AFLOAT SEASON 2 E. 7

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant 

- Robert Louis Stevenson

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"Oga Maurice, how your missus nah...yes she is okay...no! I'm outside, I can't call your name when I'm with her, come on... I'm a graduate oh, I no be block head like you..." 

Stanley smirked as his friend yelled curses at him over the phone. He had met Maurice during his days inside the dungeon. He had saved him from the gang issues down there, he owed the man his life.

"The car? It's there...I'm just waiting for the time...okay okay. Surely. I will tell you once it's done...see you."

Stanley breathed in the fresh air and sighed before flexing his muscles. After this job he was going to get a long rest, he promised himself then turned back and quietly pushed open the door. The sight across from him made him pause at the spot; the girl was twisting and struggling to undo the ropes around her. In her attempt she had succeeded in moving the chair towards the other end of the room and pushing her lose blouse that would fit a toddler further down her bare shoulders.

He watched her, fascinated by her attempts which he knew were futile. Just then a thought raced through his mind; how are you going to subdue and get her into the car when she is like this? Stanley cursed under his breath with frustration. 

Yes, this was his first body delivery job but this oversight was totally unacceptable and risky. How come they never thought of it? The girl was obviously stubborn and too feisty so he didn't need an oracle or a seer to reveal to him that she would put up a fight the moment he tried to move her out. He slammed the door shut and she jerked to a stop. He paced around the limited space of the dimly lit room confused.

Should I call Maurice? No that is out of the question. Do I strike her again since that had earlier put her out? 

He nearly cursed out loud. He had never hit any woman before. It was something he detested. Though he had sold his soul to the devil, he had not attained the rank of a demon yet. What's the difference? Kidnapping and sending an innocent girl to her death should gain you a seat next to the devil! The voice in his head taunted him. Stanley pushed that thought out of his mind and just then his alarm beeped and she yelped like a frightened puppy. He swiped the screen of his phone and the irritating sound stopped. It was 23:00 and almost time. Stanley's face contorted into a frown.

Dammit! He yelled internally. His mind raced as he tried to figure out a way out of the mess. The girl was sobbing, she never stopped anyway, so he decided to follow the first thought that crossed his mind;

“Listen, hey! I said listen!" 

He grated out as he took a step closer to her. She cringed and tried to turn away from him before hurriedly looking down at her bare feet.

"I promise you will soon gain your freedom but if you try to fight or stress me out with any smart moves then you will leave me with no other choice... I will drive this into you." He pulled out a pocket knife and she gasped out the moment she caught sight of the blade. "Do you want me to do that?"

His voice sounded fierce even to his own ears so he was not surprised when fresh tears started streaming down her slightly bloated face as she vigorously shook her head. Trying not to make a sound, she bit down on her lips and Stanley found his eyes wandering from her face to her lips. He sucked in a breath as a familiar sensation ran down his spine. His eyes lingered on her full lips as the fantasies he had safely tucked away flashed through his mind. Dapper! Yeah, he knew her nickname and every single detail about her. 

The girl had a strange charm he was finding increasingly difficult to resist despite his vow to stay off her kind as a way of immortalizing his wife. He loved his wife but somehow thoughts of her seemed to have receded. His eyes slowly slid down her disheveled apparel, taking in her exposed skin before finally settling on her face. 

They said she was pure, untouched by any but he was a man starved, though of his own volition but none of that mattered anymore as Stanley gradually considered being the vanquished in the war raging within him. Her long lashes fluttered severally before she finally got the courage to look up. The clouded depths of her swollen eyes called out to his soul and Stanley slowly covered the distance between them like a man in a trance.

NEXT

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