His eyes said it all, the madness of a dog in heat.
He watched as his partner pulled off the blind fold from her face, and stared as she winched from the sudden brightness of the light.
Fasting had made it clear that he didn't want her dead, but hadn't mentioned anything else, all this thug wanted was a good time, no one had to know, she wouldn't scream, his hands were big enough to cover her lips, and his body was hard enough to keep her from struggling, aroused and excited he reached down to his zipper with his eyes still fixed on her and felt his hardness, he was so hard he couldn't wait to have her, but he needed to be alone with her, just the two of them.
" Who are you, and what do you want from me ? " Alice questioned trying to conceal her fears, she turned left and right in a panic, but only saw the two men, they wore masks over their faces, exposing only their eyes. Then one of them squatted in front of her while the other one stood a few feet away from them.
" What do you want from me ? I haven't done anything, why are you keeping me here ? "
" Shhhhhhhhh " he hushed her, " we .." he said as he pointed at himself and then at his partner " do the talking, your job is to keep your mouth shut, the boss will be here very soon, he'll decide what happens to you, whether you live or whether you die, he replied with a smirk, " you're pretty, miss Alice "
" How do you know my name ? "
" I've seen your movies, big time actress, aren't you ? he questioned, " or sorry, was that before or after you hit that poor man, under the influence right ? he taunted her, but she looked away,
" You might want to look at me when I'm talking to you, " he said, " you never know what I would do when you're not looking, " he continued and dropped a hand on Alice's laps, that made her shiver. " you see, our line of work gives us as much power as we want, but it doesn't really keep us satisfied down there, if you know what I mean ? " he questioned with a crafty smirk and ran his hand up her leg, but she pulled herself away, and glared at him, then like a rabid dog he glared back and pushed his hand against her neck.
He wouldn't dare hurt her, she flinched and pushed her head back against the wall, but he slowly pulled his hand away, and without saying anything stood up, wiped his hands and strolled into the room on the opposite side, few feet away from where they stood, what appeared to be the kitchen in the almost delapidated building, her eyes fixed on him at full alert as she trailed his strides, they didn't appear like the average bad boys, who used their buttocks for brains, these ones seemed to have their wits about them, at least so did the one who had just threatened to strangle her, as he walked past the door into the kitchen, he stopped and turned and automatically met her gaze, her focus so fixed that he reluctantly closed the door to break her stare, and then continued inside where she could no longer keep an eye on him, as soon as he was out of sight she looked around her, as if trying to figure out a way to escape, but then she noticed the other thug few metres away, he leaned against the wall, and very quietly stared at her, his build was bigger than the other one, and from the way his eyes brightened just by looking at her partly open skin, she could tell his taste for intimate attention was just as big, even though she hadn't seen his facial expression or read his thoughts, a quick glance at the hand on his swollen zipper made her fears all the more justifiable, these were hooligans, they wouldn't spare a second thought to molest her, at least this one wouldn't, he had already gotten an arousal just by staring at her, she wouldn't have a way of defending herself if they should try to rape her, her hands and legs were tied, she was at their mercy, and the thought of it sent chills down her spine.
The loud creak that followed as the door opened cracked a rib in Alice's brewing panic, she immediately looked at her masked abductor as he emerged from the cob webbed, debris filled kitchen.
His demeanor hadn't changed. Although he wore a mask still, she could tell his intentions for bringing her there hadn't faltered.
He had a glass of water in his hand, as he moved, it spilled over onto the top of his hand and then on the floor, but he couldn't care less, the spill only stopped when he stopped moving.
He stood from her, seperated by mere inches, Alice stared at the content of the glass, in a fairly acceptable sense of the word it looked like water, but then again it could've been anything, with that in mind she hesitataedshe watched him squat in front of her and extended the hand with the glass without saying a word to her, in a typical situation she understood the message, but having considered the conversation they had earlier she knew it would be foolish to oblige him, and instead of accepting the glass, she looked away like she hadn't realized it was there to begin with.
" Take it " his voice was damp and had no patience, but Alice remained adamant, " I said... take it " he uttered a second time, but she wouldn't budge, then he grabbed her face and forced her to look at him, " don't test me missy, " he warned with the ever hoarse voice, but she replied as he tried to compel her,
" How can I take it when my hands are tied ? " she questioned mockingly, trying to hide away her fears, what he did next was unexpected, harsh and heartless, he let go of her cheeks only to press his fingers against her nose, she couldn't do anything to defend herself, and she struggled to breath, but he was as stubborn as she was, and more, and the moment she opened her mouth to breath in air, he poured the content of the glass down her throat, and pressed her lips together so she wouldn't spit it out, that way she'd have no other choice but to swallow it, unfortunately Alice had other plans, she coughed it all out the moment he loosened his grip, he adjusted backwards and instantly raised his hand to her, but stopped again having remembered the order not to hurt her, infuriated and desperately in need of something to vent his anger on, he threw the empty glass at the wall, it shattered to pieces upon the impact and sent shards flying in every direction. Alice turned her face away as the pieces of broken glass jetted across the room. The feel of his hands as they pressed against her own made her shudder slightly, his devlishly red eyes shone with obvious rage that begged to be unleashed, she hadn't witnessed such raw hatred in a human being before, if she hadn't known better she'd have suggested his hatred for her was personal, but she did know better, this was a complete stranger, a kidnapper, possibly a murderer, there couldn't have been anything linking the two of them, it was practically impossible.
