Lethal Bride - (Part 5)

SHAM

Her voice flowed out like a fountain and dropped on everyone without any exception. Her short black dress brought out her contoured curves; it showed how her legs were long and slender. Her dress was a deliberate seduction; even her feminine equals admired her body. Her hair moved along with the way she moved to the beat of music. The beat got faster, she moved faster with ease. Her brown hit each stair down as she moved into where the people watched with awe. Everyone wanted to touch her hand, if anyone was successful, their face lit up with colors. She moved closer and closer to her mission, and began to maintain eye contact with him in a way to make him feel that she would get him laid. She got to his front and did a little whine, dipped her fingers between her twin towers and pulled out the note. Placed it between her lips and bent a little as she placed on his lips, he received it gladly and tried to touch her butt, she hit his hand firmly leaving a sting and danced away towards her stage. As she did a long drag of her voice, he opened the note and it read ‘see me by 12a:m at the bar’, he grinned and raised his eyes to look at the beautiful Crystal, she was flawless, her arms rose as she ended her song, she got a roar.
He looked at his watched, it was 11:49, the remaining eleven minutes was taking forever, he kept on looking towards the bar, to get a glimpse of her but didn’t. Sure enough as it stroked twelve, he looked towards the bar and saw her sipping from a glass. He stood up from where he sat and moved briskly towards her. He eventually reached his destination, pulled a stool and sat down. “Hey princess”, she looked at him with the corner of her eye and ignored him. He was baffled, her countenance didn’t show any sign of interest in him.
“Errmmm, you wanted me here, why do you look so irritated”, she turned to him, her face writhing in disgust. “Take a good look at me. Do I in any way look like a lady that would want a pig like you to come close? Don’t you see me as a woman of class? I feel terribly insulted swine” her voice soft and not raised. He was dumbfounded; the shock left his mouth ajar. “Please close your mouth, you are emitting germs everywhere”. He was pissed but didn’t flare up, “ so why the hell did you tell me to come over here, and the dance the way you did in front of me, what was that for?, if you didn’t want to see me, why did you go through all the trouble? Or you just want to take delight in mocking me”, she smiled, something in her eyes felt threatening, “I didn’t want to see you, I was just a mere messenger and a performer”, “so who wanted to?” he looked behind him “he wants to see you”. He followed her eyes and looked back to see Easton standing with his hands in his pocket. He went cold, “hello Mathew, you owe me something, or would I say you stole from me. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Well fortunately for me and unfortunately for you, I did”.
“I can explain”, his voice quivered
“Yes I know you can, that’s why I want us to go for a ride and you can have all the time to explain to me. If you try to play smart with me, I will kill you in front of all these people and nothing will happen to me, I am invincible. So get up”. Mathew stood, “do you want to come with us Crystal”, “sure, I want to see the end of it”. Easton led the way, Mathew in the middle and Crystal followed behind. Deep down Mathew knew he was already a dead living man. He was pushed into the car, he saw a man who quickly tied his hands firmly and blindfolded him, he didn’t resist, he was dead anyway. Crystal joined them at the back, as Easton got in the front, his driver zoomed off.
They got to a place that looked like nowhere, his blindfold was taken off. The flashlight that Easton held in his hand hurt his eyes, it took a while for his eyes to adjust to his new environment. Two of Easton’s men stood beside the vehicle looking very stern. Easton made him kneel down, she stood behind Mathew.
“I am a very generous man, always ready to give, I don’t get angry easily, but if I do, it’s not palatable, I become a bad man. People don’t understand that it is situations like this that make me bad. So now tell me the truth, did you steal from me?” Mathew stammered and nothing reasonable came out of his mouth, “Answer me”, Easton shouted in impatience.
“No I didn’t steal from you; I delivered the goods without taking any for myself. Why would I steal from you? I can’t.”
“No my friend, you are speaking lies, tell me the truth and you would be free, tell me a lie one more time and I would blow your brains out”. He got really frightened and shook, tears were already gathering in his eyes, he wasn’t ready to die.
“I just took little for myself, I swear I just took little, I didn’t mean to, but I was tempted, I couldn’t resist, please I have told you the truth, spare my life”. Easton smiled, “now, that’s a good boy. You see the truth always sets one free, I forgive you”, Mathew got relieved and tried to stand up. “No, don’t stand, I have forgiven you but God hasn’t, he wants to give you his own judgment, I am just a mere man”, “please don’t do this”, Mathew pleaded, “you gave me your word”, Easton looked at Crystal, she got his message and shot him in the head.
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Lethal Bride - (Part 4)

