and the burglary proof was not budging as I hoped so I ran to the chair lying weakly on the floor, removed two legs from the front, luckily one had nails sticking out of it.
Moment spent in front of TV watching action movies would not go to waste as I knew a surprise attack , speed, full force were the weapons I had and failure to use them well would cost me my life. So I took a stand far enough from the door from hitting me but also close enough to launch the first attack on whoever came in first. They did not see me coming; the first head to come through the door received a skull crashing hit from the leg of the chair with nails. The howls of pain shattered the serenity of the early morning. He however, did not fall down but lifted me off the ground and hard against the wall. My head crashed into the iron bars at the window and without telling me, I knew I would bleed badly, I used the wall as a leverage and brought with more force the two legs of the chair on his back, his head, not sparing anywhere on his body. He fell hard on the floor and the shocked look on Deola’s face was priceless as I knew the savage look on my face too scared her.
She was confused and did not know what to go for, cover or weapon. I lost my footing but not totally because of the man trying to get the weapons out of my hands. He could not as I held on to it. At that time it was worth more than a nuclear weapon and the only hope I had of being able to fight my way out of the Deola’s den. She retreated but I was still busy with the brute trying to crush me, but as I said, I would make it messier than they planned, I did not wait to catch a breath of to feel the pains coursing through my skull nor wait to blink the sudden lost of sight I felt from hitting the wall so hard.
I dealt more blows with the sticks to the man writhing in pain on the floor as I quickly moved over his body to exit the room. Deola was still looking for a weapon I presumed, so I held on to mine tightly, not forgetting she might have something more dangerous than the nukes in my hands. She was not as lucky as I thought, so when I stepped out of the door, she was returning to the room empty handed. Maybe she thought her PA had handled me, she was wrong, damn wrong.
My exit scared her as she tried to run towards me but I charged at her instead, with my head first and my full weight into it, knocking her off her feet and hard against the opposite wall. She was stunned as she could not stand up. I made sure I did not drop my weapons as I saw many idiots did in action movies. I contemplated hitting her on the head with it to buy me time but I went for her arm instead. She let out a loud shout in pain and I quickly looked around to find the nearest exit. I ran as fast as I could to the door that looked like it led outside.
I suddenly felt dizzy, I touched the back of my head which was definitely bleeding from the crash at the window. Everything seemed to be floating and the ground I walked on became unsteady, but I did not stop even though I did not hear anyone coming after me. I knew I was not at the place to stop for a breath yet, so I pushed on, not running but not walking ether. When I exited the main gate of the house I was being held, I saw in front of me a long street.
The story continues…
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