Anne “Think about it. What does he stand to lose if you’re dead? He’d get his freedom from you. He’d no longer be your puppet. He’d even get to run the business without getting threatened by a whim like you.” She shot her eyes towards me at the last statement. I simply shrugged and said, “His words, not mine.” “He wants to kill me?” she asked in a tiny, unsure voice. I let out an “mmhmm” while nodding my head and maintaining a straight face. “Not just that, Fifi fire, the first time you sent him to get rid of me, he told me a story… a dark one at that,” I said slowly for effects. “He indirectly mentioned having a hand in your father’s death.” Red, wet daggers stared straight at me, widening ever so hugely, almost threatening to jump out of their sockets. “What?!” came a low, threatening growl from the deepest part of her agonized throat. “Uh! Are you okay?” I asked ever so innocently. Just then, Joshua walked in, followed by one of the guys, who had a gun tucked in front of his

Vincent She shoved me back and wiped furiously against her mouth, as if trying to expel the repulsive thirst of my lips. Leaning back on the wall, she kept heaving, staring at me under hooded leads. Even before she did it, I knew she couldn’t resist. If she had a hand in Anne’s disappearance, it would be because she wanted me by her side. She leaned off the wall and rushed towards me, jumped up and wrapped her fore and hind limbs around me, then pounded her lips against mine, suckling profusely and moaning loudly like someone who’d been starved of food and water for ages. I wrapped my arms around her and deepened the kiss. She moaned, leaving my lips and feasting on my face, neck, and everywhere she could get her lips on. She almost pushed me off balance with how she kept pressing into me with all her weight. To stop myself from falling over and to move to the next phase of my plan, I carried her to the long couch and gently laid her there, following immediately because I couldn’t

Andrew After a series of confrontations by the police, we all came to an understanding, but not before I was pushed to the edge and wanted to unleash fury on those bastards. Vincent, who had always been on the unleashing end, was now the one holding me back. Those idiots didn’t want to get any case against them because Joshua was an influential billionaire. Any order from him and everyone in the police would be fired. That is what they made us see during our last clash. However, when they saw the target had changed to a not-so-influential threat, they cooperated, though they were still apprehensive. I swore to myself that I’d have all of them fired when we find Anne and get her back safely. Before Vincent went in, we had placed ourselves on different locations on the lookout for Fiona’s moves. I prayed she’d want to get things over with, now that things between her and Vincent were seemingly looking up. That is exactly what she did, because a few hours into watching Vincent enter, w

Anne If it were just the sea in sight, it would have been less shocking. I was rooted to the sand when all around my view lay bloodied bodies. I gasped and covered my mouth as huge, electric shivers ran from the tip of my feet straight to the core of my heart where, just like the steam engines of the Titanic, it began grinding against my heart. I couldn’t breathe. It was just like in Umende, but this wasn’t a virus. These people were shot dead. There was blood everywhere. ‘Vincent!’ I gasped, darting my eyes around. I forced myself to keep moving and get to safety, wherever that was, to avoid meeting the same fate as the people laying on the sandy ground. Too late. Right in front of me stood Joshua. He had dumped the jacket he had on earlier and was wearing his white designer’s shirt, which was now ripped and bloody like every dead body here. I stared at his predator-like stance and evil smirk, then wondered if truly it was my end. “Aren’t you the little damsel in distress ever

Anne There was yelling everywhere. I could also hear the annoying loud shriek of the siren just inches from my ear, making me scrunch up my face in sheer annoyance. “Anny!” I heard someone call out to me. It sounded so much like Pamela, or was Makayla, no...mum! I couldn't tell. ‘Was she in danger?’ I asked myself, trying to reach out my hand to her. But every movement I made came out futile. It was as if something like straps were holding me down. The worst part was, everywhere was freaking dark. ‘Am I still held captive? Did they pluck out my eyes? Was seeing Vincent, Andrew, and the uniformed men all a dream? Am I dead?!’ All these thoughts flew through my head in quick succession, but no answers were forthcoming. I tried again to open my eyes and move my limbs, but nothing. The only part of my body I could access were my ears, which I couldn’t, unfortunately, turn off; and my mind’s eye, which was floating in the abyss of confusion. I tried to scream. I did scream, but the so