CHAPTER FOURTEEN

My sexcapade with Joy continued, we got even romantic and called each other by pet names. Although she instructed that I called her Sweet Bum and she called me Sweet D.

It was already two week and two days since my adoption, yet Joy still held me on gun point each time i took off the leg cuffs to shower, she kept reminding me that she killed her husband of 32 years and wouldnt hasitate to end me if I try to be smart.

I was her talk, Bleep and help buddy. I had considered strangling her so many times but if i do, i will die of thirst and starvation because I wouldnt be able to get the cuffs off my leg, the key was way far from my reach.

I was taking a nap after eating that afternoon when Joy came in with the bottle of her portion. I knew what that bottle was ment for. Sex. She had only brought it out twice; the first first day, and one night I was too weak to service her.

"Sweet D, you will have to drink some of this portion, my friends are coming over for some fun, i wouldnt like you to dissappoint" She said in her usual motherly tone.

I had no say in whatever she decides. Although she tries to make it look like my suggestion mattered. I took the shot, and she left.

I was in my room experiencing a very hard erection that made my dick felt like tearing and my balls hurt so badly. The house bell rang. Joy went to get the door. I heard the ladies laughing and then got chatting in the living room. I waited for them to come over quickly because I was experiencing pain.

I had waited enough and could no longer take the pain, so I called out not minding who her visitors were. "Sweet Bum! Please let them come over!"

Moments later, Joy came in with two other ladies, one was Italian, she looked younger but very obessed, the other was african american and ugly as Bleep. None of the ladies got what it takes to get my working tool active on a norm. I believe Joy knew I may not deliver, so she made me drink her portion thirty minutes before they arrived.

The Italian was drooling over my hard dick, she was the first to pull down my pant and buried her mouth in it. I felt kind of relieved from the pain. She sucked hungrily with saliver dropping all over my balls.

The black lady came over to kiss me, I didnt reciprocate, Joy who has been enjoying the show standing by the door quickly barked in a hostile tone.

"Hey! Don't let me start with you!"

Some how her voice startled me as I wondered what she would do if i ruined fun. I was already making progress with her and hoping to escape soon if i played my card well. I needed not to spoil it. So I kissed the black lady like i meant it. She was literally licking my lips. Then she pushed me lying flat on my back, chuckled and said to joy.

"I always wanted to try this"

They both laughed, as she took off her underwear and raised her black skirt up, climbed to my face, before she even got closer I could percieve her pussy oozing like rotten fish and meat. I couldnt make up my mind on how to begin before she mounted her pussy in my mouth. She was backing me making it possible for me to percieve her butthole and it smelt like fresh shit. She robbed every part of her pussy and butthole in my mouth. I even licked off a particle of tissue from her ass.

She Italian climbed and rode my dick in cowgirl, moaning like a dying horse. This continued until I heard joy say,

"Bleep Linda"

I wondered who Linda was until the black lady posed in a doggy on the floor, while the fat italian laid on her back so Linda would suck her while i bleeped.

Joy controlled how everything went until the black lady reached orgasm. I took the fat lady on doggy pounding as fast as i could so i would cum and end the pain i was experiencing, but she climaxed before me.

I was still in pain.

Joy knew what was happening to me, so she pushed me down on the bed, raised up the tshirt and mounted on cowgirl reverse. She bleeped so well the visitors cheered and clapped in excitement.

Finally I exploded inside her, my whole body shook as i ejaculated. Then I sagged on the bed feeling very exhausted and relieved.

"Wow, he is everything you said he is. I will be coming tomorrow" The black lady said.

"Please, I want a private section with him" The fat lady added.

"You know what it takes for a private section?" Joy asked as they left my room.

"Thats not a problem" The fat lady replied on her way out.

Later on, I heard them laughing and talking in the living room. Few hours later they left.

The fat lady came the next day and we had mad sex. She was obviously a nympho and kept coming after then.

The black lady came few more times.

Different ladies started coming on different days, mostly ladies in their forties and fifties, ugly and obessed ones.

Joy had promised to set me free if I cooporate and help her raise $200,000, which she promised wouldnt take up to a year if i made the ladies come back, which I agreed.

She came to see me after sex with three old ladies, she stood by the door and was looking at me with admiration in her eyes.

"What?" I asked, feeling disgusted.

"You did well, they spoke highly of you" She said, then walked into the room and sat on my bed.

"What?" I asked, feeling she wanted sex too.

She sniffed closer to my thighs and smiled "You need to shower, you stink"

"I wonder why" I retorted coldly.

She ignored me and handed me a tablet "Take, I dont want anything to go wrong with my Sweet D"

I took the drug with the bottle water on the table by my bed.

She stood up, moved to the door, tossed me the key to the cuffs then shut the door, locked it from the other side."You earned your privacy today" She called out as she left.

This was my opportunity. I quickly thought of where to hide to attack her when she comes back. There was no hidden place by the door, it opens on the outside, so I cant hide behind it. The only solution is to hit her with the door when she unlocks it. This seemed like a brilliant plan.

I quickly put on my trouser and waited patiently to hear her opening the lock.

Two hours passed, there was no trace of her. I was getting tired, but my escape was more important to me.

I heard a car drive in. I panicked it could be another client. But those old hags wont be able to stop me. I remained on course.

The door bell rang. Joy went to get it.

"Hey, come in" Joy said cheerfully.

I heard Michael's voice and a younger guy's voice exchanging pleasantries with Joy.

"Who is your handsome friend Mike?" Joy asked.

"Steven, Steven meet Joy" Michael introduced them.

Moments later, I heard Joy enquired in her usual motherly tone "Do you care for some tea and cookies?"

"I dont mind" Steven replied politely.

When Joy left. I heard Steven asking Michael "Is she the doctor?"

Michael: No, her husband is.

moments later, I heard Joy:

Joy: Please, help yourself, I want to have a private word with Mike"

Steven: No problem ma'am.

Not long after, I percieved the gas that kept me in my current position.

Steven: Mike? What's smelling?

Heard Steven banging on the door.

The gas entered my room through under my door. I soaked my shirt in water and covered my nose with it.

After awhile Steven stopped knocking, I knew he had passed out. Even with the cloth covering my nose, I still felt woozy and weak, but tried to stay conscious.

Few minutes later, I heard Joy and Michael's voice in the living room.

Joy: Take him to the basement, i need to check on my sweet D

Michael: Who?

Joy: Nevermind

That was it, my moment of escape. I heard the key lock opening, I summoned courage and waited to attack. The door was about opening, I pushed it hard with all my strength, knocking Joy to the ground. That was it. I rushed to the exit door, it was locked. I opened the window, it had protector bars.

"Shit!"

As I was still looking for escape route, Joy stood up and shouted. "Michael! He is on the loose! Michael!"

I rushed to her and sent a hard blow across her face that sent her to the floor, then I knelt over her and tried to strangle her neck.

Michael rushed out with a pistol in his hand, I quickly moved away from Joy looking at the automatic 9MM pointed at me.

"Are you okay?" Michael enquired from Joy

Joy was still coughing and trying to catch her breath with her hands on her neck. She stood up slowly and nodded. Then came unto me and sent two dirty slaps on my cheeks.

"You will wish I killed you!" Joy raged in low tone with her eyes fuming with anger.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Later that night, I had a dream: I was tied to a stick above a hot amber and was slowly rolled around by Joy who ensured the heat go all over my body. Frank was cutting off slice from my back and Michael sat on a Lexus E350 bonnet drinking from a bottle of whisky.

My eyes popped open and I screamed aloud and jumped from my bed. How relieved I felt when I raalized it was only a dream. I wondered what time it was, it was obviously dark outside and awfully silent. I looked at the cuff on my leg and heaved a sigh of greif.

I layed back on the bed thinking of what Maddick had said earlier, it was beginning to become glaring he may have a point in all those gibberish he had been spewing.

The next morning, I was awaken by Frank's voice, he was having a quarrel with Joy, they both seem very pissed at each other I feared it may result to a bloody fight. Not quite long after that, I heard the sound of someone running off; Joy screamed. I heard a thud sound as the foor step ran towards my room and badged in.

"What the Bleep!" excaped my lips as I stood up horrifically staring at the riffle in Frank's hand and the despiration in his eyes, coupled with his sweaty face. His blue, flowered beach shirt was open and wet revealing his hairy gray chest. He had only a white underwear on.

"What is wrong with you! Are you insane?!" Joy yelled as she endered my room and stood in front of me facing Frank who have been hesitating to shoot.

"I will kill him! And you too if you dont get out of my way!" Frank fumed hysterically with his eyes bulging out while he bit his lips at interval.

"Have you lost it, what has come over you? Put the bloody gun down before you do what you will regret" Joy retorted.

"At the count of four, I will do something crazy!" Frank barked

"Bleep you Frank! I dare you, you dont have the balls!" Joy said with so much confidence.

Frank pointed the gun at her and aimed to shoot, Joy didnt blink, she stood her position looking Frank in the face like she was daring him to.

Frank hesitated until his whole body shook. He finally gave up and angrily walked away like an arrogant teenager obeying command of not hanging out with friends.

Joy slowly followed him out without looking or saying a word to me.

