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The demon puts on a wicked smile on his face which led to the disfiguration of his handsome face into the real demon that he was.

Now he was clothed with black and darkness surrounded him, his face changed into what Anthony has never seen before in his life. He had the same eyes with the python.

Demon was filled with anger he said “Your friend is in the other prison” “Can you hear the screams?” “His agony?” ‘Sufferings that make him wish death than life?”

It can be heard, Anthony sense of hearing that is now working. He could hear the screams of Saheed in the other prison. His eyes was filled with horror.

“Where is your pass key for the last time, Anthony?”

When Anthony couldn't bear the pain any longer, he said “The pass key is …………..”

Hmmmm this one worse very short, nevertheless thanks for the update

CHAPTER 17

After several hours on the plane, Susan Akiobe landed in Alpha Eagle Airlines.

Susan Akiobe, black in complexion, short and pretty, had to cancel her appointment with other clients in Lagos because of this client of hers that have already paid her triple of what the other clients are going to pay, before she even render her services.

Being a lip reader was not an easy profession for her; she remembered how she started in the beginning, as a novice.

Then, lip reading or speech reading was very hard for her, as she was a slow learner and also lip reading deals with visually interpreting the movements of the lips, face and tongue when normal sound is not available.

The first few months; seeing the mouth plays a role in the very young infant’s early sensitivity to speech, and prepares them to become speakers at one to two years. A baby as an exemplary figure must learn to shape their lips in accordance with the sounds they hear, seeing the speaker may help them to this.

The plane was galloping now, the pilot speaker opened up and the voice of the pilot came through “Thirty minutes till we get to Kaduna”.

50 minutes later, a taxi car was already outside. The taxi driver was holding a placard with Susan’s name on it.

She waved at the taxi driver, making the taxi driver lead her to his car after she came out of the airport.

In the taxi car, grazing out at the street and environs of Kaduna State, she smiled at how some certain children singed and laughed.

This made her remember her son back home in Lagos. He is Tolulope, three years of age, but she shred a tear when she remembered how Tony her husband drove her and their son out of the house.

Leading her to live and strive alone with the child, she had to leave Tolulope in charge of a nanny, to watch over him, while she is away.

She quickly used a handkerchief to clear off the tears in her eyes when she saw that the taxi driver was glancing at her through the rear mirror.

Her client must be a very wealthy person, but what was strange to her was that her client didn’t reveal his identity and her client undertake to pay her handsomely with her travel expenses. Well, what concerns me, “In and out” that’s Susan’s mantra.

“I will render my services and leave without asking questions, in and out.” Susan always keeps this in mind.

There are things this money will do for me and my baby. Lots of things.

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“YEAH, I have already ordered for a lip reader” Gen. Audu said to the other person on the other line.

“That damn old kangaroo spilled the secrets to one Anthony Opara” he said further “Am not sure, am still speculating on it”

“You might be right and you might be wrong” said Scorpion.

“Let the lip reader confirm your intuition” Scorpion said further.

There was a knock at the door.

“Scorp, I think she is already here, I will call you later, stand down for further instructions” Gen. Audu said as he hung up the phone and puts the phone back to its cradle.

Sitting down gently on his soft-foamed swivel chair, he said “Come in”

There entered was a bodyguard that a masculine physique, he looks like wrestler, but he wasn’t. “Sir, the lady is here.”

“Let her in” Gen. Audu replied.

“Yes Sir” the bodyguard turned and went out of the room.

Gen. Audu had to bring Susan to one of his condos because he don’t want her to know who he really his. Even in the later future, if she gets to know him, there will be nothing she can do. “I cover my tracks” Gen. Audu always says this.

The door of the room opened and Susan Akiobe entered into the room. Gen. Audu sprang up to shake his servicer.

“I am Muhammed Gafar” Gen. Audu said to her.
“Susan Akiobe” she said in sweet rhythmic voice.

