KILLER - Episode 11

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Igbokwe slept deeply, snoring as he relished every moment of his sleep. His pains were increasing. He needed proper treatment but he was too afraid to leave the building. When his body hit the bed, he went off. Joy could not sleep. Her eyes were wide open in the darkness, while her children slept – not peacefully though. Oifie found a door on the other end of the building. It led to a room downstairs – visitor’s room. He worked with one of his men to break the door open. Joy thought she heard something. Her ears were sharp. Oifie and his men poured into the building, making sure not to make any noise. Next door, Ogechi lay in wait with several other men, while another group was right behind the house getting ready to move into the compound.

Carefully, they marched from the visitor’s room downstairs into the living room. One step at a time, they navigated through the building, remaining downstairs as they attempted to make sure that Igbokwe was not downstairs. They had seen his flashlight move as he retired to one of the rooms upstairs, but they wanted to be completely sure. Igbokwe had outwitted them several times in the past; this time, they wanted to make sure that there was no escape for him. More armed policemen trouped into the compound, carefully positioning themselves around the house. Then, Oifie led his group upstairs. Just as they began to ascend the stairs, one of the policemen brushed against a vase on a size stool, sending it to the floor. The vase smashed, waking everyone upstairs. Igbokwe woke up in sheer anxiety. He took his touch and knife and dashed out of the room. He swerved and made a mad dash into the next bedroom where Joy and her children were. He flashed the torch around and all three of them were there.

There is someone in this building, he thought to himself. He was panting like a Christmas goat heading for the abattoir. “I promise you, I will have you all killed before they come up here,” he snarled at Joy and her children. The children began to cry. “Shut up,” he ordered them. “I know you people are in the building. I have a mother and her two children here. If you move any further up here, I will slay them before you know it,” Igbokwe shouted out loud. He had opened the door slightly to allow his voice to stream seamlessly downstairs. Oifie signaled at his men to pull back. They moved quietly back to the visitor’s room. “How do we approach him?” Gbolahan asked. “I wish I had an answer to that,” Oifie answered. They spoke in low tones.

Upstairs, Igbokwe ordered Joy and her children into the wardrobe. There, he tied them firmly, locked the wardrobe door and then, lay on the bed. He was battling with the pains from the cuts in his thigh and his back. His heart was racing as he thought of what to do next.

All of a sudden, he leapt to his feet, ignoring the pains that were zigzagging through his body. He opened the door gently and peaked towards the stairs. There was no one there. He dropped to his knees and crept to the back window. Slowly, he pulled the curtain backwards and peered into the backyard. There, he saw armed men positioning themselves. His heart sank into his stomach for a moment. He quickly creeped back to the room opened the wardrobe door and removed the gag from Joy’s mouth. “Call your husband on the phone now!” He said menacingly. He freed her hands while her legs remained tied. He children watched helplessly. Shaking, Joy dialed her husband’s number. “Honey!” Martin answered anxiously. “Yes dear,” Joy replied through tears. “That is enough!” Igbokwe snarled at Martin. He had grabbed the phone from joy. “Now listen. If you want to see you family again, tell all the policemen you have sent in here out of this compound, right now. I mean all of them. If one single one is left here, I will slaughter your family like rabbits!”

His voice was infused with utter anger and frustration. He placed his knife behind Joy’s neck and slowly pressed the blade into her skin. “Ayoo!!!” Joy shouted in pain. “Please don’t kill me,” she begged. “I will have the police leave immediately,” Martin promised. “All of them! Now!!!” Igbokwe yelled. “You have five minutes or I kill your wife first,” he emphasized before hanging up the call. He took Joy with him, placing her in front of himself as he walked to the back window one more time. Less than three minutes later, he saw the policemen leaving through the same way they had come – over the back wall. He dialed Martin one more time. “I know some of them are inside. If I don’t see them leave, I will cut your wife’s throat now,” he threatened. “I know that chief investigator on this case. I know he is inside the house. If I don’t see him leave, it is over.” He hung up again. Moments later, Oifie, Gbolahan and the men who had entered the house earlier left. Uzokwe was left behind. He creeped into the food store beside the kitchen and hid behind bags of rice and garri.