SHAM


She yawned and stretched as the first ray of sun touched her face. She sat up, felt a little itch on her left arm and scratched. She placed her palm on her head, she was having a slight headache, she stood up, her white lingerie showed her molded curves. She got into the bathroom, drew out a little drawer and took out aspirin, she placed it on her tongue and swallowed, she reached for her purple cup, opened the tap and put the cup under. She gulped so much water.
She always took special care of face and didn’t fancy artificial products, she preferred it natural. She took out her red bathrobe and got downstairs, she got to the kitchen, “good morning ma’am”, their voices in Unison, she ignored them and opened the fridge, took out one little fresh tomato, a sliced cucumber and a bottle of honey. She put the tomato and cucumber into a blender and blended for few seconds, poured the liquid content into a small bowl, then poured a little honey into the content then stirred. She beckoned on one of the maids then pointed to the mess she made, and ordered her to clean it up. She got back to her room, into her bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror as she smeared the content all over face. She did this ritual everyday, it gave her face a smooth and glowing look, and usually left it on her face for fifteen minutes before rinsing it off. She left the bathroom, went straight to her smart phone, with a tap of her index finger she slide it open then went straight to her music library and clicked on ‘grown woman’ by ‘Beyonce’ she swayed to the song, and moved accordingly to the beat.
Suddenly the door opened, Easton peered in, his eyes seemed troubled, she stopped her song. “What’s the problem? “We have visitors”, she raised her eyebrow, “common, don’t be like that. What were expecting? After the shit that went down at the club. Two dead bodies. I’m the owner, and you are the major singer there. They are just doing their job”. She frowned; she was in no mood for answering questions. “Can I go like this?” she pointed to her face, “of course”. She followed closely behind as he led the way. She had never been scared of the police, she just felt Easton was good at cleaning a mess and erasing traces. They met the police men talking in low tones; at their sight they stopped talking.
“Gentlemen, this is Crystal”, she got closer and shook hands with them. One of the men looked closely at her face. “What’s wrong with your face ma’am?” she touched her face slightly, “oh, it’s just a treatment for my face”, she cleared her throat a bit and sat down, crossed her legs. Easton sat beside her, his eyes fixed on the men and ready to answer their questions the best way he could.
“Mr. Easton, ‘Darkside club’ is yours. This is the second time we are finding dead bodies, one in the club; the other body was close to the club”. She let out a shocked gasp, her hands to her mouth. “Oh my God”, Easton looked at her, his eyes smiled, and then he turned to look at the men, “I am not aware of this. It’s a club you know, all kinds of people come to the club, but we would do our best to cooperate with you guys to get to the root of this issue”, they kept asking questions, Easton answered them with experience, Crystal paid little attention with what was been said, she kept looking and admiring her nails. Finally they left. “I thought they would never leave, they just wanted to spoil my beautiful morning, everybody dies, what’s so disturbing about the death of the guys, it was time”, she sighed, “lets allow them do their job, while we do ours’. I will use my influence to kill the issue”, she smiled “you always do that, I’m not scared”. She went back to her room, got into the bathroom and washed her face, toweled it and got down to the kitchen. Her breakfast was ready and laid on the kitchen table, she sat down and took a bite and chewed, she frowned and spat out the food back into the plate, she gulped water and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Who made this horrible food”, her voice raised, it sent shivers down their spines, a timid came to her front, head bowed, her hands locked together behind her, her feet aligned, “I cooked it ma’am”, Crystal glared at her, “this food is too spicy, and has no taste, take it off my table and make me another food because if I loose my patience you won’t find it funny”, “yes ma’am”. She stomped out of the kitchen, grumbled her way up to her room, opened her door roughly and banged it shut, everything just annoyed her, her annoyance started from when the police came for questioning. She laid back on her bed and tried to calm herself, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply and exhaled. She felt relaxed. She opened her eyes to see Easton standing by her bed, “what’s the matter?” She sat up, “I didn’t get what I wanted to eat”, “don’t worry, something is being prepared now. By the way I need you to pass a message to someone for me this night, and that would be during your performance “, she smiled, she enjoyed her job.
“Torture or shoot to kill?”
“None of that”, he handed her a small note, “I will show you who the note is for, just dance towards him and shove it into his pocket”. She seemed disappointed but took the note from him and read it. She raised her eyes to look at him “really, why cant you just tell him yourself, the drama is unnecessary”, he smiled, “I know, I just love to see you perform, you are good”.
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Lethal Bride - (Part 3)

