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previous episode, click Season 1: Episode 10
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“I wonder
why Asante never planned to poison us to death.” Popoola spoke after preventing
Adebiyi from inflicting more injuries on himself. He took the first aid box and
helped him to clean and dress the wounds on his hands.
“We were
never his targets.” Adebiyi said. “Watching us eat his food pleasured him. Sick
bastard! He must have been laughing at us behind our backs. I can’t wait to get
my hands on him! I will crush him with my bare hands!”
He wore some
clothes and wanted to drive his car and search for Tiwa when Donald and Mimi
returned. They asked what the matter was and received no reply. Popoola stopped
Adebiyi from leaving, and explained searching anywhere was of no use.
“You have to
inform her parents." He told him. "They deserve to know what is going on.”
“How do I break
such news?” Adebiyi asked in a worried tone. He was destabilized and restless. “Her
mother is sick!”
“Then tell her father,” Popoola said. “We need all the necessary help we can get to locate
where he must have taken her to. We should even inform the police in charge of
the case too. They might have something that can help us.”
“If the
police had something, they would have caught him.”
“So what do
we do now? He has taken her.”
“Who took
who?” Mimi had to ask. She knew Tiwa was not at home and the way her boss
looked, something drastic had occurred.
Popoola
briefly narrated it to them. Mimi was tongue-tied! Her lips stumbled as she
tried to speak.
Adebiyi eyes
were on Donald to watch his reaction. Donald did not act surprise to hear
Asante was the heart-taker but he was shocked when he heard he abducted Tiwa.
He pointed at him. “You knew? You knew Asante was the serial killer?”
“I…I…..”
Donald stammered.
“Speak! You
better tell me what you know!”
“I didn’t know
he was going to take her. I suspected him some weeks ago when he came home and I
noticed some blood on his shirt. I asked him if he injured, he told me it was
the meat he bought from the market that had stained his cloth. I knew it was a lie when he did
not serve us meat but snail that day. I followed him one day, although I lost
track of him but a week later, a body was found dead. That was when I began to suspect
him and when agent Tiwa came, I knew it was because of the killing of those
girls.”
“And you couldn’t
tell me?!” Adebiyi shouted and raised his hand on him. Popoola held him.
“I am sorry
sir!” Donald began to shed tears. Mimi stared at him speechless. “I confronted Asante
but he threatened to kill Mimi and you if I said a word. I was afraid. My plan
was if I was able to get Mimi out of this house, I would spill the truth!” He
fell on his knees and bowed down his head. “I am ready to do anything just to bring
back Aunty Tiwa. I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.”
“But
something bad has happened!”
“I am begging
you to have mercy on me sir. I am truly sorry. Mimi is pregnant and I don’t want
to lose her and the baby.”
Adebiyi was furious;
nothing or anyone could change how he felt at that moment. He was angry, distressed
and confused. “We have few hours to get her back. Asante no longer kills on the
seventh day. He is likely to kill her and dump her body tomorrow evening close
to my house!” He started to pace around. He was totally restless.
“He will not
be foolish to do such a thing.” Popoola said. “Asante knows all eyes will be on
the lookout for him. The only thing we should do is pray for Tiwa’s safety.”
Mimi was
already crying. Donald stood up and asked for forgiveness.
“You didn’t take
her,” Adebiyi said. “It’s not your fault. I don’t need to forgive you. I am
only disappointed. Is there any other thing that you noticed about Asante that
can help?”
He thought
and shook his head. He sighed and spoke. “One thing I knew was that, after he threatened
me, he became secretive, he rarely spoke on the phone in my presence.”
“You mean
there’s someone that is aware of what he does?”
“I don’t know
sir but whenever he wants to leave for the market, he receives a call.”
“He has a
partner! Someone might be helping him to track the whereabouts of those girls!
He could not have been doing it alone!”
“What about
the three guys that normally helps him with the food at the party?” Popoola
asked.
“I doubt. He
never wanted those boys around him during the get together with the models. I
am sure working here in this house slowed him down so he had to get extra hands
to help with the food. An insider in that party should've been helping him. I have to
call Joyce and DJ Newton.”
“What about
Tiwa’s father? Don’t keep him in the dark, please. He has to know.”
Adebiyi inhaled
loudly and dumped himself on a single sofa. “I don’t know what I will do if I lose
Tiwa.”
Popoola looked
at him with sad eyes. This was not what he wanted for his friend. He told
Donald and Mimi to leave them alone. He sat close to him. “Did anything happen
between both of you before he took her?”
He gazed at
him and tears rushed down his face without stress.
He gasped
and went closer to hold his friend. “I am so sorry! You’re in love with her!”
“I told Tiwa
and I promised to protect her. You told me not to bring her here. You said I might regret it. I…”
“Say no
more. I understand what you are passing through. Oh God, what are we going to
do now?”
Adebiyi
released himself, sniffed his nose and called Mr. Banks. He explained what
happened.
If Tiwa’s
father wasn’t a very strong man, he would have had a heart attack. He stayed quiet
for some seconds before he spoke. ”Promise me you would get her back. This is
not for me but for her mother. She is getting worse.”
“Please, don’t
tell her.”
He shut his
eyes. “If I do, she would die. I can’t and I won’t. I know my child is tough
but we can’t rely on that. He might find a way to break her down.”
“I will do
everything I can to save Tiwa.”
“Get her
before he does.”
“Before who
does?” Adebiyi asked in a puzzled tone.
“Damon. We
are unable to locate him and I think he might be watching or even knows where
the heart-taker took her.”
