?The Curse Of Cain?
©Tobi
Episode 7 & 8
Fun Night
Calvin waited in his study room, looking at the big TV screen on his wall. It was a live meeting with some of his distributors from around the world. The gentlemen on the screen were in a conference room , all suited up, and looking directly at Calvin who was only wearing a T-shi-t and some jeans. He was lying on the couch holding a newspaper while looking upwards at the 65’’ TV screen.
“So, that was why I killed him because he cheated. Not only did he lie to me, but he also kept my money
. This should be a warning to all of you. I have my men everywhere you are and right now I can be anywhere in the world, so as long as you are still interested in this drug business, I suggest you do as I say. I can be a nice man gentleman, but I lack patience. Have a great day.”
He said, snapping his f!ngersand immediately, the screen went off.
“Yes come in.” He said outloud as one of his guards, Ruzo c@m£ in.
“What is it this time Ruzo?”
“My Lord, it’s the lady, she is awake and trying to escape.”
Calvin observed his f!ngersfor a while, he nee-ded to get a manicure done soon…his nails were getting to white, this often happens whenever his birthday approaches and he hated it.
“Escape? Where is she now?”
“She is on the third landing.”
“Let her have her fun, tell all the guards to stay clear out of sight, even open the gate for her, but let her not see anyone. Let her think she is escaping….infact…” He looked up and said to the TV. “TV, Show me visuals of the third landing.”
Just like that, the TV c@m£ back to life and Sonia appeared on the screen as she was struggling with her arm and her leg….
The color returned to Calvin’s face as he saw her again….he had tried to stay clear of her eversince he lifted her that day
. even the whole three weeks she s£nt recu-perating at the hospital before being brou-ght home, he never for once went to see her….and seeing her now with almost that identical look with Trista….he couldn’t bear to look further.
“Let her take a stroll, let’s see how far she goes in the woods this evening. Once she realizes that there is no escaping this place, she will never try it again.”
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She threw herself out of the gate . A silent scream escaped her throat as she fell on her shoulder, the pain was overwhelming for her but at least, she was out.
. She threw her good arm out to support her b©dy while she tried to lift herself up.
It was too easy , perhaps God was actually looking out for her…
She looked behind her at the mansion she just left behind. Sweat and tears mixed, giving her some eyes burn as she finally knew what it meant to be caught, dead alive and free. Without taking another look, she headed into the woods….
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The br@mbles from the tree to-re at her cloth and she winced as the cold night breeze tickled her flesh. She was walking so clumsily and going out of breath . Every minute, she would pause to listen before continuing her journey. Leaves crunched un-der her feet and she totally ignored the pit of dirt embe-dded inbetween her toes or the sharp pain that lanced throu-gh her shoulders. They gave her the strength to keep going. Beads of sweat ran throu-gh her back and forehead in torrid waves of emotions, ma-king her hair cling to her delicate skin.
How worried her friends would have been? How worried would Ben be? He must be losing his minds right now…. Ben!
She paused and ru-bbe-d her palm together, checking each left f!nger, there was no ring. She gave off an exasperated sigh and walked towards a nearby tree which she held on to to cry for a while.
Looking behind her she realized she could no longer see the lights of the mansion, that could mean she was alre-ady far from there.
Thank God! She felt exhausted, she should relax a bit before going forward she thought and slowly, she lowered herself to the ground.
The stand dropped beside her, slightly missing hitting her leg, for which she was grateful. Then she leaned against the tree as she started feeling dizzy just before the darkness enveloped her.
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“Alright ,someone should go pick her up. That was enough fun for a day.” Calvin said to Ruzo as they watched her slump to the ground, sideways, her back visible to the screen.
“Yes boss” Ruzo said , leaving the room.
Once again, Calvin shifted his gaze to the screen….
