Someone prophesied about this story that "this would be an unfinished projects" and the prophecy has come to pass.

TBM you are a very good writer, but your conclusion about this work is making me to think otherwise, just like an literate with a very good hand writing.

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CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 22.


"but wait," Beauty shook a cautious finger at him.

"what?" Adams queried with a grumbled tone that portrays his dissatisfaction of the temporary ban on the cryptocurrency.... sorry, cryptopussy he was investing on.

"what if someone walks in right on us? The last thing any of us needs right now is Madam's wahala.."
With a quick glance across the room, Adams scoffed and said, "and who will that possibly be? No one can walk in... Apart from you and i there is only one other person left in the house and he's not going to wake up till late evening....so save yourself the worry and spread your legs for me please..."

Soon after that last statement from Adams, i watched from that angle how he hungrily attacked the clitoris of the dark beast on the cushion. She begin to moan very loud and spreads her legs wide for him to accomodate every tender touch his eager tongue has to offer.
I couldn't bring myself to understand how someone as handsome as Adams can be interested in fuc..king someone as ugly as this Beauty, not to talk of sucking her pu... ssy. The sight of her face is just too disgusting for me to the extent I didn't know when a hiss subconsciously escaped from the confines of my mouth. I cant even imagine myself lying on the same bed with that girl.. no.. I can't. Even each time I remember the aphrodisiac sex we had the last time we encounter each other, I feel a nauseating feeling in my body.

Funnily and weirdly, while watching on, i begin to feel the gradual arousal of my unrepentant service chief that led me to this torroristical situation but luckily for me, am still the commander in chief of all my body's sexual forces so i was able to pull the plug on them before someone catches me masturbating right there on the floor.

Moreover, judging from the security details I overheard from Adams some moments ago, I think this is the perfect time for me to find a way out of this place unless I want to have another dose from one of Beatrice's brutal treatments.

I remained in that same spot for more than four minutes, unable to come up with anything to extricate myself from this my present situation. Gone are those days when i would just close my eyes and a brilliant idea will crawl into my head. Those days when i'm still a bonafied son of thunder.

But suddenly, It was as if something like a spark occured in my brain or just the god of thunder trying to reestablish contact with his prodigal son. Its definitely the latter because immediately i poked my head inside the living room to see what was going on, and after seeing that the two occupants of the room were still sexually busy, i got up instantly and start thinking of which route that leads to the main exit of that place.

Luck was again on my side that moment when after another round of cursory glance across the room, my eyes found something that appeared to be the structural drawing of the house plastered across the wall opposite me.

I sneakily found my way to the drawing and quickly go through it. The house is not that big. On that drawing, I can see that it's a duplex, and I'm presently situated at the furthermost end of the house. I also saw that the only way out from that part of the house is through the main door of the sitting room where Beauty and Adams are presently occupying.

I checked again and again to see if there's another way, but every other open route either links back to that sitting room or to a wall.



And with that kind of renewed thoughts, i poked my head into the living room again, trying to look for the best possible way to escape without getting caught by the two people in the house but the activity going on got me a bit glued.

"Oh, Adams… you have
the nicest d*ck.” moaned Beauty. I smiled within myself after hearing that and I don't know when 'lori iro' escaped my mouth.

“Thank you. I’m quite fond of your
pvssy and this your sexy dark ass too.” another dose of 'lori iro'.

He got a chuckle out of her with that statement.

She was now leaned over the cushion in one corner of the big living room. She is now stripped down to her sheer black thigh-high stocking and heels. Her
long black hair was clipped away
from her face to cascade over her
shoulders when she stood. Now,
strands of hair fell everywhere and swayed like her bre*asts as he thrust his d*ck into her pvssy from behind.

I could see the juices from her
pvssy on the insides of her thighs.

His d*ck was long and thick but nothing compared to mine, just that the only similarity between us is that he used it with the same confidence i usually do with mine.

Adams never missed a stroke, his long d*ck pulling out and sliding back inside her until his balls made contact with her dark a*ss.

She displayed a strain look on her face each time he buries deep inside her and thats another part where i am his boss. If am the one, i would have done something to take the pain away or introduce my weaponary double P into the situation and let her enjoy both Pain and Pleasure at the same time. Thats my own formula of making sure she comes back for more.