Also in the generator house were two heavily armed policemen. Igbokwe’s heart rate settled a bit. He climbed downstairs carefully, using Joy as a shield. Picking his steps behind her, he walked down the stairs carefully. He scanned the living room at first, and then searched it thoroughly afterwards. Then, he headed for the kitchen, using Joy as a shield all the way. He checked the dining area, the spare room the toilets and bathroom downstairs. Convinced that the building was clear of ‘interlopers’, he returned to the living room, heaving a sigh of relief. Once more, he turned his attention to Joy. “Remove your clothes!” He snarled at her. “Please don’t…I can’t do it, please,” she implored him, but her plea fell on deaf ears. “Remove your clothes before I cut your to ribbons!” He ordered her.

“Go ahead…kill me if that is what you want. You come into my house and treat my children and I like animals. You take over our homes and our lives and now, you want to steal my dignity. You can force yourself on me if that is what you want, but I won’t offer myself up to you, sir,” Joy said out of nowhere. It was as though some force jumped into her and steeled her nerves. Her eyes gazed at him with new-found courage. “You want to try me? Have you no idea that I can waste you right now?” “Go ahead…go ahead and waste me. At least, I’d die with my dignity intact.” “He slapped her across the face and pressed her into the couch. With knife in hand, he buried his left knee into her back and began to rip her clothes off. She fought hard, but he was too strong for her, even with one hand. “I will rape you ferociously and then cut your children’s throat in front of you,” he swore angrily under his breath.

The mention of her children sent chills through her veins. “Kill me but don’t touch my children. They are only children. What have they done to you,” she replied. “No, I will not kill you. I will kill them in front of you after raping you!” “You are the devil himself.” “You found out too late!” He ripped away her dress, and began to pull at her underwear. She kept fighting, but he dug his knee further into her back, exerting more force on her. “God will judge you!” Joy declared in pain.  “I know he will never let you get away with all these!” “I have been getting away, and I will still get away with this one,” Igbokwe replied arrogantly. “Not for long…not for long. Soon, He will catch up with you!”

He tossed her underwear aside. His eyes got bigger as he admired her beautiful body. He could feel a rush of lust swept through his body. He placed the knife on the floor beside the couch and began to force her into a favorable position. He wanted her to lie on her back, but Joy was not about to make it easy for him. She held onto the couch with all her might. He yanked her hands off the couch, turned her around forcefully and pressed her back into the couch. She twisted and turned in a desperate attempt to prevent him from raping her. He swooped on her, breathing hard with vile excitement. She cried and twisted to no avail. Igbokwe held her in place with one hand and the help of his legs and began to yank off his trousers. She turned yet again, but he pushed her back into position. Working frantically, he pulled down his trousers and boxers slightly and moved towards her. This time, he was heading for a slam dunk. His body shivered with indescribable excitement as he imagined the pleasure of having sex with her.

Kaboom!!! The shot went off. It was deafening. Blood splattered across Joy’s naked body. She placed her hands over her face as she shook in utter fear. Igbokwe rolled off her body yelling in pain. He picked up the knife that was beside the couch as he fell and attempted to stab Joy, but before he could do so, Uzokwe who had fired the shot swooped in and yanked his hand away. He was writhing in pain, so he could not maintain hold of the knife. Uzokwe took the knife off him and kicked him in the stomach. He turned and attempted to stand his to his feet. He held onto his right shoulder which was hit by Uzokwe’s bullet. “If you move one inch, I will blow your brains off,” Uzokwe warned him. “Bastards!! Bastards!! I told them all to leave!” He shouted. With the nozzle of Uzokwe’s gun pointed at him, he remained on the floor.

“Come in guys! I need help!” Uzokwe shouted. The policemen who had been hiding in the generator house rushed in through the open window in the guest room. The barrels of their AK-47 pointing at Igbokwe as they trouped in talking on the radio. “Madam, we are here to help you,” One of them said removing his jacket and tossing it on top of Joy who was still shaken up. They looked away as she tried to cover herself with the jacket. “Go upstairs and cover yourself, madam,” Uzokwe urged her. She covered herself the best she could and ran upstairs. She quickly jumped into a dress and untied her children. Minutes later, the house was swarming with armed police as Oifie and his team returned, this time through the gate. Joy and her children were taken to a relative’s house while Igbokwe was taken into high security police custody vehicle. “I told you…I said you won’t get away with your evil acts for much longer,” Joy had stopped to say to Igbokwe before she left. She stared him straight in the eye. He tried to evade eye contact, but she pushed her face into position, making sure that he saw her face. “This is the end of the road for you, blood sucker!” she said authoritatively. “This is not the end!” he snarled at her defiantly.

STORY CONTINUES... CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 12

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Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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