"Joe," Sophia walks through the wooden terrain under the blackness of the night sky. Her foot crushing small branches of trees as she walks further with a scream successively escaping her lips, heralding Joe's name.She steps on a rock buried in the soil and slips to the ground, "Ouch.""I'm right here," Joe's voice echoes in her ears. He's seated on the ground with his legs folded into his arms.She stands up and walks to him then imitates his sitting posture. "Joe, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.""And yet somehow you always find a way to.""It's just... I'm confused Joe. I don't know if I can ever love again. The Hunter told me something," Sophia malingers."What'd he say?" Joe questions nonchalantly."He said... That I'd never find true love with all this money to my name," Sophia tells."Are you a coward?""What the fuck! Why would you ask me that?" Sophia flies into a temper."Only a coward would fail to tell whether his partner really loves him or not." Joe maintains a low
"Sophia, I don't trust your father," Joe stands up from his mattress and stands over her."What do you mean?" The statement came as a shock to Sophia. She sits up.He too takes a seat beside her, "He's... I don't know how to say it but he's acting kind of weird.""Joe, you don't know him," she stares at Joe like he was insane."I know but... Is your dad into you?""Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Sophia stands up. "One of the worst traits I hate in a man is this kind of jealousy. Why would you think my dad is into me? That's insane!" She raises her voice at him. "He's my father and you're my boyfriend. Know your limits. Jeez!" She puts a hand on her forehead, holding down the possible outspread of an headache."I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying I saw...""I don't wanna talk about this anymore, Gawd!" She walks around the area. "How could you have that kind of jealousy for your girlfriend's father. Grow up, Joe."Joe stands up, "Sophia stop saying that. I'm not...""I didn't expect t
Sophia rests her back on the door, with her eyes fixed on the opened door Joe got pulled out by."I swear dad, I'd jump." She slides her butt towards the opened door.In emergency, the imposter suddenly hits the brakes, making Sophia bump her head on the front chair.He leaves the car and slams the door shut, walking around to the opened door. "What're you doing?""About to jump," Sophia blinks at him and turns away wearing a vexed expression."Listen," he sits beside Sophia in the car and puts his hand on her thighs more like a casual gesture, his intentions are running wild though. "I was there when you and Joe quarreled. That kind of man would only give you an headache."Sophia folds her arms maintaining quietness."I haven't been with him for a long time but I already know he has anger issues, doesn't he?" The imposter questions but no response was given. He continues: "He's a... What do you girls call it? A-a-a red flag. Nothing good will come out of him... I'm your dad, trust me
In the country of USG, Sophia's home country. A man jumps out of a canoe with a net carrying few fishes in his hand. The shade of the night sky engulfs him, making him a walking shadow.He walks away from the jetty, behind him a lot of villagers prepare their boats for fishing with small flashlights in their hands. He heads for the village, a sandy isle with short wooden houses. Everyone walks around in fisherman clothes and fishing nets, everything people do in a fishing village.He bows his head to prevent it from hitting the doorpost as he enters into one of the houses. He throws the net to a corner and hits the switch at the side of the door.As soon as it comes on a lady pushes him against the wooden walls of the house. She presses him down with her body while pointing a knife at his face. "I wanna go home. Take me back to my family." This fine 20 years old lady begs him."Do it," the man stares into her eyes. The lights reflects on his face heralding his identity in the wind. He
"She's inside the bank with my manager. Even he couldn't tell the difference between me and his late boss," the imposter chuckles proudly in the front seat of the car. He's parked near a bank."You did good at the house. You'd make one hell of an actor," Agatha compliments."But your daughter would have ruined everything. The file didn't say anything about how Robert treats his stepchildren," the imposter complains"That was an accident. You dodged that bullet perfectly.""Well, I'm good at what I do. Just keep my money in place," he replies with a stern tone."That won't be our problem," Agatha assures. "And once everything is passed to her, you know what to do.""Hahaha, that's the easy part. I'd put a knife through that sexy chest of hers.""Don't forget to get access to all the information first. We've only got one try at this, if the bank finds out that she's dead. The money goes to charity and we'd never find the gold," Agatha briefs."The gold?" The imposter questions."He has
A loud bam echoes on the doors of Butcher's chambers while he lays on the bed with a picture of his wife beside him.He jumps up on his butt and sits up, "Who is it?"A muscular man enters the room right away and walks towards him, "Boss...""Did I say come in?" He questions the guy."No boss," the man bows."You should be more careful next time." He shifts his bedsheet to cover his wife's picture, "What's the news?" "Sophia is dead," the man reports briefly.Butcher wears the grin of a winner, with his face instantly beaming up. He stands up from his bed and slowly walks up to a mirror with his bushy hair, "Finally. Now, The Big Cats will crumble."1 WEEK LATER...The imposter walks around a bedroom in a old apartment in a suburban area.A beeping sound goes on and on in a symphony while green zigzag lines run all over the screen of the beeping device, an lectronic vital sign monitor.A sachet hangs over the bed in the room with the liquid in it dripping into Sophia's body from a tu
