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Re: Dead Trap by wizsolzy(m): 5:56am On Oct 29, 2018
Were our writer self undecided
Re: Dead Trap by juninhouj: 8:55am On Oct 29, 2018
wizsolzy:
Were our writer self undecided him don lose ooo, make we go do gulder ultimate search
Re: Dead Trap by anyimpro(m): 9:19am On Oct 29, 2018
abeg update naaaa. I can't wait any longer
Re: Dead Trap by wizsolzy(m): 9:35am On Oct 29, 2018
Why NL mods dey change Watin person write self? undecided
Re: Dead Trap by do4luv14(m): 12:36pm On Oct 29, 2018
wizsolzy:
Were our writer self undecided


guy how far, shey u don hear from mama ejima
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 2:02pm On Oct 29, 2018
anyimpro:
abeg update naaaa. I can't wait any longer





I will update oo



Really sorry.... For the delay...


I lost the book i wrote the story on.. So i have been finding it o....

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Re: Dead Trap by wizsolzy(m): 6:21pm On Oct 29, 2018
do4luv14:



guy how far, shey u don hear from mama ejima

Yeah cheesy
Re: Dead Trap by do4luv14(m): 7:30pm On Oct 29, 2018
wizsolzy:


Yeah cheesy


its being quite a longtime, and am missing TRADITION alot,
how is she hope all is well with her
Re: Dead Trap by wizsolzy(m): 7:47pm On Oct 29, 2018
do4luv14:



its being quite a longtime, and am missing TRADITION alot,
how is she hope all is well with her

Tradition have gone on recesses.. but all is well with her
Re: Dead Trap by do4luv14(m): 10:17pm On Oct 29, 2018
wizsolzy:


Tradition have gone on recesses.. but all is well with her

extend my greetings to her and the twins

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Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 1:03pm On Oct 30, 2018
DEAD TRAP
EPISODE 8



QETSIYAH"Brad yelled as he ran through the rain.... Lightning cracked overhead, sharply silhouetting baobab branches that clawed up to the sky... His mind twisted in on itself as he registered that she was sprawled over the leopard.. Not under it.. Her long wet hair tailing into the river of mud.. Neither she nor the animal moved...

He dropped to his haunches at her side.. Fear choking him as he felt for a pulse.. But as he touched her skin.. She raised her head.. Haunted eyes met his.. Mascara trailing black tears down her cheek....

"Brad""

"It's okay, am here"

"I killed her"her voice came out in a cracked whisper.... "I shot her"

He touched the animal, it's fur was warm...

"She was above me.. In the branches... Coming down, hissing.. I shot her before she could kill me... I.... There was a..... I didn't.... I"she began to shake.. Unable to form words

"Hey....! He whispered, gathering her into his hands..... "It's okay"

She folded into him.. Resting her wet hair against his chest....

Brad held her for a moment as she sob with great big wrenching heaves.. A reciprocal emotion swelled hot though his chest and he put his face up to the rain..

The enormity of his responsibility suddenly overwhelming... He knew that failing this woman will be the end of him...

Inhaling deeply, he smoothed her wet hair off her cheek..... "Persia"he whispered.. Looking deep into her eyes.... "We can talk about it later but now we need to move"

He pick up the rifle lying in the mud and lifted her to her feet leading her to the jeep.. He helped her into the passenger seat.. The canopy protecting her from rain...he quickly rustled through the pile of gear he'd loaded in the backseat.. Found a heavy gray blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders...

Her eyes caught his.. Held.. Then she looked away.. Drawing the blanket tighter around her shoulders.. Shivering.. Her face bloodless......

Brad was fully aware that the physical and metal effect of shock were often underestimated.. It was a medical condition that could become dangerous and fast... He needed to watch her closely.. Make sure she stay warm.. But their immediate priority was crossing the border or they'd be trapped on this side and facing Amal by morning......

"We'll get you some dry clothes as soon as we get over the river, okay""

She didn't reply... Wouldn't meet his eyes...

"Then i will splint your arm, get some food into you"He added and placed a water bottle beside her.... "Stay hydrated.. Okay.... There is probably aspirin in that kit there at your feet.. Take what you need"

She just sat.. Staring wide-eyed into space.. Jaw tight..