“If you are not Trista then who the hell are you and what do I nee-d to do you?” He said, bringing his arm up again, looking at the vivid scar on his arm and finally looking at the screen as the breeze of the night breze opened p@rt of the cloth she wore, revea-ling the big black scar on her back……
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Got Got
“She bit you?” Calvin demanded, starring in horror at Ruzo’s arm as he could see marks of teeth there…
“Yea, that evil bit-ch bit me!”
Calvin gro-an ed. He has had enough of this savage of a prisoner, it was just some days after bringing her inside and she was behaving like a total maniac, b!tt!g his boys and sometimes kicking them if they tried to get so close. He had told them to demand answers from her on why she had gone up the stairs at the club and what she possibly she saw
. Each time she had always found a way to do something stupid, now she just bite Ruzo on the arm.
“Sorry, don’t worry we will get rid of her soon.
. Stay clear of her, no food for her today and tomorrow until I know what to do with her. Tell the cook.”
It was his mistake, he had thought she would be gentle and she would comply. Everyday she would stare at the CCTV c@m£ra in her room and start raining all sort of curses on them…sometimes he was amused, sometimes he would just think of sed@t!ngher…this was not Trista, Trista had more dignity than this and it wasn’t her fault either. Sody and those bloody triads had told him not to put a single scratch on her, if not, he would have dealt with her a long time ago
. A little torture would put her back to her s-en-ses.
But he couldn’t do that and he had always watched her behind the TV, for one thing, her confidence and boldness amused him….
However, it wouldn’t be long, she had just spent a week and few days, he was expecting a message from Sody today on what to do about her.
He adjusted his seat and snapped his f!ngers…the TV c@m£ on again. He sighed as he watched the girl on the TV.
She looked tired where she l@yon the be-d. The sling on her shoulder had alre-ady been re-moved and her whole b©dy was pinned to the be-d with several ropes.
She was starring at the chandelier above her and breathing heavily as if she had exhausted all her strength.
Calvin knew she had probably been trying to loos£n the ropes again. She just wouldn’t give up. He glanced at his desk behind the bottle of whisky on his table, behind it was her ring, which had grazed the bullet.
He looked away and back at the lady on the be-d and this time she was looking at the c@m£ra directly at him.
He swallowed. He felt like she was looking at him directly and not even the c@m£ra, and for some reason, her eyes s£nt some chills down his spine….she wasn’t smiling or blinking, she was just staring at him and he was looking at her.
He could feel the hatred burning inside of him on why Trista had to pick his brother over him….he had done everything for her, he had loved her so much but she..betrayed him and the betrayal so intense that he had to kill his brother but he hadn’t meant to kill Trista…the grief had killed her and it even wors£ned his case…and now, looking at this lady was like seeing Trista again, they look so different and yet so similar, the hair color was different, the skin too, but those eyes, they haunted him…this was exactly the way she was looking when she had said-
‘I’m sorry, but I love your brother….more.”
He hated her for looking so much like Trista and not being Trista, infact if she had been Trista probably he would have hated her more for haunting him …
Unable to take anymore of the pain and torture, Calvin snapped his f!ngersand the TV went off….just then his tablet rang and he picked it.
“Sody, any news?”
“Yes my Lord.”
“Okay? Is it blood? Do I have to kill her, extract her blood or what?” At least, with her gone, he could finally end the torture and no more thoughts about Trista…
Sody frowned, “no, none of the above my lord.”
“So what exactly am I keeping her here for, is it not kill her and if she dies I get my mortality?”
“No my Lord,”
“So what is it then cos I cannot keep her here futher again, she has done enough in this house.”
“I’m afraid my love you don’t have a choice.”
Calvin sat upright, starring at his tablet.
“What do you mean?”
“You have to keep her with you and woo her.’’
Calvin knew he had possibly heard wrongly.
“Come again, I didn’t get that.”
Sody sighed . “My Lord, you have to make her fall inlove with you, that is the only way.”
“I have to do WHAT?”