Reminiscence


She stamped her feet hard when she discovered he had disappeared, she moved quickly, her eyes were swift to scan the place; she aggressively ran her hands through her hair. She has never disappointed Easton and she was not starting now. She felt someone touched her, she turned to see a beaming face of a lady, “good evening miss Crystal”, “evening”, she tried to force a smile, damn she didn’t want any sort of delay whatsoever and this was beginning to annoy her. “This is my first time in this club and I loved every word that came out of you, you sang like an angel, and the way you danced was angelic I must confess”. Crystal was in no mood for flattery but tried not to disappoint the lady who seemed really excited to meet her in person”, “ermmmmm, I’m glad you loved my song, I hope you come here often. I’m really in a hurry now, trying to catch up with someone”. The lady nodded and watched Crystal walk away.
She searched everywhere, she was already getting pissed when she saw the rear of a man wearing a white jacket and walking towards the exit, she smiled and hastened her pace, she wasn’t going to lose him. She got outside to see him leaning on a pillar, smoking a cigarette, one hand in his pocket, the other held the stick of cigarette between his lips, he exhaled so much smoke through his nostrils and little came out through mouth, he seemed distant. She walked slowly towards him like a lioness that just saw dinner. She got to his side and took the cigarette from him and placed it between her lips, pouted her lips and blew out smoke. He smiled.
“The famous Crystal, beautiful and elegant. This night is going to be great with you by my side”.
“oh yea, I’m not going to make it just great, I would make it unforgettable”, she flirted with him for a while before whispering in his ears “come, this night won’t be complete without you getting laid”, she pulled him by the collar, he drew in one last smoke and exhaled, threw the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, the followed her, hoping for the best night in his life. As she led him to where he hoped he would get bliss, the images of her mom came to her, she could hear her dad begging for his wife, she could feel the terror that engulfed the house, she heard men laugh without sympathy. That night before the attack, her dad wasn’t himself, he behaved odd like he knew something bad was coming. While they were settled eating dinner, an unusual silence hovered around the house and it disturbed her, but she ignored it and kept eating, her dad barely touched his food. After dinner there was a terrible bang at the door that seemed to shake the house. Her mother looked at her dad in terror, “I thought they said they were coming next week”, he looked at his wife with so much guilt, there was so much apologies in them, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead, “honey take crystal and hide, I will face them on my own and can’t risk your lives, I caused this, let me handle it myself”, her mother took her arm and took her into the room and told her to roll under the bed and stay there, “but dad said we should hide together” she was already visibly shaking with fear, her mom kissed her cheek, “its our duty to protect you, just remain here, after everything is done, we will come and get you, promise me you would stay here please”, “I promise mom”. Her mom stood up, she watched her mom’s legs as she left the room and closed the door. After all went silent she waited for a long time before she realized her parents were never going to come and tell her everything was fine and it is okay to come out. She crawled out from under the bed and went in search for her parents.
What she saw made her scream, suddenly she was orphaned by brutal men she never saw, she shook with terror, she touched the faces of her parents to see if there was any life remaining in them. She remembered crying so intensely that day, she didn’t believe she had lost the only people she had in life, she ran outside and called for help, she got the attention of few people as they all got in and gasped in horror simultaneously, an ambulance was called and they were taken to the hospital she went along with them and her parents were confirmed dead. The next day, the bodies of her parents were missing. The doctors and nurses were thrown into confusion. She was devastated; she went back home to grief and waited for a call that would tell her the bodies were found. As she got closer to the house she saw two men circling the house, they looked suspicious and fierce. That was the last time she went back home, she never got the call and never went back home. She was scared they would come for her too. That was a long time ago.
She led Hector to an alley. He looked confused, “is this where you want to do it?”, she smiled and pushed him against the wall, placed her lips on his and kissed him, he circled his arms around and pulled her closer, his breath already labored. She withdrew from his embrace; he wondered why she withdrew so quickly, when he saw her looking into her purse he smiled thinking she was going to pull out a condom. But her hand came out with a gun, he was shocked “what is that for?” she had a devilish smile on her face “you really stressed me today, made me kill another person. Anyway it’s worth it, I have you now”, she pulled the trigger, he fell to the ground, as blood gushed out from his chest. She turned to go but she heard him say “bitch”, she turned round to see him trying to crawl, she took out her gun and this time aimed for his head. “You are the bigger bitch bastard”, she walked away feeling fulfilled, now she can face Easton boldly, and regain her reputation for not missing a target.
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Lethal Bride - (Part 2)