Brad ran back to the Leopard sprawled in the mud.. She was right.. It was a female.. She'd shot it in the throat... He saw the enlargeed teats on the animal's belly.. Glancing up into the tree, he panned through the branches with his flashlight and his heart just about cracked... A cub.. Mewling, the sound drowned out by the storm.... That must have been what truly shattered Qetsiyah...

He crouched and shunted the dead Leopard onto his shoulders..it was heavy and blood washed with rain rushed down his arm as he made his way back to the jeep....

Horror widened Qetsiyah's eyes as she saw Brad approaching in the headlights with the animal draped over his shoulders........"No..! Oh God, no, what are you doing?..she spun round as he heaved the dead animal into the backseat....

"Can't leave it lying there"He said brusquely..coming round to the driver's side door... "This storm will cover a good deal of our track... But leaving a dead leopard witha bullet hole lying under the tree like that might as well leave a flag with a note telling Amal's men we came this way"

He climbed, secured his rifle into a bracket on the dash beside a hunting spotlight......

"Brad..... "

He shot her a glance as he put the vehicle in gear....

"There was a baby.. A cub"

I know... "he pressed down on the gas, tires whinning in mud as the vehicle kicked forward..

"We can't leave the cub"

"We have to..,am not killing it"

"Something else will.... "she said...desperation in her voice..

"Persia.... "He said softly, jaw clenched.. Eyes focused on the terrain illuminated by the twin yellow beams of the jeep headlights.... "We can't take it.. We have to let nature takes it course here"

She pushed herself back onto the chair.. Fighting something inside.. Then a flash if anger burst through... "I didn't sign up for this"

"You and me both... "He thought to himself not saying anything.. Instead he concentrated on negotiating a rocky escarpment as he worked the jeep towards the banks of the tsholo... He believed they will be over the river in an hour or two.. Once across the border he will treat her injury and get food into her.... They will travel along a giant rift valley until they could find a route up to the plateau, after which they will head for a paved road that bisected the eastern region of Botswana.. They will drive south for several more kilometers.. The paved road hopefully hiding their tracks... Then the plan was to veer affroad again onto a controlled game area from which There will be another day or two driving across Botswana bush to his farm where he will get on the phone with Ayura and then the princess will be history

"I'm a vegetarian "She said breaking the silence.... "I don't kill things"

He continued to drive.. The ground was dangerously rutted flowing with water.. The storm crashed around them and branches were going down.. Water was building into small rivers.. He needed full attention on his wheel and she needed space to lash these things out in her head herself.. So he let her at it......

She grunts as his silence edged her on..... "On principle"She reiterated, as if he hadn't heard..... "I dont kill animals..... "

"You're looking to get a rise out of me"He said

"You brought me here! "

"Look Persia...

"Qetsiyah...... "

"Yeah whatever...... "He insutilate.... "I get that you don't kill animals, me i don't kill humans.. On principle i made that vow years ago.. And now look at me"

She shot him a hard look

"I was forced to kill a man back at the lodge to honour a promise i made to your brother.. A promise to get you out of here alive.. Because of you, i was forced to break that goddamn vow never to kill a man...... "His voice came out more strident that he had intended and he gripped the wheel harder than he meant it to....... "Or woman"

She stare at him in silence....

"So we're square, okay? ,i didn't want this any more than you did.. That leopard was a case of kill or been killed.. Survival"

She continued to stare at him and he knew what she had to be thinking...... What woman had died in his hand?

He gritted his teeth, swinging the wheel too hard to the right to avoid a boulder that appeared abruptly in his lights.. The vehicle slid sideways in mud.. Tilting almost onto his side as they traversed the escarpment.....

Qetsiyah gasped.. Clutching on to the roll bar..

Brad cursed and stop the engine... He needs to fucus... This woman was messing with his head and his memories.....his anger pushed him to take chances with the terrain.. He wiped sweat off his brow... Then slammed the vehicle back into gear......

