KILLER - Episode 4

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Mary sank her teeth further into his skin as the knock on the door got louder. He mustered all his strength and got hold of her neck. He began to squeeze her neck in an attempt to strangle her. “Mary, are you home?” A female voice shouted from the front door.  It was Uremma, Mary’s next door neighbor. She had told Mary that she was coming over and Mary told her she would be home. They had planned to watch a movie together. Mary kicked and fought, holding onto his hand with every life and strength left in her. He began to apply more force on her neck. Mary began to gasp for air. Suddenly, she let go of his hand and shouted out loud. “Uremma!!!” “Mary are you alright?” Uremma shouted. She began to bang loudly on the door. The attacker quickly placed his hand over Mary’s mouth. Then, he picked up a cloth on the kitchen table and tied her mouth shot. Quickly, he grabbed a rope from his pocket and tied her hands to her back. Then, he ran to the front door and opened it quickly.

Uremma was leaning against the door. She fell into the living room as soon as the attacker opened the door. He shut the door and grabbed her by the neck with a hand over her mouth. He dragged her to the kitchen beside Mary and tied her mouth shot as well. In fear, they stared at him. They knew him very well. Uremma was boiling with anger. She had thought that Mary was sick. Why did I not just call the police? She thought to herself. Maliciously, he ripped Mary’s clothes off and raped her. Tears rained down her face all through the grueling rape. Then, he turned his attention to Uremma and began to rape her as well. She too cried relentlessly. When he was done, he dragged Mary to the living room and strangled her. Then, he returned to Uremma. Her eyes pleaded for her life. She shook her head violently, pleading with him not to kill her. Cold-bloodedly, he strangled her to death.

“We are one step behind him,” Oifie told a team of investigators after the bodies of Mary and Uremma were discovered. They released Uchenna on the premise that the killings had continued while he was in detention. He was told to report to the police once every week. “This is the time to act and act fast. Rather than chase after him, let us make him come to us. We can no longer watch while this guy kills women in their numbers,” Oifie stressed. He paused for a moment. Anger was scribbled all over his face. He had never failed before and this killer was beginning to make him look like an amateur.

“How do we make him come to us?” Uzokwe asked. “By setting a trap he cannot resist. Ogechi here is a colleague. She has worked several cases with me and she has just been transferred from State CID to work with us. What I propose is risky, but I feel in my bones that this is going to work. I have found an apartment for Ogechi on Ogui Road extension. She will move in tomorrow. She will make a point of duty of walking through our target area - Owerri Road, Ilukwe Street, Port Harcourt Avenue or Ogui Road extension. She will go to shops, bars and gatherings in the area, dressed in sexy, hot outfits. She will make a point of duty to walk around in sexy, provocative outfits at night too. She will be armed at all the time. Also, we will have two armed men camped in her apartment at all times. In fact, I will be there myself. If he lives in this area, it is only a matter of time before he spots her and comes after her. Oge will be the bait that will bring him to us.”

Ogechi looked irresistibly sexy. Her backside sent shock waves in guys when she walked around. Her lips were full; luscious…incredibly appealing.  “Hello guys,” she said with a smile that had Gbolahan and Uzokwe lost. They gaped at her unable to think. “Guys, let’s get to work,” Oifie instructed slapping Gbolahan at the back of his neck. Within twenty-four hours, Ogechi moved into a nice apartment on the top floor of a five storey building. Soon, she was gallivanting the streets in skimpy, sexy clothes. She made sure not to wear bra sometimes. Her voluptuous figure had mouths wagging. Soon, young men were stopping by to check in on her. She would stop in bars and flirt with men without restraint.

Four nights after she arrived in the area, Ogechi was flirting in a bar on Ogui Road with a group of men. They were falling over one another to buy her drinks. She would smile, laugh and peck the guys, while brushing her busts against their bodies. He had noticed her from the previous night. It was 10:30 and the bar was getting ready to close in about thirty minutes. He sipped his drink gawking at her. Her busts dangled invitingly at him. He felt waves go through him. Soon, the bar closed and the customers trooped outside. Each man sought to go home with Ogechi, but she promised every single one of them that she’d go home with them the next day.

Slowly, she walked down the street and he followed her from a distance. She dangled on her high-heeled shoes with her backside rocking exuberantly. His heart was beating fast. He could not stop thinking of getting his hands on her. He stood outside and watched as she entered her building. He remained outside and watched. Soon, lights flickered to life on the top floor. He noted the apartment. A part of him wanted to run upstairs and attack her, but he had not spent enough time studying her. He needed to know enough about her before striking.