Reminiscence


The admiration for her beauty in the mirror was distracted by a familiar scent, she turned round to see his face, he looked a little older than when she met him eight years back. He always had an intimidating aura but she got over it and became comfortable in his presence.
“You were magical back there, a goddess I must say. You wrapped everyone in your embrace and didn’t let go until you finished”. She saw a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke.
“Thank you and I’m sure you clapped the loudest” she smiled. He threw his hands
“Of course who would have clapped the loudest if not me”.
“Oh yea, I could hear your distinct clap, a different rhythm from the way others jammed their palms together” they both laughed. “Come here my darling”, his arms outstretched, she walked towards him like a little school girl. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ears “I am proud of you”. He freed her and kissed her forehead “I want you to help me to something”
“What is it? I am always ready”. He looked deep into her eyes, “there is only one man wearing a white jacket in there. I want you to go back there and take his breath away”
She tilted her head and pressed her lips together “how is that going to happen without raising dust”. He shoved his hands in his pockets and brought a little bottle and handed it over to her, she tightened her lips as she opened the bottle, she saw red pills, closed it back and looked at him “how?”, “just slip it into anything he is drinking”. She nodded, he faced the exit then he turned to look at her “I trust you to do the job well, no mistakes” she nodded and watched him disappear.
She braced up and took quick deep breathes. She was already used to erasing people for him. At eighteen she had her first kill. She was really scared but felt she owed him a huge debt for remolding her life. He dropped her off in front of a house.
“He lives alone. Go in there and take him out. And remember your target practice. No mistakes, I will be waiting here”. She got down from the car and counted her steps until she got to the door. She could feel the hardness of the weapon around the waist line of her trouser. She rang the door bell and she heard sluggish footsteps. The door opened. His sight frightened her, he towered her, and had a disgusting odour around him. Her breathe seized.
“What can I do for you young lady?”. He was tipsy and looked disheveled.
“I came to take you out”. She spoke boldly, shielding her tremendous fear.
“Oh no honey, I am not going anywhere with anybody, so scurry off and find a man of your size, I’m too old for you miss”.
“I don’t mean that”, she reached out for the pistol given to her by Easton, “I mean this”. He smacked his palm against his forehead, “what did I ever do to you?”
“You did nothing”, and wasted no time in releasing the bullet. It wasn’t loud, it had a mild sound but it took a life. She met for it to hit his head, but it went through his neck. His eyes widened, he touched his neck and looked at his palm, it was all bloody. He looked at her, his eyes wide with shock. “Why did you kill me”. He touched her face and fell, life went out of him.
She remembered standing there looking at her first victim, shaky and guilty. She smelt the blood on her face. Her grip eased on the gun. She didn’t hear the sound of the gun fall, then she realized Easton was beside her. “I killed him” she said weakly.
“Yes, because I asked you. He was a threat to me, so I had to kill him”.
“No you made me do it”. He sighed and pulled her close. He pushed the body back into the house and shut the door. He held her hands and felt the coldness. She remembered having nightmares of the man’s face, she couldn’t sleep properly, she was scared his ghost would haunt her. She rolled and tossed on the bed for hours until dawn.
She put the pills into her purse, took one last look at her appearance in the mirror, then walked out majestically, taking each step with poise. She got into where the people were gathered and the scanned for the man on white jacket. She spotted a man with the description, chatting with people around him, laughing heartily, unaware of what was coming for him, she rested her eyes on him for few seconds before taking steps to her mission. Half way from reaching him, she spotted another man on white, sitting alone and sipping slowly from a glass, lost in his own thoughts. She stopped, confused. She looked at both men and wondered who more of a target to Easton looked. She decided the man sitting alone was his target. She walked towards him; and hoped she made the right decision. She got stares of admiration from people.
She slipped beside him and touched his arm. “hey”, he looked at her in amusement and smiled. “I must be in heaven, the elegant and beautiful Crystal is sitting beside me, I don’t deserve this”, she smiled flashing her beautiful set of teeth.
“I’m flattered. Why are you alone”,
“I am not, you are here now, can I get you a drink?”
“No, I would share with you” she already had a pill between the index and middle fingers. He handed her his glass, she took it and sipped. “So how did you start singing”, he tried to engage her in a conversation. As she answered him her fingers released the pill into his drink and waited for it to dissolve. She handed the glass back to him. “I need to go now”, she stood up, but he held her wrist. “everybody knows your name here, but you don’t know theirs’, can I tell you mine?”, “sure”, she replied, “I am Dickson”, “it’s a pleasure meeting you Dickson”, she walked away without turning back. In no time the pill started taking effect. He began to sweat profusely, his hands shook, he didn’t understand what was happening to him, he went into the rest room, turned on the tap and sprinkled water on his face. He felt something trickle down his nose, he touched it and saw blood, he gasped, he started turned pale, fell down and convulsed to his death.
She got into her dressing room, and met Easton holding a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. He smiled as she got closer.
“Were you successful?”
“Of course, I have never missed a target”.
“What did the brute say his name was?”
“Dickson”,
“Wait! What!”
“He said his name was Dickson”, she repeated, she went further to say he was with no one and sat alone, but she did see another man on white crowded with people and really lousy and didn’t see that kind of person as a target. The bottle dropped from his hand, along with the glasses.
“You got the wrong man on white Crystal, His name is Hector and he is lousy”. She got irritated.
“You should have told me about his attributes, instead of just pushing me out there without proper briefing”. He frowned. “this is no time for throwing blame, go back there and take him out now”, he voice slightly raised, he took out a gun from his pocket “use it if you must”. She took it from him and went away with a determination of not missing her target again.
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Lethal Bride - (Part 1)

