HER ADDICTIONS

EPISODE 1

It was 7:30 am in the morning. As she forced herself out of bed, she felt a thumping in her head backed with a consistent growling from her stomach. Staring at the man disgustedly who was still wrapped up under the sheets sleeping, she scratched her head trying to remember as the events of last night eluded her. Oh shit! Not again she exclaimed; another night with another stranger of whom she knew completely nothing about. Sigh…

She made herself a coffee, then lit a cigarette and moved over to her balcony. She just turned 23 and her life wasn’t getting any better.  It was now a usual routine for different species of men to turn up on her bed every morning with little or no memory of how the previous night went.  Well, what was there to remember anyways; she hissed… apart from the fact that she was probably high on her ‘coke’ and made out with some random stranger in the club and seduced him all the way to her house. Undeniably, she was enjoying every bit of attention she was getting; the way the guys always rallied around her and later on, contributed in giving her a night filled with passion satisfying her every lustful pleasure. Working two shifts at the supermarket and at the mall, she was able to survive, rent a small cozy apartment and get herself a lot of cloud nine shit. She licked her tongue and gave a rather audible smirk at the thought of it. Her parents had given up on her already. To them she was just the black sheep, the loser, the addict! She was tired of trying to live her life based on their rules and regulations, she rolled her eyes. She was grateful for the job she had that enabled her to save enough to afford the apartment she now lived in. To make the situation worse, her siblings were all ‘achievers’ like her mum would always say. They never stood up the chance to mock and taunt her. She had to always bring up excuses not to show up at family gatherings. Oh, how she hated family gatherings. She wasn’t ready for love or a dumb ass guy flying around her. Her space was so precious to her; she liked her freedom; freedom to go to bed with whomever she wanted and freedom to sniff her coke until she felt numb. Moving away from her thoughts, she checked the time and realized that she had just 45 minutes to get ready for her rather boring job. Now, it was time to go wake up that dude to get the hell out of her house!

EPISODE 2

Sniper sat there staring at her conspicuously like a hungry lion about to take a kill. He had been stalking her for days now, conscious of her daily routine. He’d always follow her all the way from when she left her house for work, till she got to the club where she'd get high, make out with a stranger and then literally entice him all the way to her house. He could kill those men if he had the chance, for taking what was his. Marcie would never notice someone like him no matter how deep in the cloud she was. He was horrific; six-foot, 3 inches tall and totally round with layers of skin dropping from all over his oversized and disfigured body. He had scars in different parts of his body due to the incessant fights he always got into. She was too perfect for him but he wanted her so bad he didn’t care. He’d have her in his arms, in his bed, all to himself even if he had to do it the hard way or probably take someone out in the process; he grinned. It had really bothered him that those partially formed men were having their way with his girl. He asked the bartender for another shot and smiled as Marcie injected herself with heroin and bit her lip; that’s some badass shit; he said.

Marcie didn’t want a stranger with her today as she wasn't in the mood. She had caught eyes continuously with a horrible looking guy at the club and noticed that he had been staring at her so hungrily. Well, sorry for him he wasn’t going to have her rather, he should just go wank himself to death, she hissed. She’d rather enjoy her highness alone tonight. She called a cab that arrived approximately at five minutes; she hopped in, whispered her address to the driver before she bounced back on the chair to relax.
He caught sight of her leaving the club alone and he rubbed his hands together. He had his chance to make his move now. Oh baby I’m coming; he growled audibly. 

The cab pulled up at 4th Avenue Street and Marcie staggered out till she got to her front door. She scrambled through her purse in search of her key when she saw a shadow flash through her. Turning back hurriedly, she scanned the area but saw no one. Dismissing what she saw as a result of the drugs she injected herself with, she continued in search for her key. Suddenly, she heard a sound and turned around just to see someone she recognized. The bartender!

Brandon had seen her leaving the club alone and guessed it was the best time to make his move on her. His feelings always betrayed him whenever he saw her take drugs and allowed the men in the club to take advantage of her. She always looked so beautiful in her rough ponytail with bangs covering almost half of her face coupled with her smile that always lit up her face. She had a buttery and flawless skin with a figured body. Her long legs, smooth and straight, complimented her body shape. Despite his nervousness, he was going to tell her what he’s kept bottled in for more than a year now.

She stood there like a statue wondering what he was here for at this time. He was about six feet tall with broad shoulders and a nice haircut that exhibited his features in their right proportions. He had intense eyes that stood out and highlighted his face. He looked strong in a sexy way with mouthful lips. Marcie stop and concentrate! a voice screamed in her head. She’d always seen him at the club but figured out he’d probably be in a relationship or would never want to go to bed with a shit like her.

Hey! He said and smiled. Can I talk to you about something? She studied him for a moment before she nodded. Wanna come in?

From behind a pillar Sniper stood watching angrily. He had almost grabbed her before the ‘idiot’ showed up. He clenched his fists and snorted; I’ll be back for you girl and this time I’ll have you with no interruption!