They both shook hands with traits of smiles on their face “Nice to meet you” they said this in unison.

“Have a seat” Gen. Audu said in a modest way.

She did and Gen. Audu retraced back his steps back to his chair. Facing Susan now, he said “Let’s go straight to business” Gen. Audu said again.

Susan nodded her head lightly as she listened to Gen. Audu.

“My CCTV Camera recorded a shooting event that happened in one of my estates, there was some conversation that took place when the shooting was in motion, what was said in the conversation is of utmost important, as it would unlock the identity and residing area of the perpetrators, but due to the lack of audio or sound, we could not go about it.”

“Where is the video?” Susan asked in an official manner.

Gen. Audu opened the down drawer of the table in front of him. He brought out the flash drive Thomas Kind gave him. A laptop is already by his side on that table; he opened the laptop and makes the screen face Susan.

He rose up from his chair as he inserted the flash drive into the laptop and stand beside Susan. He leaned down a bit and operated the laptop, entered a few commands, and the CCTV recordings pop-up.

Immediately Susan brought out a notepad from her bag and scuffs some words into it as the recordings continued playing.

Gen. Audu is a patient lion, looking at Susan has she did her magic. Susan was saying non-audible words to herself.

THIRTY MINUTES later in Gen. Audu’s condo, Susan studied the video displaying in front her eyes.

Gen. Audu sat on his swivel chair again, playing Chess on his mobile android device.

“I am through” Susan said with certainty.

Chai! Let the games begin

Susan please ask questions now, un order for you to save Antony. Gen audu has to be exposed but obviously, our author will play a very smart game at it

Still here!

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Gen. Audu bolted up from his chair and went around to look at the laptop that was positioned on table before them.

“Shoot” He said.

“While I was cross examining the movements of the lips, teeth and tongue of the subjects” (She made Anthony subject one, and Chief Fredrick subject two.)

She went on “Subject one lips moved with intrinsically multimodal, since producing speech requires the speaker to make movements of the lips, teeth and tongue which are often visible in face-to-face communication.

While Subject two lips and teeth moved with the face, whereby making speech perception easier, seeing the speaker can free up cognitive resources, enabling deeper processing of speech content.”

Gen. Audu don’t want all this, so he said irritably “Please go straight to the point”

Clearing her throat, Susan said “Okay” “Subject one said; ‘Are you are alright sir’ ”

She continued “But due to the break in lip pattern, I could only make up of: ‘find that video …. It is in the hands of Reporter’” Susan wrote down this words in a sheet of A4 paper her left hand caught on the table.

SUBJECT ONE: Are you are alright sir?

SUBJECT TWO: find that video …. It is in the hands of Reporter....

“That’s all” Susan said

Gen. Audu plunged into deep thoughts about something unknown. Susan searched his face for a response, but none was given.

So she repeats her statement again “That’s all sir”

This jolted Gen. Audu back to reality, “You say?”
“I said that is all I could get” She said in a diffident voice.

“Okay, Thanks” Gen. Audu forced a smile as he said this.

“When you get downstairs in the new car that will take you back home, I have secured your fee with the driver of the car, you can get it from him” Gen. Audu said further.

Susan smiled gently “Nice doing business with you sir” she outstretched her hand to shake Gen. Audu.

Gen. Audu received her soft hand into his rough hand with pretentious smiles on his face “You have been much helpful. Get home safely”

He opened the door for her to exit to the room.

i am a newbie here nd i luv dis story lyk mad.9ce story.maw episodes pls.

Thanks for d update, more wisdom

Hmmm! Getting pretty good

CuM update na

Good job, but i hope say susan is safe. Next up.date please....

Nice one bro.... anitcipating for more..

#sips_Holandia_Youghurt

Nice one.. pls continue

CHAPTER 18

“Where is the car key” Anthony’s mom was shouting at the top of her lungs to sleeping Anthony.

She went nearer and tapped Anthony to wake up, but Anthony was still lost in his nightmare.