The heavy breathes as they penetrated the mask which he wore landed on her face, it made her skin crawl, she tried to wriggle out of his grip but he pressed even harder, with every passing second of his malignant manhandling her fears grew and she doubted his willingness to carry out the order.
" You can't do anything to me, you can't hurt me remember, " she uttered in a less than confident tone.
" Hurt you ? of course I won't, I have something else planned for you, and on the contrary you might even come to enjoy it very much, what do you say big man ? ready for a threesome ? " he jetted the question at his partner, who had been more than ready since the very evening he had laid eyes on her.
" Bros i too ready oo, " he echoed from the other end of the room.
" Then what are we waiting for ? " he questioned as a deceptive smile appeared on his face again, immediately, he picked her from the ground, despite her kicking and screams he held her together, she wriggled hanging over his shoulders, pleading they let her go, but these two were hellbent, they needed an excuse to touch her and she had given them plenty, in no time at all, they had taken her through the passage way and headed for another room, he kicked the door open, breaking some of the weak wood on it, then without any notice or warning suddenly dropped her on the ground, with so much force that she temporarily lost the strength to scream, her hair fell over her face, her head ached and she gasped from the pain at her elbows, back and practically her entire body, she could feel the bed under her, the rough mattress scratched at her skin, there were cobwebs everywhere, as she managed to roll on her side, the rope tore at the skin on her hands and feet and a groan escaped her lips, her heart pounded heavily, and she could see them as they unbuttoned their shirts, very carefully, one at a time, they had so much confidence she wouldn't be able to stop them, he didn't take his eyes off her as he took off his shirt, then jetted it carelessly across the room, and moved even closer to her, with his partner few steps behind him.
" I'll go first, you come in after, " he ordered to their surprise.
" Ah ah bros, make we do this thing together na, which one be go come, oga fasting go soon reach here, " he protested, blending in getto slangs like the hooligan he was.
" You'll get your turn, go out, and keep your eyes open for anything suspicious, just in case her screams attract any attention, and she will scream, " he said as he locked eyes with her, " very ...much...so " .
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. The speed of the mercedes was intimidating to as many cars that they drove past that evening, having been carefully altered its nearly silent engine and firm tires trailed the road, like a stealthy assasine it tore through the darkness of the cold deserted night, until the tires finally rolled to a stop at the tail of a grand tree, its flamboyant branches held enough thick leaves that hid the black beast in plain sight, and served as an opportunity for the three agents to creep their way through the bushes, as they headed for the old delapidated building.
" This is the place, she's in there, we'll split up, you two go in through the front, i'll take the back, " Sunday ordered under whispers as they both listened carefully.
" And what if Fasting show's up ? " Reuben questioned.
" He will never show up in person, he has too many aliases, plus this is by far the least likely place he'd visit, not even if it'd help him find you. " she responded with an amazing amount of confidence, that made her response sound a little bit more than presumptions.
" How can you be so sure ? " Reuben questioned
" Because i've been in this way longer than you have sweetheart " she replied with a wink, her glowing brown eyes sparkled even more under the bright light of the evening's full moon, for that short while he just couldn't tear his eyes away from her, neither did he understand why " look at me like that for too long, and you might end up falling for me " she teased then walked away, right before Alice's cries for help penetrated the cold feeble walls.
