The Runner

Amad groaned in pain as he regained his consciousness and slowly found his way back in tuned with reality. He was tied to a chair beneath the shower in Mia's bathroom. Of course, he tried to fidget and toss about in a bid to free himself, but the fetters that bound him were too strong.

A while ago, jut when he was about to treat himself to saliva- dripping and deep- throating blow job, the Gunny covered in a black mask and hoodie knocked him unconscious. She hit hard at the back of his head with the magazine of the gun.

Mia also made cast in the tiny bathroom. She sat on the toilet pan adjacent to Amad. She was clad in nothing but a white towel. Cleary, she was confusion and afraid. Her trembling hands and tearful eyes gave testament to that.

"Who... are you?" Amad stitched out a question in a stammer.

The Gunny pushed the hoodie off her head and took off the mask. A smile dazzled across her face. She was nothing short of beautiful.

"I'm your nightmare," She coldly responded. "But you... You can call me the Runner."

Amad chuckled and probed further, "What do you want? why did you tie me up?"

"Well, let's just say, you stucked your dick in a wrong whore. Your job was to bring her home not to fuck her. But you did. As if that was not enough, you became greedy and came for another round of pleasure. All this you did at the expense of your loyalty to the hand that feeds you," She made a stern reply.

Amad nodded looking at her, "Corinth sent you."

Speaking of the devil, Corinth, in his usual pristine formal look, walked in. He wore a stern face, gnashing his teeth. Two muscular men walked behind him. The trio wore serious faces as they made their entrance.

Amad kept his gaze at the Runner, who beamed with a seamless smile. Nothing about her countenance suggested that she was the dirty mastermind of Corinth's dark web of activities. Yet, she was the his kingpin.

As Mia, she looked away in shame as Corinth walked into the bathroom. Tension, silence and fear were quick to register on her face. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"I see you have already met Crystal. She prefers calling her the Runner," Corinth smiled after a mild chuckle. "And, I hope you know the outcome of this."

A moment of silence swept in. No response came from Amad nor Mia.

Corinth continued with his discourse, "You're fired with effect immediately, Amad. And these boys will make sure you learn a lesson of your life. Get him out of here."

The two men who came with Corinth quickly untied him and violently pulled him to his feet. Crystal pointed her gun at Amad as a control. The Runner was ready to shoot him dead should he resist.

When Amad was ushered outside the apartment naked, the duo threw him the car's trunk and locked him in.

Back in the house, Corinth turned his wrath- coated attention to Mia.

"Up," he remarked, "Get up!"

Mia sprung to her feet. Shivers were sent down her spine. She trembled. Her lips quivered. Sweat oozed out of her skin's pores.

"H.... e wanted to rape me," She stammered.

Corinth gave in to another chuckle. "Rape?" he wondered. "Did he rape you yesterday? Or you fucked him out if your own selfish desires? You Couldn't just keep your legs together."

"Selfish?" Mia probed back. "Who's selfish here? I came to your place... only to find you fucking some whore. Did I complain that you fucked her? No! Quiet alright I fucked Amad yesterday, but that was yesterday. Today, he wanted to rape me. You come in here and call me selfish?"

Corinth swung his hand across and landed a hot slap on Mia's left cheek. She staggered back to the toilet pan where she had sat. She looked back at Corinth with defiance. Her eyes burnt with tears.

"I'm the billionaire in here!" He ranted. "I do as I please. I fuck whoever I please. And you, can't question me. I Don't and I will never be answerable to you!"

Mia looked on in silence. She couldn't mount further defence.

"Get your ass up and leave my fucking apartment," Corinth ordered. "You came with nothing. Everything in here is mine. Everything at all. So, you leave with nothing."

Mia was dumbfounded! How can Corinth be so heartless? How did he not see his wrongs in all this? She was confused.

"You'll leave the clothes, shoes, phones and Everything my money has bought. You can have that towel around your ass. That's just about all I can afford to give a whore like you."

Crystal, being the good sidekick that she was, cocked her gun and aimed at Mia who was still glued to the toilet pan, "You heard the Boss, Bitch."

Mia summoned every ounce of strength and stemmed up on trembling feet. Tears continued to flow from her eyes as took the walk of shame out of the apartment.

True to Corinth's marching orders, she was strolled away barefoot, without a pant and bra. A white towel was all she had around her body.

As the night slowly ticked away by each passing second, Mia slowly but surely braved the cold of the night. She walked home in shame.

Lights from a fast approaching car illuminated the way. When the car was by Mia's side, the driver's window was rolled down. It was Crystal the Runner.

She dangled a red dress, a pair of high- heeled shoes and a handbag, "He told me to burn everything. But I thought you can have these. Your phones and debit cards are in the bag."

Mia kept her gaze in front. She couldn't turn to look at Crystal.

Struck by disbelief, Crystal hooted in a bid to lure Mia's attention. This time she got it.

"I don't think you heard the man, Bitch," Mia responded coldly. "Naked I came, naked I am walking away. You can keep that shit."

Crystal brought the car to a sudden halt as she watched Mia walked on barefoot and with only a towel covering her body.