Reminiscence :

Graceful and with poise she walked towards the stage set for her. So many eyes followed her in anticipation. Her gold shoes hit each stair gently as she climbed. Her long red dress glittered so much, she held the microphone, her wrist wore a gold bracelet, her manicured red painted nails were perfect. She opened her mouth to sing, a soft and beautiful voice emitted from her, her voice was as beautiful as she was. She spread out her arms as she sang, the instruments played added more beauty to her beautiful and soulful song, she swirled round slowly as if possessed by the song that came out of her, her gold long earrings danced along with her. Her audience watched trapped in her stronghold, they watched her every move, listened to every word, the song illuminated their hearts, they marveled at her beauty and uniqueness. She ended the song with a long drag of her voice. Screams, roaring applauds were heard. She placed her hand on her chest and bowed a little with a radiating smile that exposed her well arranged teeth. She climbed down just the way she climbed up. She had been working as a singer in this exquisite club for a long time and was always nervous each time she wanted to sing, but always ended up having a crowd loving her more. As she walked towards the dressing room glimpses of the past took over her thoughts. At sixteen she was homeless, and sat down on the ground close to a church, she hoped for rescue, but none came, she was looked at as filth and as though she deserved what she got. The cold made her teeth knock against each other, she had knocked on doors, but at the sight of her they jammed their doors shut, no one wanted a stranger in their home let alone a haggard looking girl. Then a day came, a black car with tinted glasses stopped, the driver got down and opened the door, a man came out with sympathy exuding from him, the hunger that ravaged her made her vision blurry but she felt his genuine kindness. He walked to her slowly and stretched his hand to touch her face, she looked at him hoping for help, “my name is Easton, come with me let me give you a better life”, she didn’t bother to argue, she held his hand and got up, all she thought about was food. She turned to him “I’m hungry”, he smiled and led her to the car, he got in after her and shut the door firmly. The car stopped in front of what looked like a castle. He led her through a long corridor, left and right stood elaborate mantle pieces. She walked slowly, he was patient, and made sure his steps were equal to hers’. She caught sight of the living room but didn’t bother to take a close look, her head hung as she leaned on his body for support. He led her up each stair. He pushed open a door and led her into a peaceful room, the air seemed clearer, she inhaled and exhaled weakly. He made her sit on the bed, but her body couldn’t withstand a sitting position, she slumped on the bed and shook with hunger. She heard him say “get her something to eat now!” with urgency in his voice. Few minutes later, food was brought, her body seemed to energize as soon has she knew there was food, she got up to a sitting position smartly. The tray was placed on her lap, she devoured the food in split seconds, consumed lots of water and tried to hold back a loud belch, but it came out much louder than she expected. She politely apologized as the tray was taken off her lap. She turned to look at Easton “thank you”, he gave her a warm smile, she laid down feeling better than when she came, she just felt sleepy. “What’s your name?”, “Crystal”, he urged her to sleep then placed a thick blanket on her. “This is your new home”, she smiled and drifted into a deep and peaceful sleep. That was eight years ago.