I sat on the bed gasping with relief from the dread I experienced.

Later that night, I heard another arguement, this time it got more intense.

"That was not the arrangement! He must die like the others!" Frank yelled.

I looked around the room. It was hopeless trying to escape, the cuff wouldnt allow it.

Then I heard a struggle, and a loud thud; everywhere became silent. I listened for a long while but heard nothing.

About an hour later, I heard someone pulling something on the floor with difficulty towards the exit door, then the car trunk open. After a while, the trunk closed, then the car engine came alive and drove off.

I stayed wake until the car came back, I couldnt see anything because the car was parked at the other side of the house. The person entered the house, shut the door and went inside.

I felt so unsure of my fate. I sat on the bed with my back on the wall, expecting to face horror.
I must have dozed off, because I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and jerked up from sleep. Joy was standing with a tray of toasted bread and fruit juice. I was so relieved to see her.

"Hey, breakfast" She said, and gently dropped the tray on the bed beside me. She was in a transparent milky sleeveless night gown. Her unclothedness was visible and easy on the eyes even for her age.

She continued bringing food to me in different sexy outfits. She would point the gun at me until I showered and changed into dry clean clothes. But she never said much to me other than whats neccessary.

I was aching to know where Frank was, but I couldnt bring myself to ask.

Anytime she comes around, I found myself stealing a peek or two of her well curved ass and huge boobs and I would remember how good she rode my dick, how she held my face to her breast and commanded me to suck her nipples, and how she let out a gasp as i planted the nipples in my mouth. I felt my think kick all the time such thought crosses my mind.

After few days when we started talking to each other, she told me Frank is dead. "He knocked me unconscious, thought I was dead, carried me to the trunk of the car and was going to dispose of my corpse, but I shot him in the fucking face" She had sorrow written all over her face as she recalled the event in her thought.

I sat where i was, trying to pick the right word to pacify her, nothing seemed right that was forthcoming. So I kept silent and stared on the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.

She was standing by the door this on a denim bumshort that cut accross her butt cheeks, and a transparent black tshirt.

"I tried to tell him that you are not going to come between us" she looked at me seductively and smiled flirticiously, then shyishly looked away.

I had stopped seeing her as an old lady, I began focusing my attention on her beauty, and she eventually turned out to be worth trying out.

She came later that evening to take the plate I ate with earlier. Her tshirt barely covered her butt, she had nothing under. Though few wrinkles, yet she was fucking hot.

"I want to Bleep you!" I said, and my dick responded immediately, calling for her pussy.

She turned in surprise and we locked eye contact. I could see the desire in her eyes, just as mine scanned through her big chest imagining sucking it and enjoying the sound of a granny moaning in pleasure for me. That got me even harder.

I spread my legs wide so she would see my desire. And she was pleased with what she saw. She came on to me, threw the tray aside and knelt in front of me; pulled my pant down and buried my dick in her mouth, I was literally fucking her throat as she played with my balls. Her mouth was so moist it took her only two intense minutes to make me climax inside her throat. She spat the sperm between her breasts and began stroking my dick with it. Her breast felt so soft and my dick came back alive.

She mounted on cowgirl reverse with her hands on her kness as she twerked so good making her big butt clapped on my dick. From my seated position, I was seeing a 21 year old porn star fucking me good. She was that good I wished i met her in her prime

I noticed she was getting tired, so I turned her facing the chair and bleeped from behind. She let out different moaning sounds; crying, screaming, fast breathing, choking sound, laughing... and all the sounds got me even harder and wild.

She slowly stood up, stretched her leg slowly like her knees were hurting. It took some time before she was free a little, she then laid on her back on the bed and I mounted her. Watching how her big boobs bounced on each side as I pound her got me even crazier. We bleeped for a long time until she moved away from me and said.

"No, no. I wont die today" She chuckled while catching her breath.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I tried everything I could imagine to rid the cuff off my ankle. It felt like cutting off the leg would have been a better option. I had tried pulling the window protector off the wall because I wouldnt consider breaking those thick chain and time was running out; I was sweating fucking profusely. I yanked as hard as I could until my arm ached, but it was not enough to stop me. I continued with every strength I could grasp not giving a rat ass how hopeless it was trying.

And then I spotted the foot of a key in a bunch shooting out from the other side of the door's keyhole. I could find a spare in the bunch. This felt like chrismas. I rushed to get it, the cuff reminded me I wasn't free. There was no how to get the chain off.

I had to think of something fast.

I scanned through the empty room, the bed had not even a bedsheet on it.The rope in my juggers waist wasn't that long if I needed to consider it,but I considered it all the same; I took the rope off the juggers' waist and pulled the jugger down but the cuff stopped it from coming off my foot. I considered tearing it in two, and that I tried but the fabric was too strong to yank apart.

I used my teeth on the lighter part and pulled hard until the fabric gave way in two. I ripped it down and forcefully cut it in two. Then I took off my ash coloured t shirt and tied it to the trouser. It looked long enough, but how do I get the key from the hole?

I threw the long hook to the door handle holding it by the rope ensuring the trouser clipped on the door keyhole on the other side, but it dropped on the floor.

I tried it again, this time it hung on door handle. In that instant excitement I pulled it backwards, and the door jammed.

"Bleep!" I just ruined everything. What was I thinking?

I tried to see if I could at least retrieve the trouser, but the door held it tight.

While I was pulling it backwards, I heard the engine of a car approaching. This was not good. I was completely naked.

I tried to pull my clothes back, all my effort seemed like a total waste of time because the door clipped so hard to the trouser and doesn't want to let go.

I was still on it, the car door opened, Frank and Joy were quarreling seriously over something.

I was feeling like letting go of a hot piss and still holding it back. I pulled harder this time at least to retrieve my clothes.

My room door yanked open, I grabbed the clothes and quickly covered my penis with them.

Joy and Frank stared at me speechelessly in amazement.

"What the heck was he doing?" Frank asked in surprise.

Joy's eyes dropped on my foot and she eyed by body seductively, then smiled and left without saying a word.

Frank waited for Joy to leave before saying, "The key is with her. You cant reach it" His eyes betrayed the satisfactory smile he was beaming.

I wanted him to leave before putting on what was left of my jugger. He smiled, then gently shut the door and locked it with the key.

I wore my jugger and t shirt. The jugger felt rediculous with a foot widely open. I knew Joy would'nt take it lightly with me for attempting to escape.

I waited the rest of the day until it was dark, still no sign of either Frank nor Joy.

I was beginning to feel unrest when I heard a car approaching, I suddenly felt a surge of hope as I anticipated help on the way.

The door bell rang twice, then I heard Joy exchanging greetings with a soft masculine voice. The voices were now in the house.

"what brought you to this side of the town?" Joy asked.

"Came for business" He said

"Hey Mathew, I heard your voice from deep in my sleep, and I came out and behold, the great Mathew is here" Frank said.

Mathew laughed and replied "You sure know how to make me feel important"

They all laughed.

After a few moment, I could only hear a faint murmuring but it all sounded jibberish. I tried to listen but couldnt get any information. I sat back on the bed wondering what's next.

Their voices came alive again, Joy laughed the loudest. Mathew seem to be cracking the old couple up.

"Where is the lamb located?" Mathew asked.

Joy murmured something to him, then his voice disappeared.

"Are you hungry? I just made dinner, it's on the table" Frank's voice was heard after few minutes of silence.

About 30 minutes later of hearing nothing except chucklings at intervals.

Moments later, I heard foot steps approaching the room, I became overly conscious about my juggers as I sat on the bed expecting the door to open any moment.

Frank, Joy and a tall man whose athletic body fit well in the gray suit he was in, making his dark skin glow and his very white eyes and teeth glitter. He had no facial hair nor any on his head. His nose were huge just as his lips were bold. He has the look of a typical african worrior in suit.

He looked at me as one pricing a goat, but neither him nor the old couple said any word, until he turned to Joy and nodded. Frank exposed his cigarette burnt teeth in a wide grin. They all left leaving the door open.

Soon I heard his car engine screaming, and Joy called out "Dont forget what i told you, its between us for now"

Then i heard the car drive off.

I laid back staring in the ceiling with my mind dangling on what to do.

"Hey" Frank's voice called me back to conciousness. He was carrying a plate of food in his left hand and standing by the door. He dropped the plate of food on the floor and slide it towards my foot.

He was about leaving and I quickly asked, "You are not enjoying this right?"

He turned and shot me suspicious look.

I sat up and winced "How can a good looking smart man like yourself be used and allowed to take such shit?"

"That's none of your business. Focus on staying alive" Frank said and was about leaving.

"Have you heard of the ghost gang?" I didnt know where that came from.

He turned to me and eyed me susliciously "what's that?"

"It's the most dreaded gang on earth"

"and what has that got to do with anything?"

I stood up and moved towards him until the chain stopped me. He was just staring at me expressionlessly.

"Someone saw us leave in your car. They will come looking for me, they will ask questions, eventually get to know about you guys" I paused to examine his face, he was still expressionless. "They will literally roast you and your wife alive if any harm should befall me"

Frank smiled and shook his head in amusement, then he shut the door on my face and left.