It was as if Adams heard my thoughts or i should just admit that he's also very good cos I couldn't help but smile when his fingers wound underneath her and trapped her clit. Goodness me! Her reaction was exactly as i had envisaged. She orgasmed after a few strokes and it was a wild one. Her body shook and both hands were required to restrain her from falling over. Adams didn't stop, he just kept on fu**king her with reckless abandon as if he signed a contract to destroy her pvssy with each breath. As expected, she cried out with moans and gasps and groans liberally mixed in.

"Standing there and watching those people fvck themselves to coma won't save you from this situation...." I was at first startled after hearing those words, wondering where it came from, but then I sensed it must have come straight out of my fogged mind, perhaps, one of the lame attempts of the god of thunder trying to reestablish contact with me.

"But I dont think I can do it. I dont think I have the courage to get myself out of this house.." I murmured to myself.

"Courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is the presence of fear but the fortitude to act...you have to act now. Time to find a way out of this place..."

Upon hearing that, I take another look at the sitting room and could see both of them were now panting very heavily, evidently exhausted from their sexual romp. Adams dropped to the big cushion trying to catch his breath while Beauty fell beside him shortly.

Seizing that opportunity, i laid down flat on the 3d floor and begin to crawl towards the exit .

With every ounce of determination to get out, I managed to get to the door unnoticed. The room was filled with their ragged breath which also provided some kind of shelter for any sound my movement might be making.

Luckily for me again, I found the door unlocked, so I cautiously slide it to one side, hoping and praying not to get caught, and again, I wasn't. Immediately I stepped into the adjoining lobby of that section of the house, I staggered up and head straight for the main exit of the building.

Along the way, I was able to find an oversized Tshirt inside one of the laundry rooms I entered. I feel a bit better from when I woke up and apart from the occasional itches on my face, I feel lively.

"Wow.... finally....." that was the sound that escaped from my mouth the moment I found myself outside the big building. The main gate was just few feet from me. Contrary to what I think before, the house is not situated in a bushy or isolated area, rather it is located inside a very busy street.
It was evening time already and the sun was on it's way to bed.
Car horns and bike sounds were the first noise that greeted my ear after stepping out.

I smiled to that. Knowing I will have little or no trouble finding my way back to wherever I want to go.

Wait, I haven't planned on that one ganself. Where will I go from here? All this while I have been planning on escaping, the idea of where I want to go have never crossed my mind? Chai...

I stepped into the compound ground, heading straight for the gate. I got out after unlocking the gate and quickly mixed with the crowd. Like I said, it was evening time and the street was very busy if not extremely. From the inscriptions on various signposts of the churches beside the road, it was evident that I'm in Edo state. The home of Obaseki. This Beatrice is quite rich to be sincere, she literally have house in almost every state in our country. The last time she kidnapped me, she took me to the one in Nassarawa, I know she also has a mansion in lagos and Abeokuta too.

I have barely walked 3 meters from the house when I noticed that the first person that came in very close contact with me displayed a horrific look on his face. It was as if he saw a ghost. I was like, what's wrong with him?

I paused to examine myself to find the reason for such expression, then I smiled when I realized that my mode of dressing resembles that of a lunatic. I have on myself the oversized Tshirt and a short boxer. I rubbed my palm through my hair to feel its volume, it feels like the strongest comb in the world would break into pieces before it completes a rotation through my headly axis.
I cant blame that man for looking at me that way. So I continued walking, doing all my best to get away from that house as far as I can go and as fast as my weak legs could carry me.

Unfortunately again, after coming in another close contact with another person, (now a middle aged woman) I watched as the horrific look on her face turned to a frightful one and she let out an anguish scream before falling to the ground.

I quickly stepped away from her before people will think I did something to her. Or, or... wait, did I do something to her? I asked myself after walking to a safe distance from where the woman fell. People have gathered around her and they were trying to revive her.
What's wrong with me? Abi police have declared me wanted ni? This is Edo state na, how can the people in Edo still remember my face even if I was declared wanted? But I don't think I'm wanted by the police jare. The way those guys perfected my escape, am not sure the nigerian police force have reached the investigative level to unravel that kind of mystery. No, they are not there yet. Besides, this my present appearance is a sharp contrast to the way I looked while in prison. Apart from my rumpled hair, my complexion have also gotten very dark. I no longer possess that fine body. I'm more leaner now ganself. Am sure if I get the chance to look into the mirror right now, my face would be competing with that of Oshiomole on the ugliness table. Although he might have an edge on contour difference.