They drove in silence... And the silence begin to wrecked him.... After a few kilometers he said.... "I don't know many people who could bring down a leopard at a close range witha broken arm.. You were right.. You are good with guns"

She snorted but said nothing...

Brad knows it must be killing her to have that dead Leopard.. Evidence of her skill... He threw a glance at the leopard in the backseat.. Then he glance at her....

Even with the muddy wet hair.. The leaked mascara.. The ripped outfit, her profile was aristocratic.. Chiseled cheek bones that flared sharply under her almond eyes.. The full mouth, determined set of chin.. She was regal.. Even now shivering under a blanket.. She was still alluring... Pretty...

A grudging admiration curled through him.. Not only was she blessed with killer looks, she was a survivor...this woman had what it took.. She pressed all his buttons and she was not averse to giving him a run of his money and that made him like her.. Against his Best effort.. It made him care...

Just then he knew he was in more trouble than he thought.......





TBC

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Re: Dead Trap by Mrintegrity247: 9:06pm On Oct 30, 2018
Welldone! Av bn waitin for days 4ds.i so much love d story.[b]Welldone! Av bn waitin for days 4ds.i so much love d story.[/b]Welldone! Av bn waitin for days 4ds.i so much love d story.pls dnt starve us.
Re: Dead Trap by genius43(m): 9:21pm On Oct 30, 2018
Thank you Silver1996 for the update
Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 8:47am On Oct 31, 2018
continue


i love this story
Re: Dead Trap by Fazemood(m): 11:39am On Oct 31, 2018
Wow, nice update. Thanks
Re: Dead Trap by kelvyncruz: 5:01pm On Oct 31, 2018
tnks Ops
Re: Dead Trap by wizsolzy(m): 10:32am On Nov 01, 2018
Abeg bros no let us forget d outline of dis story Abeg.. I no say e no easy but try dey update once a day or thrice a week. If at all ..
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 10:34am On Nov 01, 2018
wizsolzy:
Abeg bros no let us forget d outline of dis story Abeg.. I no say e no easy but try dey update once a day or thrice a week. If at all ..



No pros.... You can also read my other stories as you wait for update.... Just click on my username and you will see them...


Much love bro
Re: Dead Trap by Ann2012(f): 5:46pm On Nov 01, 2018
Well done Boss @Silver1996
Re: Dead Trap by queenitee(f): 6:17pm On Nov 01, 2018
Interesting
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 10:43am On Nov 02, 2018
DEAD TRAP
EPISODE 9



ALMOST AN HOUR LATER, THEY CRESTED A RIDGE AND SAW A DEEP LINE OF VEGETATION SNAKING ACROSS THE PLAIN....

"The Tsholo"Brad said, hailting the jeep... "Douse the spotlight"

Qetsiyah looked at him... "Why?

"Too bright, there could be people down there, illegals trying to cross from Zimbabwe into Botswana before the water comes down...i want to keep as low a profile as possible in case Amal comes this way and starts questioning stragglers.... "

Nerves bit into Qetsiyah.. she killed the light with one Hand,her other arm too painful to move... "What about our headlights....? She ask...

"I'll cut them when we get closer, drive in the dark.. We will go slow....... "He said.. Then he began to take the jeep down a precarious rocky drop...

"So the riverbed is dry? She ask peering ahead at the dense vegetation sanking across the plain...

"I sure as hell hope so"

The jeep jolted suddenly and pain sparked up her arm... Her eyes watered and she clenched her teeth.. She glance at Brad..her abductor and rescuer.......mostly rescuer she hoped.. Because there was Something scary about hum.. Perhaps it was his sheer physical size.. His brutal capacity for analysis in the dire situation... She wondered what woman he killed and why... Who was Brad Oliver when he wasnt paying a debt to his brother.. And what had Ayura done for him.... She recall his words.... He had said if it wasn't for her brother.. He'd be dead.......

A spark of anger hit her... As soon as she got to a phone.. She was going to call Ayura and demand answers.. How on earth could she take efficient measures to protect herself if she didn't know what dangers lurks around.....