He followed his instincts and headed in a different direction. He knew that Maureen would be in bed by now. He had studied her schedule for weeks. She lived on Port Harcourt Avenue. He walked casually along the street. When he reached the building, he threw a mask over his face and tied in in place. He had begun to take extra precaution to keep from being found out. He jumped over the wall and walked carefully to the boys’ quarters where Maureen lived. He took out a chisel from his backpack and began to work on the kitchen window. Carefully, he opened the window and jumped in.

He tiptoed to the bedroom. He watched Maureen and stared at her for minutes. She was breathing peacefully as she slept. He had been watching her for long…now he had her within his grasp. Her busts stared at him as her night gown hung askew. He tapped her on the shoulder. She opened her eyes groggily. Fear crept into her. She scrambled to her feet. He quickly subdued her, pressing her to the bed. He worked quickly to tie her mouth shot. Then, he took out a knife and began to cut open her clothes. She shook her head, pleading with her eyes. He tried to access her, but she held her legs tightly together. He slapped her forcefully across the face and yanked her legs open. Before he could throw himself over her, she closed her legs again.

She could see anger traveling the length of his face. Then, she let herself go. She opened her legs and let him do as he pleased. She began to moan pleasurably, pretending to enjoy the rape. For the first time, he had found someone who enjoyed his act. He could not believe his ears. He ripped the cloth off her mouth and she moaned even louder. He became excited, holding and caressing her excitedly. “Thank you…thank you honey,” she said. “You like me? You really like me?” he asked her. His face was still covered. “Yes…yes, I like you. I like it. Thank you, honey,” Maureen said, faking pleasure and excitement. “You…you are special Maureen,” he said. Maureen listened hard. She had never heard that voice before. She listened hard and sucked every smell in the air out with her marauding nostrils. What does he smell like? What does his voice sound like? Maureen thought. She hung by a thread, hoping that her strategy would work. Every other girl had fought the killer in the past and they all ended up dead.

He knows my name. Gosh! Do I know him? God please save me, she continued to think and pray quietly. “Can I come and spend time with you again?” he asked her. “Yes…yes. I really love this,” she answered exuberantly. When he climaxed, he lay beside her breathing like a lizard that had just fallen off the tree. “If I come to visit you tomorrow, would you call the police?” “I have not been with a man in months. My boyfriend left me for another girl and each guy I tried to date afterwards showed little or no interest in me. If you stick by me, I will stick by you. I will love you with all my heart,” Maureen replied exuberantly, working hard to save dear life. “Are you sure?” he asked. There was concern in his voice. “I promise you, I will not give you away.” “If I showed you who I am now, you promise to keep that safe?” “You can do what pleases you, but sincerely, I will not…I will never give you away,” she assured him.

He thought about it for a moment. “Okay, I will be back tomorrow. If you don’t give me away, I will show you who I am.” “That is fine by me,” Maureen said. Her heart was beating fast. Does this mean he won’t kill me? she thought. He moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. She was disgusted, but she was willing to do anything to save herself. “I will do anything for you,” she said. “And, I will do anything for you too,” he answered. Ten minutes later, he put his clothes on, hugged her passionately and said, “See you tomorrow my dear.” “See you too my love,” she answered. He left through the window as quietly as he had arrived.

Her hands shook. She found her phone and searched for the police number. She had saved it on her phone some weeks back. Oifie had posted the number on all the streets in the area. She worked feverishly to find the number in her address book. “Hello,” a male voice said over the phone. “Hello, I have just been raped by the killer,” she answered. “You mean the Asata killer?” The male voice asked. Oifie was in Ogechi’s apartment. He had the police mobile line that was dedicated to the investigation on him. “Yes,” Maureen answered. He has just left my apartment.” “He did not kill you?” “No, I played along with him and he spared my life.” “You mean you pretended to enjoy the rape?” “Yes.” “Where do you live? I am sending men out in the street to search for him now!!!” Oifie was excited. He was willing to arrest every man in the streets of Asata at that point in time.

“No, don’t do it.” “Why?” “He promised to come back tomorrow. I think I led him to believe that I truly care about him.” “Do you think he will come back?” “Yes, he sounded like he is sad and lonely. He wants to be loved and accepted. When I told him that I cared about him, he spared my life. I am sure he will come back.” “I am coming to your address now,” Oifie shouted into the phone as he left Ogechi’s apartment. “I think we might be onto something,” he said to Ogechi as he woke Gbolahan up. They ran downstairs and towards the car downstairs. The killer followed dark, poorly illuminated paths as he walked carefully home away from prying eyes.


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Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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