Okay, let's agree for one second that I'm not wanted by the police, then what is the problem with me? Why are people so scared after seeing me?

I thought out loud to myself. Then an idea crossed my mind after sighting a mad man coming from the other street. I want to know if this problem is related to my appearance or my status. I want to know if am really a mad person. If I'm a mad person, am sure the other mad guy that is coming will embrace me and welcome a new member. I will jejely follow him and become his first disciple but if am not, I want to know his reaction, I want to try my best to see what's wrong with me before I get myself in bigger troubles. So with that kind of thought in mind, I waited eagerly for the man to arrive. Shortly afterward, he did. So I walked to him.

Theblessedman is back from his lenghty sabbatical wow,you've proven again that you're a fighter
once more you're welcome

T B M welcome back ,
don't go again o (E ma lo mo o)

Welcome back boss. We ve miss your hilarious write up. As the padi above me said "e jo, e ma lo mo"

Welcome back man. Can't wait to see the end of this very interesting Piece.........

Please don't go again

omoola1122:
Someone prophesied about this story that "this would be an unfinished projects" and the prophecy has come to pass.

TBM you are a very good writer, but your conclusion about this work is making me to think otherwise, just like an literate with a very good hand writing.

that prophecy can't materialize. It's not possible. It goes against everything PHCN stood for.

always coming with a wonderful stroke of comedy that will amuse the life of some one who is going to be execute . pless tbm don't go again I really miss ur story.
welcome son of thunder

ride on son of thunder.... please don't disappoint us again

Nice update tbm

we move again..........nice one bro

Good one from you

Weldon bro tumbs up

Welcome back TheBlessedMan......... I hope the god of thunder won't kidnap you again

Blessings fall on you for the update, Bro.
Don't take long before giving us more.

Aliyullahi:
Blessings fall on you for the update, Bro.

Don't take long before giving us more.

promise

Tbm... Abeg we no fit wait for lik six month again ó

TBM are you on strike again?

please don't say yes cos I know your strike doesn't stay less than 8 months I can not wait till December again o

TheBlessedMAN:
HMMMMMMMM

ladies and gents, all my fans, i am here on my knees, begging and pleading that you forgive me....

I have no excuse for abandoning this story for this long... Nothing i say can justify that nonsense but all i'm asking for is a second chance.

If Buhari, with all his first term ills can be given another chance at redemption (even though he's presently squandering it), i mean if, Apostle Jose Mourinho can be given a second chance at Chelsea despite the way he left the first time, then i think you beautiful people can grant me this humble request.

This time, i'm not going to tell you I WILL BE BACK, but on the contrary, i'm going to borrow a phrase from the popular film titled TERMINATOR by Arnold Shwarzzzzzzzz-whatever, that says "I'M BACK".

Seriously i'm back and so is T.D.A.

Please tell everyone so that they can tell someone that THEBLESSEDMAN is back to finish what he started.


To those who called and texted me during my time in sabbatical, i say a very big thanks to you all. Cc: tiffanyfan, adeshinapopcorn, mr omotoyosi (i can never forget you and your messages) faithubah, kevin, obinoocoool (sorry if i didnt get that right) menwongo, adesmammy and a whole lot of others that i cant remember their names now, i say a very big thank you for not forgetting me. I love you all. AND dont forget that i will be needing your comments as usual, its the only thing that can keep me going on this journey. The absence or the low turn out of it can down my morale. Please i need you all....

And to those wishing me dead, anyways, i'm sorry if my reappearance is going to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry if you guys cant withstand the revelation that i have survived all my tribulations, and all the thorns i escaped to get back here. I'm sorry i survived your curses and bad wishes, thats to tell you that there is a reason behind that statement from the bible which i like, WHOM GOD HAS BLESSED, NO MAN CAN CURSE.... hence the reason for that name..... THEBLESSEDMAN....