Every time she remembered how Easton took her off the streets, she was always thankful. She was lucky to be alive. She got into the dressing room, sat down and retouched her face with a little make up.

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Tears (Part 16)

Matilda took her there. She dressed casual. She received stares from both the males and females. She ignored their eyes and followed Matilda closely.
They both got into the room. Matilda opened the closet and took out a blue outfit for her.
The door opened. A girl came in dressed in a shimmering green dress. She wore her hair down.
"Tracy. I need you to do your thing on her face",
"Alright"
Lana looked at Tracy and noticed a tattoo on her left arm. It was a woman's face. Matilda left.
"Please sit"
Lana sat without uttering a word. Tracy's eyes drifted to the bed and noticed the blue dress. "Uhmmmm!, change into your dress, before I make your face up". Lana obeyed. She took off her clothes and stepped into the skimpy blue dress. Tracy looked at her body with some sort of jealousy. Slender yet curvy. Lana moved to sit again. Tracy began to bring out the cosmetic from a drawer. "What's that picture on your arm" she finally found her voice,
"My mom"
She remembered her own mom. She wished she had a tattoo of her on her arm or back, but quickly changed her mind. Getting a tattoo of her mom would continuously remind her of the excruciating pain she passed through at the tender age of Eleven.
Tracy noticed her absent mindedness. "Hey, come back". She got out of her thoughts and sat still as Tracy did her job on her face.
She stared at her face in the mirror. She loved what she saw. Her face looked flawless. A smile escaped her lips. The expression on Tracy's face was a proud one. She loved making girls up. The door opened, Matilda came in.
"Are you ready?"
"Yea, she is", Tracy responded.
"Thanks Tracy"
"It's my job". She left.
"You look beautiful. Relax it's not a difficult task, just obey" Matilda assured her and left. Lana sat on the bed, she looked at her hands, they trembled. She stood up and paced.
The door opened. A man in his thirties appeared.
"Hello Gorgeous"
"Good evening"
He didn't expect that response from her. Most girls responded with 'hello handsome', some would say 'hello sugar'. But she was so formal and looked tensed. He ignored the formality and started undressing. She looked at him not knowing what to do.
"Won't you help me undress?"
She shook her head
"Why?"
"Nothing. Undress yourself"
He was left in his draws. He moved towards her. She moved back. Suddenly the memory of Stark clouded her head. He thought it was all part of how she wanted to please him. He moved swiftly, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her. She fell on the bed. He didn't waste anytime taking off her clothes. She laid still. She was left with her underwear. Her eyes closed and prepared. She felt his fingers around the waist line of her underwear. He was already pulling it down slowly when her eyes flicked open. She felt fear. A fear that gripped her at eleven. "STOP", she screamed, he was taken aback. He couldn't understand her behaviour. "I said stop", she repeated.
"What's your problem? "
"Get out!"
"For real?"
She frowned and pushed him with the strength she could muster. He fell to the floor dazed. She tried to wear her dress, when he pounced on her, with the intention to force himself. "Help", she screamed so loud. He got more aggressive. As she screamed she scanned the room for a sharp object to use on him, but didn't seem to find any. She continued to scream. Before long the door was pushed open, she saw heads, eyes peering in, she saw lips smiling, some laughing and giggling. He got embarrassed and left her. He started putting on his clothes.
"What's going on here,?" Matilda's voice was heard, quickly the girls dispersed.
"Lana what was that scream all about?"
Matilda looked at the shocked client dressing hurriedly and ashamed.
"What's the problem sir?"
"She is the problem, and this is the last time I am coming here"
Matilda tried to make him stay, promising to get another girl for him. But all her watery words fell into a basket. He left.
She glared at Lana. Lana ignored the long and hard stare.
"What do you think you have done?, just your first day and you have driven a client", her voice was high pitched.
"He reminded me of uncle Stark"
"Oh! So now you are telling me that each person that comes would remind you of Stark"
Lana shook her head
"So what are you saying? "
"I was scared"
"Lana, this should be the first and last time this should occur, this is bad for business. Grow up! Someone else will come. Behave!"
Lana nodded
Matilda left in a mild rage, shutting the door firmly behind her.