She tapped him again and called out his name “Anthony, wake up”

Anthony was professing words from his dream “I don’t… have any… pass key” “I … don’t”

His mother was mystified; she noticed the beads of sweats that formed on his head. she tapped him harder this time and it jolted Anthony from his dream back to reality. “Anthony, what’s wrong?” his mom asked.

Anthony sat upright, trying to keep his eyes open and get his bearings “Mom? What? What’s wrong?” Anthony asked.

“I am the one to ask the question, here you are having nightmare, and it’s not long that you slept, you can’t even control your sleeping attitude.”

His mother said this as she shaked her head.
“Where is the car key?” his mother asked him.

Anthony started gaining his preference said “The car key or the pass key?” Anthony confusedly asked this question. A quizzical look was on his face.

This almost plunge his mother into slapping him “THE CAR KEY?! YOUR DAD’S CAR KEY, YOU KEPT IT FOR HIM WHEN YOU REPOSITIONED HIS CAR YESTERDAY!”

“Em, em, it is in my drawer” Anthony said as he vehemently regained his bearings.

Shaking her head, his mother went to his drawer and took out the car key.

“Anyway, wash your face, your Dad wants to talk to you” his mother said.

“About what?” Anthony asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“I don’t know, you should go ahead and ask him yourself” his mother went out of his room.

Anthony adjusted his trouser jeans on his waist properly and went into the toilet to wash his face.

......................Back to Susan.............................

As Susan Akiobe descended the staircase, her mind went whirling inorder to recall where she knows Gen. Audu from.

The staircase was very slippery that it almost swept Susan off her feet, but she quickly grabbed the staircase iron holding by the left, gaining her balance, in the course of this her right leg ankle was wristed.

She sat down on the staircase, removed her shoe, and cross-checked the area the pain was originating from, her right leg ankle was almost red, as if blood stored up there without progressing to and fro around the body.

Using her hand, she pressed the ankle and the pain mounted up, she withdrew her hand and wore her shoe gently, she stood up to continue her journey downstairs.

Marcus King is a handsome boyish man of twenty three, still somehow fragile, with a delicacy inherited from his British mother.

He was born in the United Kingdom, his mother Chloe married a Nigerian engineer but the marriage ended with a divorce due to Chloe sleeping around during the regime of their marriage.

It didn’t end there; Chloe had not being a good mother to her son Marcus King.

Young Marcus King at the age of fifteen was already used to be alone, abandoned; he started embracing sadistic aura into his body and soul, because love was never shown to him.

Trait of smiles appeared around Marcus’ face when he saw pretty Susan heading his way, she was kind of limping.

He smiled to himself, and said “Damn, this lady is hot and way out of my league but she will fall.”
Susan came nearer to the car, upon seeing Marcus; she said “Hello, you are driving me right?”

“Yes, I am, my lady” Marcus said this as he opened to the back car door for her to enter and she did.

Susan smiled at how Marcus reacted as if she were his princess or something.

“He isn’t bad” Susan said this in her mind blushingly.

Marcus turned around to seat in the driver’s seat, he turned on the ignition key and went swerved the car towards the gate.

The gateman hurriedly ran out of his station to open the gate for the oncoming car.

He greeted Marcus by raising both hands up to hail him, Marcus waited at the mid-entrance of the gate and lowered his door glass, smiling at the gateman; he outstretched five thousand naira notes to him saying “Use it to buy soft drinks”.

The gateman, over joyous stained his uniform by prostrating on the ground to Marcus, showing appreciation in his own native Yoruba language “Ese gan ni oo. Owo yin a ma roke o. Eni jamu oo.”.

Before he could continue with his appreciation, Marcus had already driven away.

Susan wondered how a handsome guy like Marcus be doing the job of a driver, he even gave the gateman some cash. “He is handsome and rich, hmmm I like him” She said this in her head.

Looking at the rearview mirror, Marcus glanced at Susan who upon seeing Marcus’ eyes on her, looked elsewhere.