The anger spread through her chest... Her whole life has been spent trying to break out from the overbearing protective shadows of her brothers... Ever since she was a kid.. She'd strived to prove herself as capable or better than them...... When she had taken her top as a professional foreign investment consultant... She'd come to believe her brothers have finally accepted her independence and capabilities....... Yeah right.. Look at now.. On the run in a starving country.. Been hunted by blood thirsty rogue who literally planned to cut off her head and her only hope of survival laid squarely in the hands of this rogue African merc...... A dangerous one...

Brad slammed on the brakes abruptly and she jolted forward....

"What is it?

"Fire....."He jerked his chin.... "In those trees... Exactly where we were heading to... "

"Why are we going there?

"I know the riverbed is hard sand there.. And it's a narrow crossing with low banks on the Botswana side.... "he spun the wheel, turning sharply northwest...."We'll have to cross higher.. But the higher upriver we go"he hit the gas.. Wheels skidding beneath them as they blundered through scrubs, racing away from the smoldering fire in the trees......

"What about the headlights....? She ask quickly

"Got to risk it now"

Qetsiyah gritted her teeth, pain shooting out from her arm as they jerked and bashed over rocks and bushes.... As they raced forward the trees seemed bigger,darker...leaves clapped in the hot wind that would bring the fire to them.... They entered the trees and in glow of the headlights the wet bark glowed yellow green..... Panic lick softly through her stomach.. Fueled by the tension she could feel rolling off Brad as he negotiated the gaps between the trucks....

Suddenly ahead of them streched a wide swath of silvery white sand... The Tsholo... And as their headlights hit the far bank... Qetsiyah saw a cliff of sand on the far side.. How they were going to get up that cliff once they crossed... She had no idea...

"Hold on... "he yelled gunning the jeep down an incline towards the dry river bank.. They hit soft sand and the tires began to spin but he kept going.. Steady.. The rough diesel engine growling.....

Go.. go.. go.... She willed the jeep to keep powering through to the other side but it was a big vehicle...,heavy and the sand was soft.. Muddy...

Wheels started to spin deeper.. Then the front left wheel on the driver's side suddenly dug right in... Half of it disappearing into the soft sand.... Tilting the front of the jeep forward and pressing the running board against the riverbed....

Brad cursed as he grabbed the game spotlight and hopped over the driver's side door.. He panned the far side of the river....

"Water is starting to come down already.. A full flash flood could hit in minutes.. Get out now! ""he ordered.... "Go back to Zimbabwe side and climb on higher ground under the trees.. Get as far away from the river's edge as you can without loosing sight of me.. And take the rifle..... "he ran around to the back of the jeep and opened the compartment under the rear seat...

Qetsiyah spun round to look at the bank from where they'd just come.. A few hundreds yards downriver orange flames were already crackling fast and furious through the foliage along the bank.. Coming directly towards them..wind was blowing hot into her face.. Full with smell of the fire.
Smoke stinging her eyes....

She turned back to see Brad had put on a headlamp and was hauling out what looked like a massive jack which he threw onto the sand in front of the sunken tire...

He returned for a shover, began digging sand out from under the chassis of the vehicle.....

Adrenaline mushroomed through Qetsiyah... She ran up to the vehicle, removed a second smaller shovel from the tool compartment...using one hand she began digging akwardly next to him...

"What are you doing....? He yelled.. Water sheening over his face

"Helping... What do you think am doing?

"I said move, dammit!...you want to be sitting duck in a flood, or what!, Get the hell out of this riverbed.... "

"No.....! "she yelled, rain plastering hair to her face... Her dress to her body.. She could hear the cracle of the fire... She dug faster...

"Persia..., you agreed to do as i say, i came here to keep you alive... "His voice vibrated with fierce energy..

"No Brad.. Ultimately i am responsible for myself, my decision... My life, we work as a team or we don't work at all"

He cursed.... "Just because you've ordered people around your whole life......