Thirty minutes later, the door opened again. This time a younger looking man in his late twenties came in. Lana looked at him. She got up, took off her dress and laid on the bed. He was not a bit impressed. He walked towards the bed and pulled her up. "Hey, I don't start like that, i'm more of the romantic one", he gave her a one sided smile. His arms went around her, pulled her gently towards himself. Touched her face lightly, then moved his fingers slowly to her lips. He drummed on them lightly before placing his lips on hers. He drew in her lower lip then released. Traced her jawline to her neck lightly with his mouth. She began to feel sensations in her body she never felt before. She didn't understand it. The tension she felt eased off gradually.
He pushed her to the bed and undressed. For the first time she felt a little comfortable. She remembered the condoms. She got up!.
"Where are you going to?"
His voice already husky.
"Condoms"
He pulled her back gently,
"No my dear, I don't like condoms, I prefer bareback". She didn't actually know what bareback meant, but she understood he preferred it without condoms. She forgot about the condoms and laid back. She bit her lower lip as he took away what was left of her innocence.
When he was done, he looked at her, "what's your name?"
"Lana"
"Beautiful and inexperienced". He took out some note bills from his pocket and threw it beside her. She looked at it, "for?"
He laughed "the job, plus you are really pretty", he dressed and went out. She carefully put the money into the drawer. Between thighs ached so much. She was tired and almost drifted to sleep when the door opened again. She looked at the door and saw a man standing with his belt already unbuckled. "I'm tired, go away"
"No, no, not tonight princess". He pounced on her like a hungry lion. He reeked of alcohol and cigarette, everything about him was repulsive. When he had finished, he stood up clumsily and threw note bills on her, then walked out. The whole of her body ached. She stood up and painfully picked up the bills that fell to the floor, took the ones on the bed and shoved them into the drawer. She collapsed on the bed and slept off
She felt a tap on her arm. "I'm tired, no more for tonight". The tap still persisted. She opened her eyes to see Matilda's face.
"It's you"
"Yes, it's me, I see you did a good job today", she held the notes in her hand " I found them in the drawer, I will take my share and drop what's left for you". Matilda took hers' and drooped the rest. "Now rest well, you did great". Lana was too weak to respond as soon as Matilda left. She fell back to sleep.
By 5a:m, a slight tug on her arm woke her up. "Come let's go home, we will be back later". She got up sleepy, looked for normal clothes, changed into them and followed Matilda out. As soon as they got home. Lana went to her room and slept off again.
The door bell rings, nobody answers, then continuous knocking. Stark shot up from his sleep and walked briskly to see who was at the door. He got there to see Kelvin. "Kel, why are you out so early?", Kelvin raised an eyebrow, "early you say!, this is 10a:m bro",
"Oh Mehnnn!, I must have slept like a log then. Come in". Kelvin got in and slumped on a couch. Stark noticed this, " you must be really tired", "my job can be really tiring",
"I see. Can I get you anything"
"Uhmmm, just water will do"
"Okay!, water it is!"
Stark got to the kitchen to get what Kelvin requested.
Kelvin saw a female figure coming down sluggishly. He paid more attention to her. She reminded him of a woman that attended his thirtieth birthday party five years ago. She got down and walked into where Stark was. Stark came with a table water and a glass cup.
"I don't need the cup, I will drink straight from the bottle"
"Alright", he hands over the bottle to Kelvin.
"Stark, you know I come here once in a while"
"Yea"
"I have never noticed that girl the way I did now, you told me she is related to you but you never told me who are parents are",
"Hmmm, Kelvin don't tell me you are admiring her"
"No, i'm not. Common she's too young. She just reminds me of a woman that attended my birthday party 5years back.
Stark's heart quivered.
"Where's her mom?"
"She doesn't have a mom"
Just then Lana came out with a plate of breakfast and a bottle of water.
"Young lady come over here"
She stopped, then walked towards the living room. The more she came closer, the more he saw the woman who laughed and had a different aura around her in his party 5 years ago.
"Damn! You look like her!"
"Like who?, she looked confused.
Kelvin turned to Stark, "Luke brought a date to my birthday. That lady was really pretty, and this girl is her look alike."
Stark's heart was about to give way.
"I look like who sir?"
Lana persisted.
Kelvin turned to her, " a woman named Michelle".
After what seemed to be eternity, she was eager to leave the house and resume.
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Tears (Part 15)