He didnt buy it.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I opened my eyes and my vision felt blurry and head ached like Bleep. I tried to move my body, that was when I realised I was tied to a chair; hands behind the chair and legs bind to each of the chair's front foot.

I fully came to full consciousness and looked around at what looked like a basement where old stuff were dumped. There was a bulb hanging in the middle, no window and it was fucking hot in there. An old washing machine stood by my left, the walls had wires hanging unkempt, and there was a staircase right in front of me

I remembered I was with Zoe earlier. I turned and heard him murmuring

"Help me please"

He had saliva dripping from his mouth as his head hung downwards.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" I enquired.

"Help me please" He muttered, slowly swinging his head like he was tiredly trying to break free.

I ignored him and tried to pull my hands the bind, it felt impossible but I kept giving it hard pull hoping I would somehow break even if it's one hand from the bond.

The chair suddenly swung to a side and fell, and got myself in a more precarious state.

"please help me" Zoe kept saying.

I felt like pouring curses on him but ended up refraining from wasting my energy.

I heard the door to stairs opening, I knew it would either be Frank or Joy. My suspicion was actually the both of them. They had them a tray with a plastic shot cup on it.

Joy said as soon as they came down the stairs. "Hey cuties" Then she paused and turned her husband when she saw me on the floor." I told you this one is going to serve me real good"

Frank laughed and they both pulled me up.

Frank went to inspect Zoe while Joy stood in front me staring in my face.

"I think this one is going to be numb for a very long time" Frank said with a funny smile on his face.

She walked up Zoe and dragged his pants down. They both stared at his penis in amusement. Before I could blink, she took out a knife from under her pant and slit Zoe's throat in a second.

"What the Bleep!" Frank yelled in shock.

"He is useless!" She said causully and moved over to me

I was uneasy as she stood in front of me with blood dripping from the knife in her hand, her eyes screening through me before he pulled down my pant and her eyes widened

"I told you black men got it" Frank said, grinning.

She took the cup from the tray lying on the floor and said to me "If you want to live, drink this"

"what's that?" I asked, staring at the cup in her hand

"it's something that will save your life" Frank said.

She motioned the blue plastic cup towards my mouth, I turned away, she shot me a warning stare and brought the bloody knife close to my throat. I turned to Zoe whose neck had dropped, blood still gushing out, mouth open and eyes staring blankly on floor. I knew the couple meant business. So i opened my mouth and allowed the liquid supstance that smelt and tasted like urine mixed with vomit in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out the instant it touched my tongue.

"Dont even think of it" She said in a warning tone.

I impusively swallowed the very awful stuff and almost threw up when it went down my throat.

She smiled and turned to her husband "it should kick-in within 15 minutes "

They both both smiled and left.

I turned to the dead boy and wondered why they had to waste him, and a thought crossed my mind "if they killed him in such way, then my fate is definately going to be like his"

I tried with every strength I could grasp to break free but it seem very impossible. I knew I had to device another means; Joy doesn't seem like one to bulge easily, she obviously calls the shots. Then it has to be the husband.

Moments later, I noticed I was having an errection. My dick kept kicking and getting harder until my balls started hurting.

Just then, Joy was the only one walking down the stairs. She was on red thong and red brazzier. Her tummy, thighs and arms were all wrinkled, but she still had that curves.

She walked to were I was and was impressed with the effect of the concoction she had forced on me earlier.

"It's hurting. What did you give to me?" I said in gnashing in pain.

She pulled down my trouser and examined my dick covered in vains. She smiled wickedly and slowly slide down her pant.

"What are you trying to do?" I said, trying to move away from her, but it was helpless.

She ignored my struggling, took out lubricant from inbetween her huge packed boobs, applied it in her vagina and mounted me. Her pussy felt hot and wide. She let out an erotic mourn and she immediately started rocking my dick, pausing and catching her breath at intervals.

My dick felt better after she mounted, the funny thing was that I was beginning to enjoy it. She held me around my neck as she bleeped me with the skill of a teenage girl.

We continued like that for almost thirty minutes, both of us were sweaty and i marveled at her resilence and sexual urge for that age.

Soon she jerked a little and then stood up. I was not done yet, I was still hard.

"I dont want to waste such a sweet dick" she said, and applied the lubricant on her palms and stroked my dick with it until i exploded in a large cum within 2 minutes and felt very light afterwards.

She smiled, picked up her thong and left.

After she had gone, I looked at my dick and cum all over my thighs and my pants lying on my feet. I wondered if I was kept in this basement to be a sex object.

My stomach rang for food and my tongue yearned for water. I was also pressed and needed to take a pee.

"Hey!" I screamed as loud as i could. After few seconds of no response, I repeated, and many more times after until Frank approached.

He doesn't seem too pleased with me. My guess is that his old wife hasnt had it as good as i served her.

" Please, I need to take a piss" I said.

He eyed me maliciously and said nonchalantly "Piss right where you are! And dont fucking disturb my peace again"

Before I could ask for water, he left.

I wanted feel bad about the idea of pissing where I sat, but when I considered it as a way to annoy or irritate the rapist old lady it felt good. So I let it out and was unbelievably relieved.

I had dozed off just a bit when I heard foot step aproaching down the stairs, it was the old lady. Was she coming for another round? I wondered.

She was dressed in a milky sleeveless nightie that hung slightly above her knees. But what she was holding scared me, it looked like a riffle. She must have noticed how I stared at the gun dreadfully. She looked at it and smiled

"Just to keep you in check" She said. Then pointed it at me about five steps away from me with her finger ominously on the trigger.

Right about then, her husband joined us. He looked more cheerful than before, he began untying me and said "she likes her man smelling good"

This was my time to lay my demand

"I am hungry and thirsty" i said with audacity

"Oh yes, that's part of the reward, as long as you behave, we aint gonna have any ish" She said in a cocky tone.

The moment I was loose, Frank brought out a revolver from under his pant and moved few steps back, before ordering me to "Move!"

I was led to the back of the house, where they kept a bucket of water and soap by its side. A fresh trouser and t shirt were neatly folded on a chair few steps away from the bucket.

The couple stood watching as I bathed and changed into new clothes with guns pointed at me.Then they led me inside to the dinning where food was already served. I ate and drank enough water until i was very full. Frank had gone but the old lady still had her gun pointed at me.

"You will be using a different room now" She said, and motioned me towards the hallway to a room with just a window, a small sized bed, a bathroom and a fan. I noticed a long chain with leg cuff hanging from the protector on the window, it was long enough to allow the victim walk around.

"Put the cuff on one foot" She commanded.

I had finished cuffing my leg when i saw Frank carrying a dead body on his shoulder, he was standing behind her. She dropped the gun when she was convienced I was well cuffed and turned to face her husband that has been standing silently behind her.

"We need to go get rid of this one" He said straining from the weight of the dead boy.

"must i do everything with you?" She said in disgust. Then turned to me and observed the cuff on my leg before they both shut and bolted the door.

Moments later, i heard their car engine coming alive and it drove off.

"This is my chance" I said aloud.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was in the room with Maddick feeling unsafe. It was just him. Physically I have the advantage, but I am not sure how skilled he is even with a weapon.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to sound as confident as I could.

He suddenly moved closer, I took a step backwards but he came all the same and stood in front of me.

"You are in grave danger my friend" Maddick said with his eyes beaming with concern. Then he looked at the pair of black Nike snikers on my feet and smiled "Nice shoes"

I didn't know what my shoes got to do with anything, but I returned a phoney smile and nodded.

Maddick turned his attention from me to the window at the shadow of someone walking pass the room.

"They know you are on to them, they will kill you, you will die here" Maddick's tone sounded very sure.

"Who?" I asked, but didn't wait for him to reply before I chipped in "And what the Bleep happened to our dog? It was lying almost dead a while ago, then launched an attack on us moments later. You should know something"

He stood motionless looking at me as though he saw a ghost. I was begining to believe Maddick is not psychologically okay.

He slowly moved to the bed and sat down.

I drew closer waiting for him to drop a different kind of bomb this time.

"Kill the dog. She has been taken" Maddick said in a sympathetic tone.

I didn't like what I heard, so I pressed on, "But he said "borrowed" not taken"

Maddick's eyes beamed with questions "Who told you that?" He sounded like he was going to attack whosover had let out that information.

I couldn't stop myself from telling it was Herod.

Maddick then stood up and was heading for the door.

"Please, how we get out of here, and how do we deal with dog?" I pleaded.

Maddick stopped at the door, without turning he said,

"Your corpse"

Then he turned to face me "Neither you, your father nor that dog of yours will leave here alive"

He unlocked the bolts on the door and walked away, leaving me to my thoughts.

It can't be that impossible, someone must have escaped in the past. I wanted to ask more questions, but Maddick sounded loco. If I hadn't seen the dark cloud that whisked into thin air the other day, i would have totally believed he is mad, so there was no need pressing on, I had to leave it as it is.

On my way out of the room, I bumped into some young lad, he apologised but immediately recognized me, I didn't take note of who he was until he asked,

"Where is my car bro?"