Joe jumps over the stairs that lead into the house and races with his mind encouraging him that Sophia will be at the bank right now. To him, her death would mean his demise. For whatever reason he fell for someone who doesn't really love him like he does, he was determined about it.He races through the rain parting the waters on the ground with his feets as his hands thrust through the raindrops like a butcher's knife swinging free.His head is loaded with imaginations of Sophia screaming and being thorn apart. His eyes hold up tears. Though unreal, he couldn't bear the pain.Again his head is filled with rough imaginations which pushes out the logic in his mind. Right in this moment, he assumed he was faster than a car and so didn't need it. Or perhaps, he forgot they even exist.Suddenly a car drives directly into the corner with open doors. Joe falls right in and raises his head to a bunch of immigration officers. "You're an immigrant. We're sending you back to whatever shit hol
A beeping sound overwhelms the interior of a classic hospital ward with walls painted white. Jake, in a white garment lies on the white bed in one piece, though an oxygen pipe is connected to his nostrils with bondages running around his waist and down his left leg.Kate sits beside his bed wearing a sad hopeless grimace. It was easier to blame herself for the incident than blame the dying man so she took the pain on her. Her eyeballs, nourished by sadness, grows big in her eyes, unwaveringly staring at Jake's unconscious self.After a few seconds Jake slowly opens his eyes and captures Kate's eyes staring at him extravagantly. "What're you doing?"Kate's mind is blown back to reality as the words embrace her ears. "Oh my God, you're alive." She goes on her knees and crawls closer to his bed."What happened?" Jake coughs trying to sit up.Kate pushes him back to a lying position, "You better stay down still you've fully recovered.""I don't take orders from you," Jake freaks out even t
On the morning of Sophia's first day in prison, the inmates are lined in front of the serving counter each with mental trays clanging in their hands and their eyes fixed on the sorry excuse they dish into their plates as breakfast.Sophia gets her share of the offering and is suddenly disgusted by the semblance of the food, coupled with the fact that it emits no aroma.She reluctantly walks over to one of the steel tables and throws the tray on it, then takes a seat alone all by herself while the other inmates are in pairs."Who's the new girl," an inmate, Jessie watches her from a table of three."Some rich daddy's girl who apparently got her hands dirty," her friend, Jena responds."Rich people," their other friend, Isabella thuds the food with her spoon. "This people are societies biggest problem.""Girls like her?" Jena questions."Yes, Jena," Isabella responds. "Rich people." She slowly stands up from her seat with eyes fixed on Sophia."What're you doing?" Jessie questions her.
About three prison guards, two men and one woman hang around in the control room monitoring the inmates through the screens."You see that one, Mark. I say she's the horniest motherfucker in this prison. She always wanna grab some dick," one of the prison guards tells his buddy."Heard she was a stripper," the lady contributes."No wonder she's always like that. And I ain't gonna lie, I fuck with her style," he starts swinging his waist. "I definitely fuck with her style.""You've parted her vagina already haven't you?" Mark suspects."You know me, Mark. I see opportunity, I run with it. Ain't it funny that the best sex I ever had was with a criminal.""What can I say, dude? It's Christmas in here. People pay money to go to strip clubs and fuck women, we get paid to take care of women who wanna fuck us," Mark gives his buddy an high five."I hope y'all get in trouble one day?" The lady guard teases them."C'mon, Mia," Mark's buddy grabs her shoulders playfully and turns her to the scr
Sophia sits on a steel chair with hands cuffed to the a table made of the same material as the chair.Her eyes are light red with her fingers trembling like the room is the interior of a fridge. She sits straight up with her eyes transfixed at the other corner of the room.A single tear drops from her eyes. She looks dead on the inside, and on the outside she looks like a mannequin on a vibrator. The effect of the imposter hasn't left her yet, her mind is in trauma.Just then she starts hearing faint echoes of voices. They sound kind of familiar. In the same second, Jake and Kate enters the room."Just one minute and we'd be out," Jake shuts the door.Sophia quickly wipes the tear off her face as they show up. She snorts getting herself ready for their heat. But there was still one problem, she couldn't stop the shivering. Her mind is running on auto on this one."The famous Sophia, so we finally meet," Kate pulls out a chair and sits across the table.Sophia gives her a silent treatm