“I must play hard to get, so that I wouldn’t appear cheap” Susan said this in her head.

“What is your name?” Marcus asked Susan.

“Don’t tell me, let me guess it” Marcus said this quickly.

“All right, go ahead and guess it then” Susan said with less concern.

“Erm, erm, first of all, are you Igbo or Yoruba?” Marcus asked.

“But you said you could guess it on your own” Susan said it with disrespect.

Marcus always smiling said “Just tell me which tribe you came from”

“I am a Yoruba girl” Susan said this without looking at Marcus.

“Then, your name must be Kafila” Marcus said as he hid his face from the rearview mirror.

Susan looked astonished, she couldn’t believe her hears “Kafila? Of all Yoruba names”

“You dropped the bomb and looked elsewhere, right? You couldn’t look me in the face to say it, right” she said this without knowing when she started smiling at Marcus.

Marcus smiled “Okay, am sorry, what is your name?” he asked again.

“My name is Susan, Susan Akiobe” she replied.
Marcus touched his chest, acting as if he was struck with an arrow. Susan looked at him with caring eyes “What’s wrong, Marcus?”

He smiled for five seconds before saying “Susan, what a beautiful, that name struck me deep down my heart, I could feel my breath leave me.”
She smiled at him and said “You are so so not serious at all.”

“And you look so hot in that dress” he eyed her seductively.

She smiled and returned the seductive look back to him.

Marcus changed the conversation and said “I have your money in the briefcase here” pointing to the briefcase sitting next to him.

“Pass it” she said.

Marcus hand over the briefcase to Susan in a modest way. “Here you go.”

“Thanks” she said.

She opened the case and found dollar bills in it and she said “These are dollars” it was more of a question.

“Yeah, Alhaji Muhammed Gafar said you did well, so that’s why he is paying you handsomely” Marcus said.

“Waoh, am flabbergasted” Susan smiled, taking the dollar notes from its position and counting it.

“You don’t need to count it” Marcus said “It is one million dollars in total, save yourself the stress”

Susan kept the dollar notes back to its former position and closed the briefcase before saying “There is something odd about Alhaji Muhammed Gafar”

To be continued.

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Why did you say that?” Marcus said with a curious look on his face.

“Marcus, I think I have seen him somewhere, but I couldn’t recall it.” She said.

Marcus heaved a sigh and said “Alhaji Muhammed Gafar is a well known man in Nigeria; he controls the oil and gas industries in Nigeria. He is fucking rich.”

“Really? Alright.” She said as she surrendered.

The sexual feeling came back to Marcus; he stopped the car and looked at Susan with passionate eyes “Can we go to a place we can relax a little bit?”

Susan understands where he is getting at, and she said in her mind “It wouldn’t be bad if I enjoy myself before going back to Lagos.”

“I feel like exercising my body a little bit, it has become stiff due to the long flight journey.”

“All right my lady, I know the best place to exercise your body” Marcus said with a smile on his face.

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30 MINUTES later, they lodged into a fancy hotel, Susan was holding her briefcase has they entered the room.

“Waoh, this place is spacious, the bed is good and it is smelling ni--”

Before she could continue her comment, Marcus had started kissing her roughly, her tongue exploring his as she set the briefcase on the table nearby.

The back of his hands so gently and expertly running over the top of her dress, teasing her breasts. Feeling her nipples harden as he did.

Her hands opening his slacks, taking down his shorts. Taking his hardness in her hand, stroking him, then lifting her skirt and rubbing him against the thin silk of her underwear.

All the while kissing and deep breathing as if it were for all time. And Marcus slipping off her underwear, sliding her dress over her head.

Unhooking her bra and throwing it on the floor as she eased him down onto the couch, slipping his shorts from his ankles and moving up, taking him into her mouth.

His head rolling back, letting her, then raising up on his elbows to watch as she did. Thinking he had never felt so enormous in his life.