She raise her good hand, pointed her finger to his face.. Blinking into the glare of the lamp on his forehead..... "You know nothing about me, if you want to get us out of here, quit picking on my title, stop being such a prejudiced ass and dig before the river comes down or the damn fire swallows us... "Her voice was pitched high with fear, and she was using words she never ordinarily used but she didn't care.. She was afraid and she sure as hell wasn't going to stand on that riverbank while Brad gets swept away without her.. She was sticking right to his side.. Come hell or come water.. Or fire and crocodiles and leopards. ....or Amal

"Persia.... "

"Shut up and dig.... I will rather have a flash flood than be raped by Amal's men or have my head cut off"

Brad spun away from her and angrily jabbed his spade into the sand.... "You're something else.. You know that?

"Yeah i am.. And so are you"

Brad stilled... And stare at her for a moment.. Then a wry smile curved his lips.. He gave a quick nod then resumed digging... He had to hand it to her.. Princess had won his admiration......






***************************
Jacob gently fingered the swelling on Jock's muzzle looking for the cut where he'd been kicked in the face.. Jock whimpered as Jacob found the wound ..,it wasnt too bad and the bones didn't appear broken...

"It's all right boy.... "He whimpered in his local dialect.. The love in the touch of his gnarled hands conveying all to the animal that he wasn't alone even though his owners has been murdered... He and the dog were in this together.. Both afraid but never broken...

"Soek... "he whimpered softly... It was a message to Jock to start a search

Amal shot Mbogo a quick glance and raised an eye brow...

"Lodge owners were afrikaners.... "Mbogo said quietly.... "Guess they spoke to the dog in Afrikaans.... "

In his peripheral vision... Jacob was keeping an eye on Amal and his men.. He was a skilled hunter.. Trained to observed to listen without appearing to do so...

He had sworn to himself to kill Amal but to to do that he has to play along... To prove his worth leading them to the target....

"Good boy"he whispered as Jock found the scent of their tragets

"Boss over there"Jacob said as he move quickly after the dog

"Bring the light.... "Amal yelled to his men

Two men came running with flashlights...

"Do you have their scent....? Amal ask over Jacob's shoulder

"Yes boss..... "He said and ran after the dog.. He doused silently and peered into the raining darkness...

"What is it....? Amal snapped impatiently

"They went that way.... "Jacob said.... "Towards the Tsholo... "

"The border.... "Amal said to Mbogo..... "They're heading for Botswana.... "He said abruptly and barked at his men.... "Saddle up the horses, get the jeeps fueled, take whatever supplies we may need... We start moving within the hour... We catch those bastards before dawn...... "He growled... His eyes sparkling anger..... "Am coming for you princess..... "






TBC

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Re: Dead Trap by Fazemood(m): 1:49pm On Nov 02, 2018
feels like a movie.
Re: Dead Trap by skubido(m): 2:10pm On Nov 02, 2018
Hmmmm

OP tanks for the
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 4:22pm On Nov 06, 2018
Please everyone following this story... Both ghost and seen readers, sorry i haven't been updating... I will update tomorrow
Re: Dead Trap by oyoni(m): 5:36pm On Nov 06, 2018
I need more.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Re: Dead Trap by Mavikolo2020: 5:52pm On Nov 06, 2018
oyoni:
I need more.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Just vote for him, let's support him
Re: Dead Trap by manduwem(m): 6:11pm On Nov 06, 2018
Mavikolo2020:


Silver so na we be the unofficial invited people..
God is watching o, no worries shall, i dey your back as far as this your new stories nor go slow update for kings

Seriously o, I just saw this now n realised we were the unofficial peeps.
Bt Sha silver u're good. I give u that any day
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 12:13am On Nov 07, 2018
manduwem:


Seriously o, I just saw this now n realised we were the unofficial peeps.
Bt Sha silver u're good. I give u that any day

Tnks
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 9:57am On Nov 07, 2018
DEAD TRAP
EPISODE 10



THE AIR WAS GROWING THICK WITH SMOKE, BRAD Wipe rain from his eyes and quickly positioned the jack under the front bumper of the jeep where he'd dug out sand.

Qetsiyah stood at his shoulder,rifle in her good hand as she nervously watch the advancing fire...
He began jacking fast, rain hammered down relentlessly, pocking the sand, across the riverbed on the Botswana side, brown water was beginning to flow faster and deeper...