He was the young man we took his red Mazda earlier. This got me exhausted, I didn't have the stress for his headache, what I needed was very cold beer, enough to help keep me asleep for a very time. Bleep! I needed that badly.

"It's over there" I said nonchalantly pointing to the direction of the road, and made to continue with my walk to the bar, he stood in my way and demanded i return his car back to him in one piece.

"Bro, ask one of these bikers or get a cab or something, go over there, your car is there" I said tiredly and made to move pass him, but he pushed me back.

"Look" He said. I could see he wanted trouble, "I will not let you take a step from here without my car parked where you and that fellow stole it from"

I wasn't ready to fight with him, for crying out loud he is a teenager. I knew i had to reason with him to avoid embarrassment.

"Look, it was an emergency okay. Our truck had a fault, so we took the available one. Sorry about it all"

I noticed his eyes relaxed from its previous hostility. Then I continued. "Do you know a mechanic or someone to drive us where the car is parked?"

He shot me a puzzled look "Mechanic for what?"

"The car broke down"

"Not possible. That's a brand new car, I got it two months ago before i came to this god forsaken place"

Hearing how long he had stayed there increased my interest in him.

"Why haven't you left?" I asked in a casual tone, hiding my intent.

"Bleep shit bro. What did you say happen to my car?"

"I don't have an idea, hence my reason for asking for a mechanic" I ultered my disappointment over his neglegence to my question.

"How in the Bleep sake do you expect me to know where to find one?" His tone reeked of anger and frustration.

I looked around and found an elderly couple walking to their car. I pointed at them "They will know"

I quickly met up with them before they started shut their doors. I moved to the man in the driver seat, he should be in his late sixties and his wife looked older.

"Excuse me a second please" I said in my official tone.

He shot me a questioning look and nodded, while his hand remained on the door handle.

"Please, where can I find a mechanic; car mechanic?"

"what's wrong with it?" He enquired.

"it just stopped, don't have an idea" I replied.

He turned to his wife as if seeking for her permission, she nodded and he said.

"My mechanic lives away from here but close to my house. Get in, I will take you there"

I was grateful and turned to the boy who was still standing where I left him, and beckoned him over. He hesitated before walking down.

As we settled in the back seat and the car began driving off the premisses, I spotted Maddick peeking at us from a window in the bar.

Country music from the eighties played from the car sterieo. The couple were awfully quiet like they once had a argument earlier.

We spotted the red Mazda in front, the teenager looked excited and he said in that instant "Please pull over here!"

"You can't help the car here if it's bad, it is almost impossible to get a lift around here. I advise we get the mechanic first" The man said and continued driving in silence

As we drove pass the car, the boy continued looking as if trying to find a sctatch on it.

He had droven for nearly an hour without seeing a single building. This was becoming spooky.

"Is the place still far?" The teenage boy asked.

"No darling, it's just a stone throw from here" The old lady replied.

Few moments later, we spotted a house standing alone in the woods. The man pulled over in front and turned to us. I was already filled with questions wondering if that was the mechanic shop.

"Here we are, my house" He said beaming a friendly and innocent smile.

"Come in for tea darlings" The lady said smiling girlishly.

"why here, why didn't you stop us at the mechanic?" I asked.

"It's a bit far, i need to drop my wife off, have something eat before we continue"

That was reasonable enough, so i lumped it in.

The old lady was chubby with humongous wrinkled breast pushed up in her brazzier, her face had wrinkles too but it was easy to see that she was a beauty in her prime .

When she stepped down, her long gown rested well on her very huge backside. Although she was about 5 foot 7, but her long heels elevated her height.

The man, stocky with huge tummy. His hair was ice white and no facial hair. He wore a blue short sleeve top, a khaki trouser and a pair of black shoe. He appeared to be over 6 foot tall.

We followed the couple into their modestly furnished living room. The man offered us a seat and introduced himself.

"I am Frank, my wife is Joy, we are glad to have you here. We rarely get visitors these days, so we hang out at the bar often"

I introduced myself and the teenage introduced himself as Zoe.

Just then, Joy came with cups of tea and cookies on a tray, she was dashing out her charming smile.

5 As she dropped the tea in front of us, I noticed her breasts were staring me in the face and she had taken off her brazzier. I tried my best to look away, then she stood up and left.

Frank excused himself too, he said he needed to take a quick shower and change into something else.

I took one bite from the cookies and sat back resting from the long journey.

Then I percieved a funny gas smell, like fumigation chemical mixed with cooking gas. I turned to Zoe who was also percieving it. I stood up and called out Frank's name walking towards the door he and his wife had exited from. Then I felt sick in my tummy.

Zoe rushed to the door and tried to open it, it seemed jamed. After struggling with the door for awhile, he vomited right where he stood.

I was still trying to open the door that was obviously locked from inside, then I become dizzy and soon threw up. My legs became weak, I had to sit on the floor, then felt very woozy.

Moments later, the door flung open. I saw the couple in a blurry vision on gas mask, they walked pass me to Zoe who had already passed out on top of his vomit. Before they came to where i was, I passed out too.

CHAPTER TEN

Dad placed Amaka at the spot he found her in the bathroom and stood beside her when I walked in. I slowly moved closer, Amaka was still lying motionless.

"Those bikers are here" I chirped softly.

He didn't seem to hear me. I repeated myself, that was when he shot me a surprised look and asked "Where are they?"

"In the bar"

He quickly moved past me and dashed out of the room. I followed him instantly as we headed downstairs.

Seeing the bikers in large numbers, dad scanned through for the particular man.

"He is in there" I muttered with my attention on the bar entrace.

Dad moved with the speed of one possessed of an evil spirit as he jerked open the door and looked around the scantly crowded bar, then he saw Cable with two other men and that particular man seated at the VIP section, they seem to be discussing something of germane importance.

I feared dad was going to act irrational, so I immediately held his hand, he shot me warning stare and I shook my head and said "Let them finish"

He pulled his hand off my grip and just then we heard Cable's voice

"Talk of the devil"

He was seated across the table facing us. His smile was hearty and welcoming. The other men turned and Cable continued beckoning us over."Over here!"

I was relieved but uncomfortable because Amaka was still in a precarious state.

I and Dad moved over to their table and took the vacant chairs beside Cable. I searched for Maddick the moment I settled in my chair, but saw a skinny dark indian girl whose beautiful innocent face betrayed her rock star outfit chewing gum recklessly at the counter; her attention on her phone

Cable formally introduced dad and I, and before he could proceed further, dad cut in unapologecally.

"I need to speak to you aside" Dad said to the stouted man.

Everyone seem surprised.

"Herod, have you met this guy before?" Cable asked.

"Yes, on my way to deliver an assignment" Herod replied complacently.

Dad was dead serious and impatient.

" Please" Dad said and stood up waiting for him.

Herod sat where he was like he didn't notice dad was referring to him. I got infuriated and said in an angered tone

"Are you deaf or something?"

I knew my statement didn't come out well but I maintained seriousness, no one should disrespect family in my presence, I will fucking disrespect you too.

He turned slowly to face me, I maintained eye contact with him.

Cable immediately intervened." Hey, hey, hey! Take a chill pill guys" Then he turned to Herod, "See what he's got to say, we will wait"

Herod hesitated a bit while dad remained standing looking at him. Then he tiredly stood up and followed dad to a corner.

I felt awkward seating with the other men who weren't hiding their dislike in me. I slowly stood up and joined dad and Herod.

"I don't know what you are talking about, I didn't say nothing to you" I met Herod talking to dad.

"Come on man, you told us about the borrowing thingy, what's going on here Bleep sake? My dog is dying" Dad said, ignoring my presence.

Herod looked bored of us, he only stood there because he was compelled to.

"I can not remember ever saying such a ridiculous and senseless thing, how is it even logical? Please I need to join them over there, we got something important we were discussing before you interrupted. I also got somewhere to be right after here, which is about any moment from now, so excuse me" Herod said and was about walking out on us, dad held his wrist stopping him. He eyed dad's hand in disgust.

"My dog is very important to me, she has been my source of joy for years now. Please, help me save her" Dad sounded pathetic.

Herod looked at dad straight in the eyes and said "Never let anyone discover your weakness, they will use it against you" Then he jerked off his wrist from dad's grip and sluggishly strolled to join the rest at the table.

"Let's go see if she's up, it's almost dark" I said and immediately left the bar.

I was about opening the door to our hotel room when I heard a dog barking. Dad was behind me, he quickly pushed passed me and flung the door open. Amaka attacked his trouser, biting hard and pulling viteously while growling in animalistic. It was so unusual.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Dad yelled, dragging his leg from her, but she even got angrier and bounced on him; luckily he caught her by the neck and they both struggled. Amaka had so much strength it took all of dad's strength to keep her from planting her teeth on him.

I couldn't do much, I was confused, it was scary and she was going to wreck havoc if nothing was is done to tame her soonest. So I grabbed a stool by the bed and wanted to hit her with it, but Dad yelled at me.

"Don't try that!"

I paused mid air and stood hopelessly watching as Amaka tore dad's t shirt with her nails dad intentionally had refused to trim for the same purpose she meted on him.