She grew into a beautiful sixteen year old. She had a femininity girls of her age didn't have. Slender yet Curvy. Her beauty grew along with her.

She pulled a drawer and took out a make up kit. She remembered the last time it was used. A memory of 5 years hit her. She pushed it out and started exploring each content.

The door to her room opened. She turned to see Matilda. She had a sunny smile on.

"Hello gorgeous"

"Good evening"

"Making up, suits you perfectly"

"Thank you".

Matilda got closer to her, she let one of her hand to fall gently on her left shoulder. "I want to tell you something". Lana's eyes shifted from the mirror to her face. Matilda sat on the bed to face her properly. She looked indecisive but went ahead anyway.

"You're grown now, and I want you to fend for yourself. You're old enough to take responsibility. I want you to work for me. You will be paid".

Deep down, Lana had an idea of what Matilda was talking about, she didn't care.

"When do I start?"

"I will take you there today, to see for yourself, then we will decide when you would start"

"Okay"

Matilda got up, looked at Lana “you are really pretty and attractive, you would do well", with that she walked away. Lana looked at her reflection in the mirror, she looked forward to getting paid.

8pm, she was already down, waiting. She wore a black jean, red fitted blouse, a black flat sole and a blue sling bag. Her hair was always packed into a bun.

Matilda met her waiting and was taken aback a little at her eagerness to see where she would start working. She pushed it aside, atleast she was going to get money from her, maybe even more than the rest of the girls she had.

"Let's go"

They got into her vehicle and drove for about half an hour. There was no conversation between them. They were both in thoughts. Matilda wondered what Lana's reaction would be, when she sees the job she would be introduced too. Lana on her part wondered how much she would be paid.

They finally arrived. Lana looked out of the window and saw 'BELLE'S HAVEN' written in front of a colourful building. She noticed it was away from residential areas. Outside was calm and quiet, but as they got in she heard chattering and soft music. She saw girls of different shapes and sizes, cladded in skimpy outfits. Some had cute legs, some had legs like footballers, some had a full chest, while some had slates. They all wore heels. She wondered on how they could walk in those kind of shoes. From every corner Matilda got greeting, she replied with a nod and a smile on her face. Almost all eyes gave Lana the stare. She ignored them and followed Matilda closely. The lights in the building blinked and each time it blinked a different colour comes out, only the lights in the corridor seemed to be steady.

They passed a roll of several doors, Lana guessed they were rooms. They got into what seemed to be an office. Matilda's picture hung on the wall.

"This is my office"

Lana looked round and wondered why she would have an office in a place like this.

"Matilda pulled a drawer and took out a single key, "come, let me show you something". Lana followed. They got to a door, Matilda inserted the key and turned. They got into a beautiful room, the bed wasn't big, it wasn't small either, it was just the right size. The bed sheet was silk red with matching pillow cases, the curtains were gold colour. Matilda opened wardrobe and beckoned on Lana.

"These are for what?"

"The clothes you would be wearing when you come here"

"They all look like underwears to me"

Matilda smiled,"they will make you more attractive"

"So what exactly would I be doing"

She just wanted Matilda to be clear and come out straight. "Well,you would keep a guy company here in this room, you would be paid for doing that".

Lana sighed, she took another look around the room, her eyes rested on a door. "What's that?"

"It's the bathroom, your bathroom".

Lana wasn't a little girl anymore, she knew what the whole business was all about, but she didn't care. The turbulence of 5 years ago iced her heart. Emotions and warmth left her heart. Deep down she still hated Stark, she disliked Matilda. She pulled open a drawer and saw a pack of condoms. She took it out, " would I need these also". Matilda nodded, "I'm sure you know what they are",

"I'm not a little girl anymore. So when do I start?"

"Anytime you're are ready"

The image of her mom came to her mind. She knew what her mother's reaction would be. She shoved it off!.

"Would I start today?"

"No, not today, maybe next week"

"Okay"

Matilda drove them back home. They met Stark in the sitting room, his eyes fixed on the TV. He greeted Matilda, she responded then turned to Lana, "I need to go back now, eat something", Lana nodded. Matilda left.

"Lana"

"Yes"

"Come to my front", she obeyed and stood in front of him.

"I see you're already introduced to the family business, it's a lucrative one, you know. Not so legal but then it is still patronised by people".

She kept mute and looked at him straight in the eye. The fear she had when she was younger, was no longer there. She was ready for anything. For the few years she had spent with them, he didn't touch her again, she wondered why. She sometimes imagined him coming to rape her again, this time she would hold a knife and stab him deep. But he never did.

"Can I go now"

"Yes you can"

She moved briskly to her room, took off her clothes, showered and laid to sleep. She was ready for anything life would throw at her. She had been through worse and that's losing her mother to the cold hands of death inspired by Stark.

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