Fear gripped
Adebiyi hard like a bomb.
He
continued, “You have to do anything possible. I cannot lose her. She will be
the only one left if my wife…”
“I will do
everything possible sir.”
“Please do.”
Mr. Bankole said, with tears coming out from his left eye. He quickly cleaned
his face and snuffled. “The next time you call, tell me you have my daughter
and she is alive, please.”
“I promise.”
He shut his eyes and thought of the torture Tiwa would be passing through.
“Don’t
promise and fail.” He ended the call and shut his eyes trying not to cry.
“I have to
go to Asante’s house to see his mother.” Adebiyi said after the call.
“It’s midnight
and I don’t think he will leave his mother in that house he lives.” Popoola
suggested.
“I will go there
and find out!”
“I will
follow you.”
“Me too,”
Mimi and Donald said at the same time. The men looked at their direction and were
surprised to see them.
Adebiyi drove there and found the place locked. It appeared no one was living there anymore. He called Joyce's phone number but she did not answer. DJ Newton's number was unreachable. They drove around the city, looking for her. Adebiyi decided to inform the police and drove to the station. He wanted them involved.
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Asante came
back into the deserted and filthy room. Tiwa was still awake. Her frightened eyes
were opened and she begged for the night to be over but it seems it was taking
long for that to happen. He went to the direction of the right side of the bed
and stared at her face. She turned away and kept her gaze at her left. She didn’t
want him to notice the fear in her. She was tempted to beg for her freedom.
He lifted
his hand close to her face so she could see what he was holding. It was a cup
filled with water.
“I’m not
tasty.” Tiwa lied. Her throat was as dry as an empty well.
He grinned
and walked towards the other side to look at her eyeball to eyeball. “Are you
scared to die?”
Tiwatope refused
to answer him, instead she swallowed the fear in her and fixed her eyes on him.
Asante
added, “You think I poisoned the water.” He drank from the cup, pushed the cup
towards her mouth and raised her head for her to sip. She had no choice. She
wanted water and drank the whole content.
“Good girl.”
He said and patted her head like a dog after she finished drinking.
“Why haven’t
you killed me?” Tiwa asked.
“You mean
rip out your heart from your chest?”
She swallowed.
“Yes.”
“I want you
to die a more painful death.” He motioned closer to her ear. Her heartbeat was
booming and she feared he might hear the sound. “I will cut your chest little
by little, watch you bleed out while you cry and I will take out your heart slowly."
“I know how
you were able to lure those girls.” She said trying to make a long conversation
and buy some time. She tried rubbing the rope on her right hand against the
handle to see if it could tear gradually. It did not.
“Tell me.”
He said and brought a chair to her side and sat down. He crossed his arms. “I’m
listening.”'
“You
appeared nice to the models, served them well because you are the chef. You ask
them questions about them playfully, they become friendly and you used that
opportunity to make them trust you. I wonder why the agent didn’t do a
background check on you.”
“What about
your lover? Instead, he offered me money and mocked my eyes.”
She never
thought about that until now. “I heard he met your mother…. by the way is she
really sick or you…. never mind, I am sure she was never sick. You used that
period to monitor those girls. How would your mother feel when she finds out
her son is nothing but a brutal killer.”
“Don’t you
dare call my mother into this!”
“She won’t be
proud of what you have become.”
He stood up and
pointed a finger at her face. “I am warning you!”
“Your mother
will be…..”
He hit her hard
on the face, blood spilled out from her mouth. She spat on the floor. Tiwa received pain from her head, down to her
body. She needed a long sleep.
“Those girls were very easy for me to kill but you…. you are different. You and Adebiyi really tried, you were getting very close to the truth. I had to change my plans after you started asking for the contacts of the bodyguards, DJ and myself.”
“But we did
not have your number.”
“Sooner or
later, you would have gotten it if I didn’t capture you.”
“I knew it
had to be the chef. When DJ Newton told us you were quite close to the models
but didn’t see any big deal in it, I knew it was a motive to lure them closer.”
He laughed and
within the blink of an eye, he frowned. "Newton have a loud mouth." He took his phone, and dialed a number.
“Who are you
calling?” she asked eagerly.
He bluffed
her, left for few minutes to speak on the phone and came back to tell her
goodnight.
“Are you
leaving me here alone?”
“Do you
think I will sleep here? See you tomorrow.”
He said.
“What if I want
to urinate?”
“I don’t care.”
“Who did you
speak with on the phone?”
“That’s none
of your business.”
“Are you
working with someone? Do you have a partner?”
All Asante
did was laugh and walked out on her.
Tiwa was all
alone. She was petrified of the dark. She wasn’t going to cry anymore but
search for a way to free herself from the bondage. She continued to rub the rope
against the handle, perhaps, before the cockcrows, she might be able to release herself and escape. She hoped and prayed for a miracle.
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To be continued on Thursday.
ahhh ck this one is a teaser o
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DeleteEnter your comment...oh let Tiwa be safe.carry go Carina..
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ReplyDeleteJust when I was anticipating for more...
Check out another twist to the story.
Now we start to guess who the heart takers partner in crime is.
Hmmmm some more suspense.
Another twist don land! Lol
DeleteWaoooh, am so desperate right now for her safety ...carina...let her escape please,the torture is too much...nice one.
ReplyDeleteI hope she will escape.
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Ha, nothing must happen to Tiwa o
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DeleteThanks for your comment Ara.
Oooh this looks very promising, but having just arrived here I need to go waaaay back to the start!
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