While the brew lingered for about 30 seconds, dad suddenly tossed her aside; she came to attack again, he kicked her hard on the face with his timberland booth and moved backwards. I rushed out to hold the door, before she could bounce again, I slammed the door on her, but she continued barking and scratching on the door.

"What the Bleep was that?" I asked still trying to recover from the shock.

Dad was speechless, his t shirt was torned with scratches and little blood stains.

I couldn't make out the any sense in it all. We were suppose to be excited and happy about Amaka's recovery, but what just happened ultered that feeling to worries and confusion.

"Mike!" Cable called from downstairs. He was standing with Herod and the other two men.

"Over here man, I got some great news" Cable shouted.

Dad examined himself and said to me "Get something to wear, as he took off his shirt.

I was about leaving, he called me back and demanded for the shirt i was on. I took it off and handed it to him, then went in to change into something else.

When I got out, I saw dad talking with Cable, Herod and the two other men downstairs in front of the legion of bikers waiting patiently. They seem to be arguing over something. I wanted to join them but dad looked up that instant and winked me to wait.

I watched as they continued; then Cable was the only one talking. A little after that, they shook hands, and they all started mounting their bikes. Cable pointed to one of the two men from earlier; the one on bandana; he got off his bike, dad mounted on it and looked up,then signaled he was coming back. I watched as they all rode off, dad following from behind with Herod leading and Cable following.

I turned my attention to the bar as they rode out of sight and then met Maddick's eyes. He was staring at me in front of the bar. I quickly rushed downstairs, but he was no longer there. As I was about entering the bar, someone whistled faintly, I turned and saw Maddick in one of the guest rooms downstairs with head shooting from the little space between the ajar door. He beckoned me over, looked around as though hoping no one saw him, and then shut the door.

I walked briskly to the room, made to open the door but it was locked. I was shocked. I had to knock several times and was almost thinking he wouldn't open, then the door flung wide revealing an unkempt room that resembles where two rascals fought.

I saw Maddick standind behind it smiling like he had mental ish. I became cautious and carefully observed the room before I entered.

I had barely stepped in when Maddick slammed the door shut and hurriedly bolted it.

This was unusual of a normal behaviour. I became alert and was calculating my defence and attack mechanism as I walked in faking confidence.

Maddick suddenly stopped smiling, stood still and was looking ominously at me.

"What the Bleep! I am in for a deep shit" I reasoned, but remained calm as I waited for what he got under his sleeve.I was fully aware of the bolted door; that was spooky.

CHAPTER NINE

Maddick still serving at the bar was something I couldn't fathom. I was lying on the bed in dad's motel room with my mind racing over episode of the dark cloud that hovered over Maddick and his sudden disappearance.

Dad walked in. I sat up anticipating not-so-much a good news judging by the look on his face. He pet Amaka who was excited to see her master, then sat on the bed beside me, while Amaka laid beside his feet.

"Cable said his lead on the ghost gang member is currently on a job for two weeks after he agreed to assign someone to us today. Fucking two weeks!" Dad said in a calm but edgy tone.

I watched as he lit up a cigarette and took in smoke, then exhaled with his eyes transfixed on the blank Television in front of him.

"We can't spend two weeks here" Dad said after puffing out smoke.

"I need to speak with Maddick" I found myself saying.

Dad turned to me and winced. I could see he knew what I meant.

"The dead guy, now alive who told you about keeping people prisoner here?" He smiled weakly "I can fucking leave if i want to".He paused, then continued like an idea just hit him" on that note, let's get a drink somewhere away from here, just to look around"

He stood and grabbed his car keys on top of the television, I stood up too and we both left the room.

Dad was about sliding in the car door key when he stopped with his attention staring behind me. I followed his gaze and saw two men on a harley davison fat bob, both were thick and heavily bearded, one had an eye patch on his right eye and a red bandana covering his long blond hair, he wore the same red timberland boot as his coleague. He was in a leather jacket and shredded black jean trouser. The other was in a red leather sleeveless jacket and a buckled tight black leather pant tucked in his booth, his hair was knotted in ponytail. They were covered in tattoos with silver chains dangling on both wrists and necks.

They seem to be staring at us as though with the intend of coming after us if we dare drove off.

I was unease,I never wanted anymore trouble. I turned to dad who locked eyes with them expressionlessly .

"Can we talk to Maddick first?" I asked, trying to avade the impending trouble.

"Yeah, we should definately do that" Dad said wiit his attention still on the men.

I was surprised. Why didn't his massive ego pride itself? My countenance didn't betray me, but no one noticed, dad was ready turning to leave.

We went back to dad's room but noticed Amaka didn't come after us as was her usual hesterical greetings.

I didn't take notice while I sagged on the bed trying to cool off the dreaded drama that had befallen me lately. But dad noticed the moment he stepped in. Usually Amaka either sits on the bed or the sofa, and she would sit up with her ears shooting up as she waggs her tail in her seated position as she waits for the door to be shut before she jumps down to bounce on dad in particular.

"Amaka" Dad immediately called.

I turned around briskly in that moment of the realization of Amaka's absence.

Dad went straight to the bathroom, while I opened the waderobe, perhaps she had mysteriously locked in.

Dad let out a loud scream that startled me. I quickly ran to see what had happened. At the door, dad pushed me aside as he carried Amaka rushing out before I could even ask what happened.

I followed from behind.

He got to the car, and was struggling with the door with Amaka in his arm.

I caught up, but my heart sank in sorrow and pain as I looked at the jovial and once happy creature looking lifeless.

"Get this fucking door for me!" Dad barked.

I jerked and rushed to open the car door with the key in dad's hand and opened the back seat door from inside.

Dad quickly put Amaka in and rushed to the steering. I had barely opened the door before dad engaged the engine, I jumped in knowing he wouldn't wait a mini-second longer for me in that situation.

We had just rolled the tires a bit and the car went dead. Dad tried turning the engine but it coughed and died over again.

"Open the bonnet" I said and rushed out of the car, stood in front and waited for the bonnet to jerk up a bit.

I turned to see why dad had not already opened it the second I stepped down, but found him moving towards a red Mazda MX-04. I quickly got ready for anything.

He walked confidently to where the car was parked, punched and broke the glass on the driver side, opened it from inside, sat in and began meddling with something underneath the steering.

I grabbed and carried Amaka out from the car and rushed to the red Mazda. Before I got to the car, dad had started the engine, I was surprised but didn't have the time to be marvelled.

As I settled with Amaka in the back seat, dad engaged gear one and was about driving off when suddenly we saw a young lad I have never seen before around the place blocking our way. He was in his early twenties, a typical American melancholy teen putting on a pair of reading glasses, a faded light green top and pitch trouser, he had nothing on his feet.

"where are you going with my car!" He barked at us waving his hands in the air.

I turned to dad hoping he doesn't run him over, instead dad brought out a gun from underneath his pant and let out a shot towards the boy who dodged and moved away. I knew dad had it in mind to miss.

We turned to the road and sped through the dusty narrow path.

I kept turning at interval to check on Amaka who remained lifeless. The car bumped into a potholes and bounced, dad still didn't reduce his speed.

"Where are we going?" I asked as the thought dropped.

"I don't fucking know!" Dad said with a hint of anger in his tone.

We drove about ten minutes in silence still on the path. The car suddendly went dead and slowly stopped.

"Bleep!" Dad cursed, and angrily hit the steering hard several times and sagged his head on it crying.

I was dumbfounded, I didn't know what to say or do, I too was hurting. I turned and looked at Amaka once more, she was still motionless.

Dad suddenly stepped out and rushed to Amaka in the back seat, gave her mouth to mouth and pushing her chest while muttering.

"Don't do this to me baby, come on baby"

I watched trying to save her, but I feared it may be too late. What happened to Amaka, who would be brave enough to challenge such fierce dog?

As I pondered, I heard the sound of bikes approaching from a distance.

"Dad, we have to go" I noticed it was panic speaking through me.

"We need to leave!" I said and then spotted a long tail of bikers approaching. "dad...dad" I called in fear.

Dad slowly lift his head and took out his gun from behind his pant, then stood beside Amaka, with his gun resting on his side as he focused his attention on the men approaching.

I noticed his face was expressionless and calm.

The bikers stopped some few distance away from us. The man in front, stout, bulky, in blue sleeveless jacket on a black t shirt, his eyes were covered with a dark shade and a black cap on.

He eyed the gun in dad's hand amusingly and asked in native American assent as he turned his attention to dad "Have trouble with your car?"

"My dog" dad said and turned to Amaka before returning to the man "We need a vet"

"There is no vet in this town" He said and turned to me "Is he your son?"

Dad ignored him.

He got down from his bike, adjusted his pants underneath his big tummy and asked "Do you want me to take a look?"

I quickly stopped dad half way before he replied, he turned to me and I nodded to him. He then moved aside.

The man placed his ear on Amaka's chest with a finger on her tummy. Then he opened her eyes looking into as though looking for something.

He turned to us as we awaited what he got to say, I knew nothing good was coming forth.

"You have to take her back, she was borrowed. Take her back before dark, else she wouldn't find her way back"

He walked past us to his bike. Dad seem to recollect himself before me as we were both pondering on what he meant, he called out moving towards the stout biker man.