Alice shuddered at the sight of the man who was hellbent on assaulting her, he stood merely inches away from the bed where she stayed defenseless, her cries for help to her invicible rescuers seemed as though they were soft tunes to him as he grinned all so widely at the sight of her vulnerablity, he inched even closer and suddenly stopped, her eyes trailed his hands as they reached for his back pocket, he dug in deeper and then drew his hand out, with what followed being an eight inch long dagger, slowly he pulled it out of the sheet, and dropped the sheet on the floor, as he continued to the bed. " What's wrong Alice, you seemed so confident before, what happened all of a sudden ? " he questioned and dropped beside her on the bed, " where is that fire i saw in your eyes earlier " he questioned aga
Alice laid still, her sleeping look gave off such innocence and frailty that for a minute she didn't seem like the same person whose life had suddenly taken a drastic turn for the worse, from one bad luck to another, as though a couple of gray haired, long nailed, toothless witches had cast an evil eye on her, long strands of hair fell across her face just in the right way, it brushed against her cheeks and the rest crept back along her ears until they fell down on the bed sheets, apart from her face and neck her entire body was enveloped, submerged under a warm definition of comfort masked in the form of a pink blanket, that looked rather too patronised by floral patterns. The soft breeze touched at her face, it's invisible touch toyed with her hair as it pulled it even further awa
. The sudden blast ripped her eyes away from his as they both stared in the direction where it came from, at a distance a slender figure emerged from the array of trees, she sashayed, swaying her hips so confidently as if she owned the place, Alice couldn't make out exactly who she was, but looking again at Sunday he didn't seem bothered, the closer the mysterious lady got, the more Alice could make out her features, she had a slim but strong pose, a blue jean tightened against her hips, and a white polo top hugged her posterior, she wore dark shades that made it impossible to see her eyes, and for some reason she could already picture what her back side looked like, this was inappropriate, there were other important things, like how she had almost been raped, what happened to her abductors, if they had a lead on Fasting, or what could be done to give her her life back, she hadn't imagined that instead of all those details she would be more concerned about a complete strang
Sunday led the way, opening the door into a slightly smaller room when compared to the others, Alice stared jaw dropped at what had possibly been the most sophisticated pieces of modern technology packed in one place that she had ever seen, the screens, five of them to be exact hung from the wall of the room, running with numbers and codes that she couldn't understand, it reminded her of something she saw from the matrix the way the numbers kept on rushing through. She recognized Susan, who stood merely inches away from the young man that kept on clicking and clacking away at the keyboard, that figure of her's was almost impossible to miss despite the fact that she stood with her back facing the door, she held a glass of champagne in her hand, and still had that revolver tucked in her back pocket, as intimidating as ever, Alice equally recognized Reuben, who had been in the dinning room earlier, he too had his attention fixed on whatever it was the tech guy was do
Alice couldn't bring herself to sleep even though she needed it, she was so worried about them it made her head throb, she wondered how dangerously foolish the plan was, as if walking into the lion's den wasn't enough, they had to call the devil to be a spectator. Fasting was dangerous on his own without having to lure the CSS, even if no one noticed them because of the mask, anything could happen, someone could easily just rip it off their faces and that would be it for them, that would be the end of it, and the more she thought about it, the more it made no sense, but again theses weren't just ordinary people, they were trained agents, prepared for anything, surely they would be able to handle it if anything went rouge, surely, she hoped, but even that didn't do much to douse the flames of her anxiety. Staring at the ceiling, that obviously looked as expensive as virtually almost everything in the house did, she wondered again if the operation was going as plan
Everything was going as planned, they had arrived at the place, the grand white baker hotel, the bugs were all fixed, and the fake data had already been sent to alert the CSS, all they had to do now was wait. Susan sat beside Sunday in the passenger seat of the car, she studied the surrounding with a telescope, taking in the most minute details, but so far nothing appeared suspicious, only pedestrians, hawkers, and flashy cars that kept on driving in and out through the hotel's gate. Neither Fasting nor his client had arrived yet, that would give them some time to go over the plan again, or so she thought. " Any sign of them ? " Sunday questioned " Nothing yet, " Susan responded. " You do remember the plate number David had given us right ? " Reuben
There wasn't any room for mistakes, Sunday and his team would only have one chance to grab Achademsi and his body guards, and only a few minutes to impersonate them before Fasting would realize they were imposters. As soon as the elevator doors sealed shut, Sunday, Susan and Reuben took to the stairs, and David helped them track Achademsi, they communicated with the mini earphones he had handed them earlier, and he told them the exact floor Achademsi was heading to, the second floor. They arrived just in time to catch Achademsi leave the elevator, he walked into the bar, and a young lady guided him and his guards to a seat. The bar was filled with people, Fasting had deliberately arranged this meeting with Achademsi in this particular place, at this particular time of the day, the more people around, the fewer the chances would be of him getting caught by the CSS, blending in the crowd would help make his escape a quick and easy one.
The hotel's interior was even more of a spectacle than the outside. An exquisite fountain stood at the very centre of the drive way, a drive way that counted only enticing cars, the kind that the normal people of Lagos referred to as machines. They had good reasons to, these so called machines were worth more than the net worth of most lagosian families combined, but Sunday and his team couldn't care less about the interior of the hotel or the worth of the cars, they had a bigger mission, and right now, that was going after Fasting's client. They blended well seeing as their car was equally a work of art, it didn't just look expensive, it was expensive, and that was a good start. &nbs
Alice couldn't help but feel disturbed at the fact that they were at someone else's house yet again, their presence in the house of their host obviously threatened the man life, as they were still being chased by Fasting and the CSS. Sunday had tried to make her understand in the shortest and fastest way he possibly could, he didn't want her to feel like she was the reason why this man's life would be threatened. He had said a few things, how the man had been his mmentor and a true friend when he had joined the CSS, Cornelius had always been someone Sunday looked up to, he had every reason to follow Cornelius's instruction, after all Cornelius was the reason why he had joined the CSS in the first place.