A beeping sound overwhelms the interior of a classic hospital ward with walls painted white. Jake, in a white garment lies on the white bed in one piece, though an oxygen pipe is connected to his nostrils with bondages running around his waist and down his left leg.Kate sits beside his bed wearing a sad hopeless grimace. It was easier to blame herself for the incident than blame the dying man so she took the pain on her. Her eyeballs, nourished by sadness, grows big in her eyes, unwaveringly staring at Jake's unconscious self.After a few seconds Jake slowly opens his eyes and captures Kate's eyes staring at him extravagantly. "What're you doing?"Kate's mind is blown back to reality as the words embrace her ears. "Oh my God, you're alive." She goes on her knees and crawls closer to his bed."What happened?" Jake coughs trying to sit up.Kate pushes him back to a lying position, "You better stay down still you've fully recovered.""I don't take orders from you," Jake freaks out even t
Joe jumps over the stairs that lead into the house and races with his mind encouraging him that Sophia will be at the bank right now. To him, her death would mean his demise. For whatever reason he fell for someone who doesn't really love him like he does, he was determined about it.He races through the rain parting the waters on the ground with his feets as his hands thrust through the raindrops like a butcher's knife swinging free.His head is loaded with imaginations of Sophia screaming and being thorn apart. His eyes hold up tears. Though unreal, he couldn't bear the pain.Again his head is filled with rough imaginations which pushes out the logic in his mind. Right in this moment, he assumed he was faster than a car and so didn't need it. Or perhaps, he forgot they even exist.Suddenly a car drives directly into the corner with open doors. Joe falls right in and raises his head to a bunch of immigration officers. "You're an immigrant. We're sending you back to whatever shit hol
A loud bam echoes on the doors of Butcher's chambers while he lays on the bed with a picture of his wife beside him.He jumps up on his butt and sits up, "Who is it?"A muscular man enters the room right away and walks towards him, "Boss...""Did I say come in?" He questions the guy."No boss," the man bows."You should be more careful next time." He shifts his bedsheet to cover his wife's picture, "What's the news?" "Sophia is dead," the man reports briefly.Butcher wears the grin of a winner, with his face instantly beaming up. He stands up from his bed and slowly walks up to a mirror with his bushy hair, "Finally. Now, The Big Cats will crumble."1 WEEK LATER...The imposter walks around a bedroom in a old apartment in a suburban area.A beeping sound goes on and on in a symphony while green zigzag lines run all over the screen of the beeping device, an lectronic vital sign monitor.A sachet hangs over the bed in the room with the liquid in it dripping into Sophia's body from a tu
"She's inside the bank with my manager. Even he couldn't tell the difference between me and his late boss," the imposter chuckles proudly in the front seat of the car. He's parked near a bank."You did good at the house. You'd make one hell of an actor," Agatha compliments."But your daughter would have ruined everything. The file didn't say anything about how Robert treats his stepchildren," the imposter complains"That was an accident. You dodged that bullet perfectly.""Well, I'm good at what I do. Just keep my money in place," he replies with a stern tone."That won't be our problem," Agatha assures. "And once everything is passed to her, you know what to do.""Hahaha, that's the easy part. I'd put a knife through that sexy chest of hers.""Don't forget to get access to all the information first. We've only got one try at this, if the bank finds out that she's dead. The money goes to charity and we'd never find the gold," Agatha briefs."The gold?" The imposter questions."He has
In the country of USG, Sophia's home country. A man jumps out of a canoe with a net carrying few fishes in his hand. The shade of the night sky engulfs him, making him a walking shadow.He walks away from the jetty, behind him a lot of villagers prepare their boats for fishing with small flashlights in their hands. He heads for the village, a sandy isle with short wooden houses. Everyone walks around in fisherman clothes and fishing nets, everything people do in a fishing village.He bows his head to prevent it from hitting the doorpost as he enters into one of the houses. He throws the net to a corner and hits the switch at the side of the door.As soon as it comes on a lady pushes him against the wooden walls of the house. She presses him down with her body while pointing a knife at his face. "I wanna go home. Take me back to my family." This fine 20 years old lady begs him."Do it," the man stares into her eyes. The lights reflects on his face heralding his identity in the wind. He
Sophia rests her back on the door, with her eyes fixed on the opened door Joe got pulled out by."I swear dad, I'd jump." She slides her butt towards the opened door.In emergency, the imposter suddenly hits the brakes, making Sophia bump her head on the front chair.He leaves the car and slams the door shut, walking around to the opened door. "What're you doing?""About to jump," Sophia blinks at him and turns away wearing a vexed expression."Listen," he sits beside Sophia in the car and puts his hand on her thighs more like a casual gesture, his intentions are running wild though. "I was there when you and Joe quarreled. That kind of man would only give you an headache."Sophia folds her arms maintaining quietness."I haven't been with him for a long time but I already know he has anger issues, doesn't he?" The imposter questions but no response was given. He continues: "He's a... What do you girls call it? A-a-a red flag. Nothing good will come out of him... I'm your dad, trust me