"What do you mean?"

The man sat on his bike and said while engaging the leg starter. "Mystery my man"

Before dad could ask further he rode off and others followed.

I looked at dad as if trying to tell him with my thought not to waste any second longer. He grasped what I meant, rushed into the car, grabbed Amaka and we started running back.

It was past 4 by the time. Amaka was heavy, I and dad had to change turns as we ran back.

We arrived the hotel and noticed the two men were still in their positions and still wearing same look.

While we rushed upstairs, I spotted the bikers from earlier approaching the hotel in a longer convoy. The two men seated on their bikes immediately stepped down and moved into the bar.

They were more than fifty of them, all looking menancing. Their bikes covered the whole compound. I noticed people peeping from their room windows.

Shortly after they had killed their engines but still seated on their bikes. Cable came out with the two men from earlier. He kept looking towards our room direction and the stouted man followed, I couldn't hear them. But the stouted man took of his sunshade and looked at me, the look on his face gave me the chill.

"For Bleep sake Junior come give me a hand" Dad called out as he was fumbling with the key while struggling to hold Amaka.

I quickly rushed up the stairs to the door and helped him open. When I turned again, I saw the man waved at me with a phoney smile on his face, then he entered the bar with Cable, while his men waited outside.

Chapter 4

My brother was a shadow of himself, he was always looking over his shoulder.

Dad started complaining of missing money and the kind of "good for nothing rascals" that come looking for him in the shop.
The reccurring event of abnormality in my brother's behaviour made dad called for a family meeting.
I, my brother and our parents sat in the living room silently waiting for dad to begin, but his attention was on the eight o'clock news. We had no choice but to watch the news in silence.
After the news, he was lost in deep thought as though adding up the right words to begin with while we waited for nearly 5 minutes in silence, until mum interrupted the silence,
"my husband, let us get over what you have called here for, I need to finish preparing dinner"
Dad turned to my mum and said in a low sad tune that almost broke my heart,
"Your son has joined cult"
Mum was startled, she looked at both I and my brother and turned to dad in disbelief. "My children cannot do such!"
Dad scuffed sadly and turned to my elder brother "This one here, this good for nothing ingrate, this animal that want to distroy the good life we are planning for him has been stealing my money in the shop and giving it to those hooligans loitering joblessly in the street. He did not see boys brigade or boys scout to join it is some stupid low life gang!"
Mum was taken aback by dad's statement, she placed her hands on her chest and what escaped her lips was "Chimo!" Then she turned to my brother, looking at him as though trying to recognize who he was. "My son, is it true?"
"Look at guilt written all over that stupid face of his. These boys think I am old school; I don't know anything, they don't know that before boys were men" Dad boasted.
The rest of the evening was about my brother,my parents later decided he would school in Ghana to avoid story that touches the heart, but while he was yet to gain admission,he was going to leave town and stay with my uncle in Asaba.
Two days after, a member of another gang shot and killed one of Smarto's men over girl.
It was gathered that the girl was dating a member of the other gang, Larry, and a member of Smarto's gang, Jango, kept harrassing her for sex, when she couldn't take it anymore, she reported Jango to her boyfriend who immediately went to confront Jango about it at a joint where he was with two other gang members smoking and drinking local gin. The altercation only resulted to Larry being beaten up; they broke bottles on his head and left him with several bottle stabs, he narrowly escaped alive.
While the group was celebrating their victory with weed and local gin, Larry came back on a bike with a locally made pistol still covered in blood stains, he pulled over in front of the joint, pulled out a locally made short barrel gun from a bag hunged around his neck with one hand while holding the bike with the other, before Jango could gather is thought, Larry shot Jango right in the face, scattering his face and opening his skul. Others with Jango took to thier heels and the bike zoomed off.
Later that night, Smarto went to Larry's house, but instead found his cousin, they bathed him with gunshots, and went to two other member's house, dragged them into their van and took them to a bush where they made video of how they naked and beheaded them.The next day their heads were hunged on a pole in front of a government secondary school.
My area haboured over 40% of Smarto's gang making it a targeted zone. My brother got wind of the ordeal late the next day because dad took his phone and placed him on house arrest until he leaves for Asaba which was suppose to be in four days time.
That night, at about 1 AM, there was a shout in a compound five buildings away from ours with dogs barking, then gunshots followed. I and my brother were peeping through the window oberving what was happening, it was dark, there was no power, we couldn't make out anything just darkness.
"What are you people doing there? Go inside!" Dad's low yell startled us.
We slowly went and stood at the door watching as our dad put off his torch light and peeped through the window in boxers.
Mum appeared from behind with her wrapper tied around her chest, we moved away for her to pass. She looked at us, I couldnt make out the expression on her face because it was too dark to see. She then turned to dad and slowly moved towards him.
"Woman, where are you going to? Go inside!" Dad lowered his voice as he yelled at her.
There were sounds foot steps of group of persons running pass our street. Dad quickly closed the curtain and peeped through a small gap inbetween.
"Smarto! We don show!!! Everybody go collect!" A voice shouted, then a loud gun shot was fired and a red fire smarkle distrupted the darkness, causing dogs to bark even more. This was happening in front of my gate.
"Don't worry, nobody knows I am a member yet" My brother said in a shaky tone, he sounded unsure of himself, but I knew he only wanted to calm me down, for we both know he was already marked.
Then something happened, a bang on our gate, I heard sound of foot steps landing inside our compound. Dad was already on a call with the police and mum was walking about frightfully unsettled. I feared the end was near for either of us.

Chapter 3

I was hauled onto the back of a white helux along with half naked girls and degenerate men. We all sat like some condemned criminals with two police men sitting opposite each other and AK 47 in hands, they were the only ones not sitting on the floor.

I was hiding my face even though it was night. I had wondered where Victor was, he wasn't among the arrested. Could he had escaped? My heart continued to pound and my stomach rumbling, my parents are going to look for me, how would they feel when they find out where I was arrested. I was scared and worried sick.

We got to the station and made to write statement. I wondered why they did not notice I was a minor, although I looked 19 rather than 17 that I was.

It got to my turn to put down my statement, I was going to write my own side of the story which was simple; I came to get a bottle of beer not knowing it was a pleasure house, but before I could pen down a word, the officer opposite me said:

"Write...'I was caught with a prostitute' "

I turned to him surprised, what the Bleep was he saying? He repeated himself and added:

"If you don't write it you won't be allowed to call your people, you will remain here for one week"

"But I only went to get a drink" I said trying to exonerate myself from his assumption.

He gloat "After drinking what happens? " The two officers standing on his both sides idling watching us laughed out.

"You want make your people get high BP? Better do watin he talk because na toto you go find for there, we all know" The officer by his left spat.

I thought of what they said and became worried that my parents will get so worried, I was considering complying, it will only bring me shame but will save my family the trauma of worrying about me.

I heaved heavily and wanted to write it, a gentle mature voice by my right said:

"Boy, don't listen to them, write what happened, if they deny you a call report them to your lawyer, if you don't have, I will share mine"

I took a better look at the dark average height man I once considered a worn out old fool suddenly turned to a literal enlightened being. He was poise and smart looking, although his long sleeve top had rumpled, yet one could see that it was a good quality material, he had no reading glasses on, but the lines by the side of his face were so evident. What the Bleep was he doing there? I was still wondering when I was called aback by the officer in front of me referring to the man.

"Something dey worry you abi? Oga you better face front before I throw you for cell D".Then he turned to face me "if you like listen to him, I will not repeat myself"

I was confused and so hesitated.

"Write something commot for here! " The officer in front of me yelled and slammed his hand on the table. I jumped in shock and immediately penned down all has been put in my mouth.

After the preliminary documentation, we were asked to call members of our families notify them of where we are. I had no phone and my elder brother too had none, to bring myself to call my parents seemed like a battle field of decision making.

I was yet to makeup my mind when we were asked go into the cell. Most of the people protested arguing that they hadn't stolen or committed any grievous crime to sleep in the cell, yet they forced everyone into the cell.

After taking off my clothes save my boxer, I and three other guys entered the second cell and we stood with our backs on the bar gate as a police officer who ushered us in closed it. They were lots of moist clustered bodies excited to have us in. They pulled us into their midst and were forced to sit on the floor.

"Watin bring una here? "A very light skinny guy in his early twenties asked in a commanding tone.

I and the three other guys could not bring ourselves to say what happened. It was too demeaning.

"I dey speak French?" The skinny guy asked the faces around him and they all echoed.

"You dey speak French for their ear"

Then he pointed at me and asked in a curious tone, "You!" I startlingly looked up. "Watin una do?"

I was going to start explaining myself when a familiar voice called from behind him "Watin dey happen there?"

The skinny guy turned and answered "Na all these new fish dey say I dey speak French oh"

"Bring them come here!" The voice commanded .

I looked at the direction the voice was coming from and couldn't make out who he was. But as soon as they all gave way for us to pass... your guess is good as mine, it was Sabinus sitting on sweaty guy's back. My heart ran into my stomach I almost vomited.