Cornelius was a well to do man, despite having retired from his previous position as an agent of the CSS years ago, he was still very fit and lived quite a fairly comfortable life with his wife and twin daughters. Cheryl and Constance, beautiful bright young girls, they weren't exactly the spitting image of their father, but what they lacked in appearance, they made up to him in complexion and wit. Cornelius loved his family, and he cared about them more than he did himself, there wasn't a successful CSS agent alive who was without enemies, and enemies always preyed on the weaknesses of their adversaries. But Cornelius was smart enough to send them to a secure place, before his enemies could get to them. He had hesitated initially to part with them, but after the attempt to kidnap
If memories served her right, Alice knew this wasn't the first time she was meeting this particular police officer, he had seen the fight between Sunday and the other agents, and tried to intervene. Which would have cost him his life had he not been a good fighter on his own. He managed to fight off some of the agents, taking his fair share of significant blows of course, but luckily he hadn't been shot, however he wasn't so lucky to dodge the gun that hammered against the back of his head suddenly, and made him lose conciousness. Alice knew she had to have seen him somewhere, the only question now was where exactly.
Thud ! thud! thud! thud ! Sunday could hear them coming, hard footsteps pounding against the floor as the men approached the room where he hid with Alice. Sunday wasn't sure exactly how many they were, but by the sound of their footsteps, he could say roughly ten to fifteen. Well armed, well trained. He had been hiding out with Alice in the house ever since he almost died of the wounds he got when Fasting shot him. It has been three days already, and ever since then they had stayed low. Sunday knew he wouldn't be able to hide for too long, sooner or later the agency would track him down, Thomas and Shola were traitors who worked with Fasting, with their help Fasting would get to him in no time.
The last thing Sunday remembered before he passed out was Alice trying to keep him conscious, he thought he would've died that night, he hoped he had died, at least then he would be free from the guilt of having disappointed his sister everytime. Yes, Fasting was still alive, and once again Sunday had failed. With the help of agent Thomas and Shola, Fasting had escaped, Reuben as well as Susan had been shot, and no one knew if they were still alive. Sunday had been able to take the bullet intended for Alice, and it had almost killed him. However he was far from dead.
Alice had felt like someone dropped the weight of the world on her shoulders the moment she saw the video of her mother, father and brother being gagged and beaten by Fasting's thugs. Fasting had threatened to kill them before, but they had been able to escape before he could do anything, at least with that Alice's heart could rest easy, even though she had no idea where they had escaped to, she was content and hopeful, praying they would all be fine. Anywhere is a better option than being held hostage with little or no chances of survival. Last she heard about them, they had been lucky enough to run into one of her uncles who was a military personnel, at least with him and his squad protecting her family, they were safe for now. &
" What are you even saying ? " Alice asked, staring at Sunday as if he had said something outrageous, he seemed fully aware of just how ridiculous he had sounded just now, because he didn't say a word in his defense. " You are still hurt, " Alice said, rising to her feet she glared at Sunday, " the agency is still after you, Fasting is after you, we don't even know where Reuben and Susan could be, we don't even know if they're still alive, you can't just run off knowing about all of this . " Alice said again, trying her best to reason with Sunday. Sunday fell speechless hearing Alice's words, he knew her words proved true all too well. Judging from their present situation, as well as the threat that lied in wait, going outside was suicide. They
Alice rested her head on the bed where Sunday slept, she had fallen asleep a while ago, but it was already morning, she hadn't been able to get much sleep, truly, she had barely gotten any sleep at all. Taking the bullet out of Sunday's chest was an ordeal, the biggest and most dangerous thing Alice had ever done in her entire life. There was so much blood, so much pain, so many things that could go wrong, Alice was no doctor, the only thing she knew about bullets wounds if she knew at all, was that they bled a lot, they put you in a world of excruciating pain, and yes, they are impossible to look at. But somehow she had overcome that fear of blood and managed to pull out the bullet from Sunday, he would live . Sunday clearly was no stranger to bullet wounds, he had the scars to show for them, forget scars, he
Blood trailed behind them as they dragged along the dark, silent road. Sunday had been badly hurt, and the longer his wounds stayed untreated the more chances were of him bleeding to death. If it had been during the day or even in the brighter hours of the evening, they might've seen someone willing to help them. But it wasn't early, it was late, dark and as quiet as a grave yard. Alice tried her best to help Sunday get help, and hopefully get away from the goons that were after them, she looked behind her several times, nothing was in sight, the darkness like a blanket had covered it all. Even if anyone had been there, she wouldn't have been able to see them.