I'm back now, so DEAL WITH IT.

Please #ENDfansBRUTALITY just like i ended #AUTHOR'Sabbatical.


Lets do this again......
Thanks, may this our reunion last long and be fruitful.

Signed......by THEBLESSEDMAN T.B.M

My hero...thank God you are back. Though am down since last year, but I'll call you. Miss you dear

TBM u no go do sallah for us?

Dude, this is taking too long
jhoor come back n cont

U mean bedicaly or otherwise m confuse

Hello TBM, kiloshele gan gan!
U're starving your guys with update

CONTINUATION OF T.D.A 22.

Dedicated to me as I celebrate my birthday today the 29th of May.



I thought out loud to myself. Then an idea crossed my mind after sighting a mad man coming from the other street. I want to know if this problem is related to my appearance or my status. I want to know if am really a mad person. If I'm a mad person, am sure the other mad guy that is coming will embrace me and welcome a new member. I will jejely follow him and become his first disciple but if am not, I want to know his reaction, I want to try my best to see what's wrong with me before I get myself in bigger troubles. So with that kind of thought in mind, I waited eagerly for the man to arrive. Shortly afterward, he did. So I walked to him.

His left hand and armpit were occupied with a bottle of Pepsi and Nubitz snacks respectively. All indications on him portrays him as a corporate madman. I mean a mad man with taste.



"Hey dude...." I stretched my hand forward for an handshake and surprisingly, he took me in with his right palm without looking at my face.
I was first confused on how to put my question to him as he was still busy trying to extract the Obb contents of the Nubitz snacks from its nylon with his file exploring fingers.
"Bossman, abeg, wetin do my face?" I blurted out with a very anticipatory tone.

"Your face?" He was still busy with the snacks when he asked me that.

"Hun hun." I answered.

"Shey, you no know say God don butter my bread?"

"As how?"

He cast me a cursory glance before he continued. "See my guy, make I tell you the fact, as you see me so, edumare don bless me o, eheehhehe, see eh," he tapped me by the shoulder after dropping the now empty Nubitz pack. "By this time next week, na me you go see beside Queen Elizabeth the second of England."

"Hmmmmm" I sighed inwardly when I suddenly realized I made a terrible mistake in my decision to confirm my sanity status from an original sanitizer. I mean, you can't confirm a poisonous food by taking a bite from it na? No be so?

The moment I realized my mistake, I made an attempt to walk away but the mad man wasn't ready to let me walk away. He just grabbed me by the shoulder and continued his gibberish.

"You see, make I tell you, that Queen Elizabeth wey you see so, eh? He don tey wey I don dey write love letter to am but I never get the money to buy plane go give am."

"Ehenehen? The same Queen of England? " trying to feign intrest in this discussion, I said that to him.

"No, na Queen of abakaliki, mumu, I dey tell you something wey dey peppery me for body, you dey whyne me... he be like say you wan dey mad abi?" He suddenly lashed out in a visibly angry expression.

"No vex na, chairman , I dey reason with you jare. No vex. " I pleaded. Just trying to do anything to get me out of this situation with this man.

"No worry, you know I tell you say I don write the love letter wey i wan give her, just wait make she read am first, if she no marry me before 1967, make I know wetin cause am." He declared vehemently with a sinister laugh. I laughed along with him. The laughter came to an end when our eyes met and stayed on each other for what seemed like 5 seconds and the mad man suddenly displayed a frightened look on his face.

"Wetin happen?" I asked him when he begin to back away slowly and before I know it, he have escape from sight with full speed.

I take a quick glance around to see if anyone is paying attention to us but except for a red G-wagon that was moving slowly down the path I was previously heading to, no one is watching us.

." I immediately back away and continue my journey.

As I was walking fast, I couldn't stop wondering on what just happened. I couldn't forget the look on the face of the first person that saw me. He was terrified to the bone. It was as if he was watching an horror movie.

As if that's not enough, that reaction from the second person also says a lot. How can she drop to the floor by merely seeing me? This is getting out of hand o.

All these while I spent on those thoughts, I never stopped jogging far away. I did all my best to avoid getting in any close contact with any human or else i risk creating another round of mess for myself.