"Get some of that driftwood"he barked at Qetsiyah, jecking his chin.... He hated asking her, she had to be in serious pain but she was right about one thing, they will get out of here faster if they work as a team and she had shocked him with her abilities.. Her resilience... Instead of being the whinning pampered hindrance he'd expected., princess was a trouper and he could use her.. .....

He brood over her words, that it will be better for her to die with him than been raped by Amal's men or worse.. Her head been cut off...

He pumped the Jack fiercely, shirt plastered to his back....

The image of another woman slammed suddenly into his mind, her throat slit, her body brutalized and for a nanosecond he was blinded.. He froze hearing Carla's screams in the wind...

He quickly wave away the thought.. He can't remember that now.. That was the past.. History can't repeat itself and it wouldn't.. Not if he stayed focused.. If he refused to allow himself to get too emotionally vested or distracted....

He bit deeper into his determination as he continued to work... Thunder boomed above, the sound rolling into the kloofs and hills....

He sigh.. A sigh of relief when the chassis of the jeep began to lift from the sand....

Qetsiyah returned with a bundle of dry wood under her right arm, she drop the driftwood to the sand.. At his face, hair sticking to her cheeks.. She bend over to cough and catch her breathe...

Compassion speared through Brad, he quickly start packing the wood under the front wheel then he lowered the jeep, removed the jack and tossed it into the backseat.. He hopped into the driver"s seat and fired the ignition, slowly he pressed down on the gas, the front wheel turned, whined, almost edging up onto the wood but the vehicle fell back into the ruts...

"Persia, can you push?, we need something extra so the wheel can find purchase on the wood"

Shoving wet hair back from her face, she went round to the rear of the vehicle...

Again he carefully pressed down on the accelerator,the wheels whined as Qetsiyah leaned into the rear, using her good arm....

"Easy... Easy.. "Brad whispered as he felt the jeep ginning to move.... "Please baby.. Come on, come on, you can do it"

The headlights panned ahead, illuminating the white river sand....

Suddenly the front tire bit, Brad's heart lurched as the jeep kicked forward...

Qetsiyah fell with a smack to the sand as the vehicle shot out from under her... She let out a cry of pain as she hut the sand... She quickly scrambled to her feet and began to run after the jeep...

Brad could kick on the brakes now, they will sink if he do that so he kept going, slow, steady as he lean over and flung open the passenger seat......

"Run Persia... Jump in.... "he shouted

She leaped in, scrambling up onto the the seat as he increased gas...

He blew out a breath, dragging his hand over wet hair.. His heart thumping.. He shot her a glance.... "You okay?

She nodded, but she was white with pain, her eye huge..

Brad felt a sudden punch of affection, quickly he turn away, concentrating on driving....

They were reaching the brown pools and water was flowing in widening streams between them, tension wound tightened....

"How deep do you think that water is? She ask

"Don't know"He entered the narrowest part of a stream between two of the deep looking pools, water swirled dark in the lights.. The front tires went into the water, then the back ones... As he drove, the jeep went deeper, water coming up over the wheels...

Brad kept the forward motion steady, then suddenly the jeep plunged abruptly flowing in under the door..he could feel it soaking into his boots.. His mouth turned dry and he quickly change direction.... Trying to keep the jeep level and keep it from becoming immersed even more deeply... Water churned around the wheels

"You know how to swim....? He ask

She gave a snort...

"That's a yes.....? He ask.. Worry sinking into him..

She didn't reply, her gaze fixated on the water still rising around them, her knuckles white as she gripped the top of the door.. A wave rolled suddenly over the bonnet, water leaked under the fold down windshield, wetting their knees......

The engine burbled and Brad swallowed, he knew as long as he can maintain forward momentum, the diesel engine would be fine but if the sand turn to mud and the wheels slipped just once, the engine would take in too much water and seize.... He wondered about crocodiles...these pools were lot bigger and deeper than he thought...

The engine gurgled again and Qetsiyah shot him a hard look, he said nothing, kept his attention on driving, suddenly he felt the jeep levelling out, the tires found harder purchase and they shot up the other side of the pool....