"Presido dey call una, una deaf!" The skinny guy barked,

I hid my face as we all stood up and walked towards the skinny dark guy with thick scar across his forehead, eyes bulging from its socket, his unkempt hair he considered his style sold out his true personality. The brown boxers on his waist was turning black from dirt and his big lower lips had turned black from too much weed smoking.

I tried to stay behind so I wouldn't be spotted earlier just to save myself a little time, but I kept feeling hands pushing me to the front as though they knew Sabinus would be interested in seeing me.

I was now standing face to face with my nightmare. I could see the surprised look on his face when he saw me. That moment the fear that was drumming in my heart had taken to enjoying itself that it knocked me into being woozy and eventually I passed out, only for me to wake at the counter with some police men around me, and a woman in native top and wrapper in her early fifties fanning me.

I was taken to an empty room after I gained consciousness and was asked to lie on a bench. Later, an officer came in requesting for the phone numbers of anyone I know, that was when I wholeheartedly called out my mother's number, it was better to face my parents than to face Sabinus in a den he was the king.

Few minutes later I head my mother's voice calling out my name and yelling on top of her voice "what did he do, what has my son done?!"

I was so relieved and happy, I was praying hard that they bailed me, I never wanted to enter that cell ever again.

Few minutes later, I was called out and stood behind the counter looking at my parents like a sorry puppy. Mum's eyes were blazing with anger, dad refused to make eye contact, he was so calm as he spoke with an officer.

Moments later I was in the back sit of his Toyota Corolla heading home. Mum was yelling on top of her voice all through our way home, dad remained silent with his attention on the road. I wasn't bothered about mum, she will shout and that's where it ends, but dad, especially when he's silent. Fear that man.

We got home and he allowed me go shower, eat and go to bed. At about 4 am when sleep was beginning to sweet me, I felt a gentle tap on my arm, I opened my eyes and saw the massive man that gave birth to me staring down at me with mob stick in his hand. There was no way I could withstand him in any way. I knew my drilling is near, I quickly tried to explain what happened but he didn't give me the chance, he broke the stick on my body and continued with slaps. Mum was the one who rescued me from his intention to slap me to death, it felt like he meant to keep slapping all day long.


Later that afternoon, on my way to Uzo's house even know I was grounded never to go anywhere aside school, church or to run errands, I thought I will be able to return before mum or dad comes back from work. I saw Sabinus buying roasted yam by the road side. He saw me first and called me over. I wanted to ignore him but somehow I was standing beside him feeling my feet unbalanced on the ground. How did he get out that soon?

"You go eat yam?" He asked without looking at me.

"No" I replied.

"Okay, pay for my yam" He said and then asked the lady selling to add the biggest head of fish.

I still had the one thousand naira I stole from mum's purse, without hesitation I asked the seller how much.

"Seven-fifty" She said as she turned the fish on the grill.

I dipped my hand in my pocket and handed her the one thousand naira note. She was about giving me my balance, Sabinus quickly took it from her and walked away without even taken a glance at me. It didn't end there, I became his ATM machine and that made me to steal from my parents. I started avoiding the paths he usually follows and any other spot he usually hangs around, he kind of discovered my gimmicks and so started waiting for me in front of my school gate, and this made me started skipping school. I will hide somewhere in the house and after everyone had gone was I will come out and patrolled idly in the flat.

This continued for awhile and I was growing thin. I had to confined in my elder brother who follows dad to the shop after his WAEC while he waited for admission into the university.

His face was expressionless after I was done narrating my ordeal. He finally heaved and became thoughtful, I waited impatiently for him to say something. He heaved again, looked me in the eyes and said.

"I go need to talk to Smarto".

Smarto was what we used to call area boy then. He was a member of a deadly gang and my elder brother was fund of buying him drinks whenever they meet in the bar. I guess that was how my brother paid for his pass.

I considered it, it wasn't a great idea, Smarto is known to wreck havoc whenever he is out for someone. Rumour has it that he has killed more than twenty members of other rivalry gang. Yet he walked freely, although in company of at least five fierce looking guys.

"No. Smarto go want commitment oh"

"You go like tell daddy?"

The idea of running to dad again didn't sound manly.

"Abeg, make we leave Smarto out of this" I pleaded.

That same week Friday night, my brother took excuse that he was going for a vigil in another church. He was a great keyboardist and so may churches sought his services and the pay wasn't bad too.

He returned early the next day and went straight to bed. Because we slept on the same bed I noticed blood stain on the back of his T shirt. I asked what happened, he only said "nothing " and covered himself with the bedsheets.

I observed how he walked throughout that day and knew everything wasn't okay with him, but he kept saying he was fine.

Three days after, Sabinus took the Rolex watch my aunt who returned from the US got me after I couldn't give him the five hundred naira he requested to buy smoke. I had told my elder brother about it the night it happened. To my surprise my brother returned with the watch and handed it to me the evening of the next day. He refused to say anything about it and Sabinus never bothered me again after that day.

Until I started hearing that of him being spotted with some members of Smarto's gang that my suspicion started adding up. Well, that was the beginning of his wahala.

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Let the story begins

Chapter 2

I was safe, at least I try to make myself believe with the incarceration of Sabinus. Although I still wondered if he actually sent an assassin after me. My life after Sabinus' saga was a shadow of itself, if his agenda was to Bleep me up psychologically, he was succeeding.

I went for evening service one Thursday evening, as was our family tradition to be in church three times every week; Sunday normal service , midweek service on Wednesday's and Thursday prayer meetings. My mum was an ardent usher in church and so made sure we graced the front seat with our dad at each service day.

On this day, while the service was going on, I excused myself to visit the restroom, but my mission was to meet up with my cousin who is known to loiter outside with some "good for nothing touts!" My dad often described them.

There he was standing with four of his aforementioned company laughing and discussing while sermon was on going.

"Hey Jew man" He called me the name they often called one in no gang. "abeg go back inside oh, I no fit for your mama shouts" he said sitting on the church short fence.

I ignored is mockery and shook hands with him and his friends.

"I hear watin your popsi do Sabinus " Jude, one of the guys with my cousin said.

"Oh boy! That guy na devil. I don tell this animal make he join us so he go man up he still dey jonz! " my cousin uttered.

While I was yet to speak, a beautiful dark skin girl, covering her hair with a scalf and putting on a fitted knee level flower gown that elaborated her curves walked up to my cousin, she was so fine I found myself struggling with confidence. She greeted us and said to my cousin in an angelic voice, "Dan, you remember say na today you promise to give me the money wey you sign for our welfare fund raise?"

"Ruth, I no get money oh. The runs wey I be do no pay, but next week I go do something " Dan replied apologetically.

She frowned and said "But na so you dey talk".

Then she turned to me with a beautiful smile exposing her gap teeth. "Bros. Sign for me naa"

Everyone exploded in a mockery laughter leaving me completely unsettled, but she seemed not to care about their nuisance rather she handed me a pen and a green card that had different names and signatures tied to different categories of funds.

I took the card, wrote my name and signed for one thousand naira, then handed it back to her. She smiled wholeheartedly and her eyes almost popped out of the socket when she saw the amount I filled in, no one in the category exceeded two hundred naira. Why I did i do it, i had not a single clue, where was I going to get one thousand naira? I had no idea, but if felt good.

She hugged me and walked away.

"Office!" Dan said after she walked out of hearing range.

I turned my attention from her two round buttocks that bounced uncontrollably underneath her gown to my cousin. "How?" I asked, completely lost.

"You don turn office my guy, she no dey give church that money, she don use your head. I don tell her say make she come my house come collect the money..."

Ibrahim interrupted with a smile "bad guy"

Dan grinned and continued "That girl ripe no be small, I wonder who dey chop that kpomo"

"Na one Bros for Aza street, the Bros Sabi catch them young" Jude, a slim tall dark guy from the crew said.

I spotted my mum staring at me with an angry face from the church window, I quickly excused myself and went back into the church ignoring their laughter.



I am that shy guy that run away from girls. I was in SS2 at the time. In my class we were about 12 girls and 7 boys, most of my classmates had already lost their virginity in JSS3, yet in SS2 preparing for WAEC I couldn't look a woman in the face. Although I never made this known due to the scorn attached to being called a virgin, I used to brag of my escapades with women and how I positioned them in different styles, experience gotten from pornography. To crown the matter worse, even Obinna, the smallest guy in my class had had his fill with a pretty SS3 girl even in the school rest room; that, everyone knew except the school authorities.

I had a friend then Victor, he was so pornography obsessed. He brought nude magazines to school and when he eventually got a phone, you would see all the boys gathered around his desk, most had a protruding rod underneath their blue trousers. What were we watching? Porn.

One time our maths teacher snuck up from behind us, due to how immense we were in the movie, we never knew how long he stood behind us and cleared his throat thrice, yes I heard it but thought it was one of us, until he slapped one of my classmates on the back and snatched the phone from Victor that we knew we were in deep shit. After kneeling in the staff room all through the period after recess, we collected enough strokes on the assembly ground by our principal in front of the whole school, what an humiliating experience.

Two days after my encounter with Ruth in church, I was going to run an errand for my dad, he gave me three thousand naira to go get groceries from a super market across the road from my street. I was picking some of the items when a female voice called my name.

"Ikenna".