***

I was almost out of that busy area, and was already thanking myself for being able to avoid people on the way when I noticed the red G-wagon (which I saw earlier when I was with the madman) suddenly swerved close to the pedestrian lane I was plying and continued moving at a trekking pace.

I paid no attention to it at first but when its body was almost touching my swaying hand, I had no option than to stop.

The night was already upon us at that time so it's kind of hard to pick out any face from behind those tinted glasses.
Nonetheless, I prepared myself for whatever is about to happen. I clenched my fist in readiness to fight or abscond if the fight appears to be far more than I could handle. Both option depends on the approach of whoever is this latest intruder in my life.

I will rather die on my feet than live on my knees. It has come to that. No backing down now.

I have a feeling that whoever is in this jeep is Beatrice. I swear she wouldn't have it so easy this time around if she tries to dump any sh!t in my life. I'm done letting her treat me like a piece of garbage.

While still on my thoughts, the glass of the jeep, I mean the rear one facing my direction slowly rolled down and the face of a very fine woman poked out.

I shot her a hard glare, trying to remember if I had seen that face but I couldn't.

My mind immediately declared open the post of an Answer in my mind's company and immediately, a million applicantic guesses begin to submit their C.V's but at the end, my medulla oblongata which is the interviewer couldn't find the right applicantic guess to fill the vacant post. So that's how I shut down the company and quickly focused on the reality before me.

The said woman shot me a cursory smile and scoffed when she realized I wasn't ready to retract my gaze.
"Darous..." she called out with a voice and tone that sounds very familiar. I was about to reopen my thinking company to think of how she knows my name but her voice cuts into the process before it even reached the table for approval from other board members of my body. "Where do you think you are going?"

I was silent. I didn't want to give her any chance to think am scared, even though I am.

"This city is as big as the Atlantic and you think you can swim your way out without getting drown?"

"I'd rather die in the Atlantic than go back to you or whoever is it that send you after me." I declared with clenched hands. "Wo, look here woman, if you try any sh!t with me, you will see trouble this time around.. I dont know who you are and I dont give a fvcking damn, so if you know what's best for you, you will go away right now and pretend this moment never happened." My heart beat was heavy by the time I end my statement.

She display a shocked expression while I was saying all that but she recovered quickly and put up a sultry smile to cover her initial expression.
"Hmmmm. Always by the sword... Darous Darous...." She called out teasingly. " Is the hard way the only way you know?"

"Its the surest way." I fired back at her and she scoffed.

"You see Darous, there's one thing that amazes me about you, you see, all my life, I've never seen a man fought so hard only to return back to where he started."

"Dont you ever speak to me that way..." I warned with a stern face. "Dont you think for one second that you know a damn thing about me!"

A smirk was plastered across her face when I said that. "You've always proven to me that you are a man who likes it rough, but you see, this guy here? (She nudged her head sideways back inside the car) just one word from me and he will take you to heights of pain that you can ever possibly imagine.."
I freaked at that even though i haven't seen the guy inside the car. Pain is the last thing I need right now. My face is still itching and my body is still very weak and am also mentally drained.

"Please, just let me be... please.... I cant face this type of life anymore." I pleaded silently, not to her, but to myself as our gaze remained lock on eachother.

"Okay. Where do you think you are going?"

"Its none of your damn business!."

"Hmm.. Is that so? But do you think I strolled down this path just to let you waste my time and resources?"

"What f**king resources are you talking about?"

"You dont worry about that. You will get to realize that on your own. But all you need to know for now is you need to follow me right now. This is a matter of urgency...infact it's an emergency...so you just have to obey me and follow me now." She said with an explanatory tone.
'Another trick. Dont fall for that o.' My mind communed to me.

"And what makes you think your emergency is more emergencier than my own emergency? Eh?" I paused to scratch the same spot on my face that I've been scratching since I left the house.

"You have nowhere to go, that's enough reason for you to come inside the car right now and let me take you home."

"Home...hunmm... home? You just said Home? Only if you know how weird that sounds to me.. clearly, we are not on the same page when it comes to the definition of that word."

"I dont have time for this...just get inside..."

"No.. I will not.."