He kept revving until they slid into higher ground.... He gradually eased up the accelerator..then he inhale deeply.. They were finally out of the water.....

But now they were sandwiched in a V of sand between the rising flood on one side, even the high bank cliff and the only way was north where the bank seemed to rise even higher....

"We'll keep going... "he said.... "until we find a way out... "

Ahead in their headlights the rain was silvery, and the strip of white dand between tye cliff and water grew narrower and narrower..... Brad knew they could be trapped....

"If a full flood comes down.. "he said trying to keep her position..... "It will keep Amal and his men on the other side for at least a day or so until they find a way to cross... "

Qetsiyah gazed flicked to the high bank on the Botswana side...... "Yeah, and at least we'll be driving head-on into the wall of water if it does come down... "she nib her lip... "Always nice to face what's coming"

Brad laughed, a great big booming release of tension.. He loved that princess has a sense of humor ontop of her bravado.......

"Hold tight princess.. "he yelled as he veered left and zoomed through more water that was closing them in... He splashed up the sides of the vehicle higher and higher then something hit them with a hard thud....

"What's that....? She queried

He saw the carcass of a bloated cow floating down.. for a minute he feared it was a crocodile, he sigh.. A sigh of relief when he realise it wasn't something to worry about...

He drove fast.. The clock was ticking.. They have to get out of here

"Over there...... "She shouted.. "A gap... "

He vevved, hard tires splitting out wet sand... Suddenly the engine cut...

Brad swallowed hard and try to restart it. Praying there was no water damage.... After much effort, the jeep growled to life..

He trot further.....

After a while.. He hit the brakes put his head back and inhaled deeply....

"Oh God....! She muttered

He shot her a fast glance.. Worry spurting through him

"I don't believe it.... "she said.. Tears of relief pouring down her cheek.... Then she smiled... "We made it... "she whispered..... "we actually made it.... "

Her emotions made his eyes prickle..."Yeah... "he said placing his hand on her knee.... his throat growing tight...."We bloody well did, we make a good team princess..... "

Brad reached into the backseat, found the whiskey bottle,uncapped it, he held it out to her...

Qetsiyah hesitated.. Then took the bottle from him, she took a deep swig and coughed.....

For a few minutes they sat... Stunned, adrenaline still humming through their bodies.....

"Persia"he touched her.. Worried... At her expression and silence"You okay.... "

She wipe tears from the corner of her eyes, he wasn't sure if they were tears of laughter or not.. Or both...

She look at him..... "I don't think I've felt so alive as right now, even though the pain is killing me.... "She took another swig from the bottle.... She close her eyes and let the whiskey do it's thing...

She laughed again.. Softly, more sadly.. Her eyes still closed.... "God., when did drinking get to be so good... "

Her face.. Her skin.. Triggered a strange fierce emotion into him and now all he wanted to do was kiss her so badly he thought he will burst.. He wanted to feel her lips against his.. Rip her out of that torn wet cocktail dress, hook his fingers into that strap of a G-string and just bury himself in her....

Her eyelids fluttered open as she sensed a shift in him.....

Brad leaned forward.. Inexorably pulled towards her by some undeniable force, he could detect the faint scent of coconut in her wet hair... Their mouths were so close he could taste the whiskey on her breathe.. Her lips opened...

He began to throb, ache in places so deep he didn't know existed even more... He leaned in closer and gently cupped the side of her face... She tilted her chin to him..

Their lips touched, brushed, lightly as feathers.. A volcano of lust erupted fierce into his breathing...

She arched up on him.. Her hand touching his waist as he pressed his mouth to hers...

Brad stroked his palm down the length of her arm.. His fingers softly covering hers.. He kiss her deeper.. Harder... Intense.. Passionately....his slight erection....... Slowly pressing against his trouser fighting for freedom....






TBC



sorry for the late update

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Re: Dead Trap by skubido(m): 10:52am On Nov 07, 2018
Hmmmmmm
Re: Dead Trap by izaray(f): 11:21am On Nov 07, 2018
Thanks for the update
Re: Dead Trap by Fazemood(m): 11:41am On Nov 07, 2018
Nice Update Silver. Thanks

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