I turned and behold it was Ruth and her friend, a beautiful voluptuous light skin girl. Both of them were looking outrightly seductive, especially her friend whose chubby well curved body protruded from her short body con gown.

"Hi" I greeted trying very hard not to blush.

She smiled and held my arm and leaned on my chest like a girl holding someone she's in love with. I felt my whole nerves standing, my penis is an idiot, it just started misbehaving immediately.

"Buy something for us naa" she said in an irresistible voice looking into my face with so much charm.

I couldn't help it, I couldn't bring myself to say no, I couldn't let her know I wasn't a big boy, so I smiled foolishly and asked her to pick anything within the neighborhood of one thousand naira. Why didn't I say five hundred naira at least, but I stupidly said one thousand naira.

Trust the babe naa, she hurriedly picked one expensive cookie and fruit juice, then she turned to me and said "It looks like these things are one thousand five hundred naira, should I drop one?".

She gave me that look i couldn't resist, and her friend... oh my god, what a set up, how does she even do it? I ended up saying."It's okay, take it I'll pay" at least I still got some left over cash, that I was stupidly thanking god for

I took one thousand five hunded from the money my dad gave me and handed it to her. I was beginning to sweat profusely while smiling like a big fool. She hugged me and went to the counter to pay.

I was still thinking of how I was going to die when I get home, this wicked girl came to me again and asked "what about the money you signed?"

This time I wanted to say I will give her when we see in church, but my stupid pride forced me to deep my had in my pocket and handed her one thousand naira. She hugged me happily and gave me a peck on my right cheek, then looked into my eyes in a seductive way, I had to look away in shyness. Her friend robbed my arm and winked at me. I was feeling my penis kicking again, two gorgeous beings flirting with me simultaneously, it was too much for me to handle. I ended up dashing her friend the last five hundred naira with me, she hugged me tight, I felt her two plump boobs pressing hard against my chest. I knew she felt my erection so I excused myself and told them I wanted to continue with my shopping using the basket to cover the protrusion in my pant.

"Don't worry let's wait for you" Ruth said excitedly. She doesn't know I had no money left on me, if I allowed her stay she was going to spoil everything, I immediately protested.

"Please don't worry, I often feel somehow when people see the things I buy. Maybe next time"

Ruth wanted to hesitate, but her friend quickly held her hand "make we dey go abeg" then she turned to me and said "Thank you Ikenna "

I nodded while dashing the fakest smile that was too obvious. Ruth waved me goodbye and they left with their wahala.

After they had gone, it was dawn on me "I am dead!" The only lie I could think of was that I lost the money.

I got home and started a whole episode of super story of how I got to the shop and couldn't find the money, how I searched everywhere but couldn't find it, I was looking so apologetic and pathetic. As usual, punitive measures was carried out on me. No dinner for one week to cover the money I lost.


I was in school the next day feeling used by those witches. Yet I liked how they flirted with me and needed to see them again.

"Guy, how far?" Victor greeted me from behind and sat on my desk. "E get where I want make we go after school. Oh boy you go see yansh! Different types of yansh full everywhere. Just five hundred naira you don knack"

This caught my attention big time. "Where be this place?" I asked enthusiastically.

"No worry, after school ". He said and patted my shoulder as our biology teacher Miss Grace walked in.

Miss Grace was a stout, chocolate skin lady in her mid thirties. She has a very big back side.I often imagined her sitting on my face, or doing nasty things to that ass of hers. I often get lost in fantasy of her, especially when she was putting on those gowns that reveals the strings of her thong. I wasn't the only one, Mr Kunle, our maths teacher also had interest in her.

Whenever she was writing on the black board I often stroke my penis underneath my desk thinking of 1000 ways to please that ass. No wonder I never did well in biology.

After school, I hurriedly went home, stole one thousand naira from my mother's purse and meet up with Victor. We took fifty naira bus to the place. We arrived there at about 7pm, and behold all he said was true, yansh everywhere

I was nervous,

New series

Title: Octopus


Chapter 1


Hey guys, I know this story I am about to begin will make you judge me, well, I don't care. I know I did what must be done. Yes, I must have bleeped up here and there but I won't blame me, I have seen a lot to trust only my guts and wit.

Growing up wasn't easy especially if your parents couldn't afford one of those places you won't have to be smart and strong just to survive the hungry vultures waiting for someone to lose guard. Once the police gets broke, they zoom into my hood and pick up young boys, to them, everyone is a criminal as long as you are born there.

I wasn't brought up to follow the trend, I guess that's why the few like me were different. They assume we are the ajebos and so picked on us every passing day. I remember one of those days that went wrong. I was so vexed that day over a provocation by my elder brother. I stayed on own minding my business in front of a shop across my family house and one of the boys in my street I never liked walked up to me, I would have avoided him if I had caught sight of him in time, but since I didn't, I had no choice than to gather momentum to take in all his shit.

"Lizard! " He teased and laughed gesturing with my head. I moved my head away grudgingly.

"Your papa don pregnant another ashawo? " he asked jokingly, exposing his brown disorganized small teeth, the look in his eyes glorified the satisfaction of having his fill tormenting me.

"Sabinus " I called, trying not to look up. Sabinus was his birth name, he was way older than I was but that doesn't deter his childish demeanor, "abeg, I am not in the mood for your jokes now" I said trying with every will power in me to sound nice while controling the rising temper that was eager to erupt.

"Goat!" He fumed, "Your papa wey no Bleep your mama well na him you suppose dey frown that your face wey be like rotten baby shit for, Ka! Get out there! Who be this ant wey wan dey speak English for me? Your mama toto just dey smell for your mouth! Ka! Close that stinking pussy..." He said stiffly pointing a finger in my face.

I looked at this guy for who he really was, a skeleton I could easily break in less than a minute. But I was forgetting something, I forgot his record as that mad man you don't mess with, his parents were aware of his madness, even the police.

He continued rating and throwing insults at my parents in the most disgusting language, and when I couldn't take his nonsense anymore, I stormed.

"watin dey worry you Sabinus! You no go do something meaningful with your life other than prying into other people's businesses? Sabinus abeg dey go!" I pointed him out of my face staring angrily into his eyes, telling him I was ready to hit him very hard if he says another word. I could see how he melted and was looking calmly at me. I was ready to take on him brutally and face what comes after.

"Wait oh" na me you dey shout for?" His voice was more of one surprised he offended his boss jokingly.

I kept quiet and was waiting for him to say another stupid thing so I could bounce on him. But to my surprise he just walked away quietly ignoring the few attention that has been drawn knowing he was one with reputation to uphold. I couldn't believe it, Sabi who stopped NEPA from cutting the light of a street light that wasn't his even with the police they came with. Mehn! My head was so big it crawled on the ground, I was feeling a vivid S on my chest.

I told my elder brother about it and he was surprised. I knew the mention of "Sabi" bothers him a lot. Sabinus is a one man riot, he refused to belong to a gang as that guaranteed immunity or else one will be listed in the category of those boiboi's forced to stealing oga's money so they don't get harassed or beaten up while going to run errands, or those who needs to drop something or buy beer else, they would have to bail their treasure (shoe, watch, phone etc). Those in my category always try to talk our way to their mercy and this made us close, which shouldn't be.

Two weeks after, I went to play a street match with another street away from mine. Within the early hours of the second half there where gunshots, an onlooker was shot three times in the chest. The assassin, a chubby boy of about 17, same age as me jumped on a bike and zoomed off with the pilot. In the frenzy I was about getting my things together before joining in, then I caught sight of Sabinus standing with a huge dagger in hand in front of the dying boy lying in pool of his blood, still jerking for life. He crossed over the boy and started running towards me, and all I could see written all over his face was; KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! That scared my shadows out of me, all that macho I exhibited the other day ran behind my back with its tail under. Before I could even gather my wit my heels were already ahead of me.

I took a look behind after given it my best race; there he was, more vicious than before, just that this time his feet where touching the back of his head, meaning I needed to activate my power engine, and so I flew like a wizard yelling on top of my voice like one chased after by a ferocious tiger, well, I am not far from the truth.

"Watin happen?" my frightened friend Uzo who lived close to where the match was played asked as I ran into their four flat compound. He was standing with someone I didn't bother to take notice of when I ran pass and straight into Uzo's flat and hid myself in his room. He ran after me and asked again. "Watin dey happen? "

I couldn't bring myself to say another word other than "Sabi...Knife! Knife! Sabi, Knife!" While peeping through the window hoping not to see him outside. Funny enough, I never saw Sabinus for two months after that. I lived in constant fear and had multiple nightmares. I always felt I would be attacked , probably killed each time I stepped out of my house, yet I refused to tell my parents because it felt less manly to run to mummy and daddy for protection over an issue with a fellow man.

One day my mum called and begged me to open up to her what was happening. I told her I was fine. The only person I confineded in was my elder brother, he was my only confidant, but he had to empty everything to our parents when Sabius sent him a message to me that he had assigned someone else to kill me in the next three months. Even though there has never been any murder case associated with him, yet my dad reported it to the police, as usual Sabinus ROCKED SLAM, it wasn't new to him, him na OG for cell, uncountable times Presido.