"And where will you go from here?"
"Anywhere... just anywhere that doesn't involve you or whoever sent you after me.." I declared vehemently and just then an excuse popped into my brain. "For your information, I'm on my way to Obaseki, i want to go and report myself as part of the run away prisoners. "

She laughed out loud when she heard that and i couldn't help but wonder why she did that.

"Evidently, your treatment have tampered with your sense of humor... it's getting contagious. Adams, did you hear this idiot? " She turned back inside the car, probably to get a response from Adams who has been silent all along.

"Madam, just give me the word, and I will bundle him back inside right now...you are too lenient with him that's why he's been saying this nonsense.." Adams voice traveled out with those statements as its passengers.

"And who's fault is it that he got away in the first place? Tell me Adams?" That was followed by a moment of silence before she turned her heads back towards me.

She scoffed again. "You see, your main problem is you dont know which side of the bread your butter is on, that's why you've been acting this way. Only if you would open your blind eyes and set your gaze on what's right in front of you. I got you out of prison, gave you freedom and even offering you another opportunity to make it right but because you are you, you just cant see it. Anyways, time for talks and whines is over. Now get inside the car before you peel of your f***king face!" She commanded but her tone is soft.

I pretend not to hear her as I let out a loud hiss and made to walk away.

She repeated the same statement for the second time but I spoke not, so she stepped out of the jeep and her flowing red gown quickly adorned the ground she landed gracefully on.

Seeing the red gown also made me have a guess that she's Beatrice but this face is telling another thing.

"You wont get far with this face....no prison in the world will take you back with this kind of face Darous... so save my money and come inside..." she talked with a tone that spells arroagance.

That statement from her sent me into deep thoughts that I spent some moments in silence processing it.

"And what do you know about my face? Tell me what's wrong with it!" I manage to find my voice.

"I have been watching all the dramas you've been causing down the streets, how many more people do you intend on sending to coma before you realise your face is no longer suitable for the human environment? "

What's she talking about? I asked myself again. What does she mean by my face is no longer acceptable in the society? What's wrong with my face.

"Please, tell me, what the hell is wrong with my face?" I asked with a quavering voice. I was worried sick about how she's been lamenting about my face.

"I think the mirror will rather be the judge of that." I watched with anxiety as she opened the door of the jeep and brought out her phone from inside her bag and quickly take a picture of me.

She sighed briefly before pointing the screen at my face.

Oh my Gawd! What I saw was a very horrible sight to behold.

What have they done to my face? I asked myself subconsciously as i dropped to the ground on my knees.
"Let's go now...." she stated softly. " please dont let this get any messier than it already is.. I will explain everything to you once we get home. Just trust me." I could sense a semblance of pity in her voice.

I was downcast and heartbroken. My precious face has been tampered with, it's now so disfigured and horrific I couldn't even believe it's mine on that screen. My pride has been taken away. No wonder everyone is scared of my face. If you've ever watched the movie titled Beauty and the Beast, sure you would understand what I'm talking about. I dont have long ears and overblown nose but I'm now the perfect definition of ugliness. I'm now the sharp contrast of what I use to be.

Everything I ever had have been taken away from me. First was my innocence, then my money, my wife, my child and my name, and now my face. Surely, this life has been mean to me from time immemorial.



*****

Few minutes into the journey back to the house I'd earlier escaped from, I was seated in between this strange woman that has the voice of Beatrice but a different face and Adams, who has been quiet all the while.
Out of my pathetic mood, I lifted my gaze up and couldn't stop myself from asking this question from the woman beside me.
"Who are you?" That came out devoid of any loud sound.

"Let's just say I'm the devil the Angels warned you about...you cant snitch on me and expect to go scot free" She said with a smirk that left my soul furtherly shattered.

Surely, with that phrase, she's definitely Beatrice. Apparently I'm not the only person with a different identity. I begin to put 1 and 2 together as the puzzle begin to unfold gradually.

I rest my head on my knees, the awful realization and the gravity of what I just lost settled inside my emotional tank to set my tears on tsunamic mode....


T.B.C

Happy birthday to the living son of thunder ⚡

Nice update as usual....happy birthday your highness

Happy Birthday TBM

Happy Birthday TBM, Thanks for the update!