Finally, after minutes, easing her head away, lifting her up, carrying her through the orderliness of the room – a giggle formed on her face as he almost fell down.

Waiting, vamping really, as he pulled a condom his trousers that was already on the floor – swearing under his breath, struggling to tear open the foil – then, succeeding, taking it out, and easing it down around himself.

“Turn over” he whispered.

Her smile enraptured him as she did, so that she faced the head of the bed.

And he mounted her from behind, feeling the insertion into her warmness, beginning the stroking, and the slow in and out, that he sustained almost forever.

He could see her pleasure as he came into her. saw it intensify all the more with each deliberate stroke.

His jaw set. Firm. Becoming more so as the force and rapidity of his thrusting increased.
“Yes” she breathed. “Yes - ”

With her sound, his own being faded and he saw only her as she threw back her head, her eyes closed, gripping his with her secret muscles, magnifying each stroke for both of them.

“More” she whispered. “More. Harder. Yes. Break me. Marcus. Break me….”

He felt his pulse go up and the heat of her body grow against his.

Both of them glistening with sweat. Spots danced in front of his eyes.

His heart pounded. The sound of her breathing was like a roar overlapping the slap of their flesh as it came together. Again and again. And again.

Then suddenly she cried out and he saw her head dip between her shoulders. At the same time he ejaculated. It felt like a cannon.

One that kept on firing, round after round, all on its own, with no control at all. And then his knees buckled.

Her moaned stayed in his mind for a long time. By Marcus’ count he’d come five times in two hours, not bad.

How, and if, she kept score of her own orgasms he had no idea.

Marcus left with little energy, he stood up and kissed Susan, she smiled at him.

In the nude, he went to the bathroom to wash up. Susan was in the nude too and was very tired; she tried to rest a bit before going to the bathroom to clean up.

She glanced at her briefcase and noticed it was still there.

She heaved a sigh. There was a knock on the door.

To be continued. Stay glued more updates to come.

Kip it flowing, it was way way too sweet

OMG Susan is a fvcking slut. And Gen. Audu still has plan for her

nice one, more!

Susan is in deep shweeet, I say. I just hope Marcus wont be part of her execution (my mind racing). I think she knows the General from an unpleasant occurrence.

Let me stop this mini ranting, lol.
Give us more bro!

Just seeing this, thanks for the mention!

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ANTHONY’s Dad was in the sitting, clasping a newspaper in his hands. He turned the newspaper with no interest to read more, his expression showed that he was sick of reading more, but just wanted to keep turning the newspaper.

Anthony was standing in the dining section, wondering what does his Dad want to talk about.

He was reluctant to go and see him, but he changed his mind and went ahead to meet him.

“Good Afternoon Dad” Anthony said as he showed sign of respect.

His Dad first surveyed him from the top of head to his toe before replying “Afternoon”.

His Dad didn’t say anything further as he went back to his newspaper, turning.

Anthony wondered why his Dad is not saying anything, so he said. “Mom said you wanted to talk to me, sir”.

His Dad dropped the newspaper and said all of a sudden “Anthony, do you want to kill yourself?”
Anthony looked puzzled “No Sir”

“Then why are you being stubborn, you transform yourself into a he-goat that doesn’t obey and comply with advice.” His Dad said.

“In what sense sir” Anthony looked more puzzled.

His Dad picked up the newspaper back and said “Look at what Dailytrust Newspaper wrote down.”

On the frontpage of the newspaper, Anthony saw writings in block letters, written as ‘Bloody day at Nigerian Defence Academy as an eighteen year old boy was killed.”

“So this is all it was about, another lecture” Anthony said this in his head.

He dropped the newspaper on the table and said “Dad, what happened in the Nigerian Defence Academy was a shooting that we all couldn’t predict and the young boy was killed accidently, he wasn’t the target, the target is----”

“Shut that trap you call a mouth” His Dad cut him short.

“Now listen to me, quit that Academy now.” His Dad said this loudly.

“Am sorry, I can’t sir, because it has been my dream to be a soldier since I was little, I can’t back down now because of fear of being killed.”

His dad shaked his head and he said in a hushed tone “You this boy, you are so naïve, you are ready to die for a lost cause, what is your cause Anthony? To die for your country? A patriotic slave is what you want to be become. Don’t my son, evil lies deep within the beehive.”

“I have made my decision sir” Anthony said with no emotion on my face.

His dad had a stoic look on his face and said “Very well” as he picked up his newspaper and left the living room.

More updates to come.

Anthony is really strong headed

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She quickly used the bed sheet to cover her naked body, before saying “Hello is there?”

There was a reply “It is room service”

She wondered “Room service? We didn’t order for room service” she asked Marcus loudly “Marcus did you ordered for room service?”

Marcus shouted from the bathroom, with the water still rushing he replied “Yes I did darling”

“Okay” Susan said, as she rose up from the bed, with the bed sheet wrapped around her.

She went straight for the door and opened it a little bit, that the space only accommodated her head, all other part of her body was behind the door.

On opening it, she was a tall, dark hotel attendee; it was a female “Am sorry, can you come back later, maybe when we check out” she asked.

But the hotel attendee kicked her in the face; she went backwards, stumbling onto the floor.

Susan’s lips erupted blood due to this action.
Susan wanted to shout for help, but it was too late, before she could say jack-robinson, the hotel attendee had already brought out a GK100ZH Pistol Silencer from her chest pocket and fired two silence succession shots into the chest of Susan.

Susan slumped back on the floor, not moving.
Then the hotel attendee with gun pointed forward, went straight to the bathroom to where Marcus was having his bath.

On getting there, Marcus was standing by the bathtub, but she didn’t shoot him. Marcus was there in the bathroom, he didn’t bath.

He just turned on the water and waited for the murder to occur.

“Drop the gun, Katrina” Marcus said this with less energy.

“You were meant to kill her and not have sex with her” Katrina laid her complaint.

Marcus looked her in the face and said “Shut up and hand me the damn burner phone.”

She brought the burner phone from her trouser pocket, handed it over to him with scorn on her face. He took it and asked “What is our next operation?”

“We are to pick up a boy named Anthony” she replied.

“Who is he?”

“I don’t know, I think he knows something, but call Gen. Audu and let him tell us the game plan.”

He picked up his trouser that was at the edge of the bed and he dialed a number, the number was routed to Pakistan, then to Bahamas, then to Qing, it processed and accessed using digital analyzer back to Rome and then rerouted using proxy internet server to Singapore and back to Nigeria, Kaduna “As it being done?” Gen. Audu asked.

“Yes, sir” Marcus replied as he cleared his throat.

“Standby for my new instructions, on these new instructions, you will be working with Scorpion” Gen. Audu said and hanged up.

He quickly wore his clothes back. Katrina handed him a handkerchief.

Marcus used the handkerchief to clean all the places where he laid his hands on, from the moment Susan and he entered the room.

He recalled all the spots where he puts his hands; he also went to the bathroom to erase all evidences that might lead the murder to him.

Marcus is careful, a sadist, an assassin, he and Katrina were both in the same sleeper cell.

He picked up Susan’s briefcase, and surveying the room for the last time for anything he is missing, but there was none.

He and Katrina stepped out of the hotel room and he looked at Susan for the last time.

There she was, lying in the nude, lifeless and murdered. “Well, she didn’t suffer before she died” Marcus said this in his mind before he closed the door.

Exactly!

The Karma that will catch Gen. Audu was trained in Russia

Charles please help this boy now more than ever, otherwise he stands to loose his father should his family be troubled by the goons

Thanks for the mention bro, ride on. following now

captivating! ride on

juz hope susan survives.

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juz hope susan survives.

nah two shot to d chest from a professional killer , she cnt survive. . . . . . . . . .