EPISODE 3

She made coffee and offered Brandon who sat scanning the apartment thoroughly. It was simply lovely without so much effort put into it. With trembling hands, he shifted uncomfortably as Marcie sat on the sofa beside him. She looked at him and asked; want some spiced up molly? No I’m fine; he said. Well while I sniff my shit, I’m sure you’d finally find the guts to say whatever you came here for she winked and he nodded in affirmation.

Sipping his coffee, he studied her carefully imagining what her reaction to his confession would be like. "Marcie, I’ve liked you for a long time and now it’s just so impossible to hide it anymore. Everything about you catches my fancy. The way you talk, laugh out so loud, walk and even the funny looks you give when you get high. I'm certain that I'm in love with you because thoughts of you always invade my subconsciousness. I'd want to take you on a date...would you oblige me?

Marcie sat down completely confused on what to answer to the question. She moved away from him to sit in her armchair before letting out a heavy laughter. Here was a guy she’d always have guessed would never want anything to do with her. Probably, he just wanted a piece of the cake. So she stood up, moved towards him, taking off her shoes and swaying her body seductively then got in front of him and stripped herself bare from every clothing she was wearing... or you'd rather have me now Mister Brandon? He sat motionless without the slightest idea of what to do next. Damn! She was so attractive and hot he could see that clearly but this wasn’t what he wanted; well at least for now. He stayed glued for a minute watching the figure in front of him... as much as he’d like to have her all to himself, and make her feel every bit of him, he didn’t want to end up being regarded like the regular guys she seduced and took home every day from the club. He wanted a future with her and not just sex.

Protruding forward suddenly, he picked up her clothes and handed them over to her; Marcie, you’re a very attractive woman but I don’t just want this with you. I want you to go on a date with me and right now you aren’t thinking straight so please, just indulge me this once and go on a date with me. Looking dejected as it was the first time a guy had rejected her, Marcie wasn’t certain if she was impressed or angry because her hormones were wildly awakened and she needed all the pleasure she could get at that moment. Swearing at him under her teeth, she moved back away from him and asked him to leave. I don’t know what you want from me but I’m certainly never going on a date with a kid like you so just leave my house and never come back!

EPISODE 4

She was falling into a deep pit with her fingers barely grasping the wall, crying and screaming like her life depended on it. Suddenly, with an intensive and persistent knock on her door, Marcie was thrown out of the nightmare that had her sweating and panicking like a lost soul yet to be found. She had a throbbing headache that was on its way to driving her insane. Partially flipping on her robe, she made her way for the door half grateful because, the knock had ended her unfortunate misery and half expectant that whoever was on the other side of the door would not make her situation at the moment worse. She opened the door to a man who supposedly had a package to be delivered to her. She signed on a book he handed over to her, before retrieving the little white box from him. He looked up gave a wide grin before turning around to leave. Locking the door, she moved over and bounced on her sofa trying to unveil the package sent to her anonymously. She untied the bow carefully and was beyond doubt surprised to find just a pair of lingerie in the little box with a card that said “I’m hard and waiting baby ha ha ha”. She cursed under her teeth. This must be a fucking joke like what the hell! It definitely had to come from that bartender that evolved feelings for her out of the blues. Oh gosh he’s a fucking pervert; she hissed. I'll deal with him he'd regret ever crossing paths with me. Now, she wasn’t sorry for walking him out of her house. It was all sex they wanted from her sadly; well, fuck him! There and then it hit her that she had forgotten to take her favorite cereal. She walked over to the kitchen to have breakfast determined not to allow the contents of the package to spoil her day.

Brandon was busily humming and fixing up the bar when she stormed in. He was surprised because the club hadn’t been opened yet but was glad to see her until she got closer and he caught on sight the angry look on her face. She walked over to him seething with anger, the nerve of you to send me that package; she shouted. Damn! She looked so hot in her roughly laid down hair, with her eyes popping out thereby exhibiting all her features; he thought. Although he was completely thrown out of balance, he remained calm. I don’t know what you’re talking about Marcie I didn’t send any package to you. Just stop denying the obvious you pervert! She threw the letter to his face and to think I almost considered going out with you; she snorted. Let’s talk about this calmly please; just have a seat and I’ll pour you a drink. She sat down and he poured her a drink, scanning the letter carefully, he scoffed; this ain’t even my handwriting. There’s probably a psycho out there hitting on you but hell no this didn't come from me. She looked at him studying his face; but then if you didn’t send this then who did? I don’t know but trust me this is probably just a silly prank, don’t let it get to you. Meanwhile, my proposal still stands; I’m just asking for one date Marcie... thereafter, you can decide if you wanna go on with this or not. She nodded; Just one date right? He smiled; how about Friday night, 7:00 pm?

Sniper giggled softly watching from afar what had transpired between Marcie and Brandon. But then his happiness didn’t last for long as suddenly they were both calm and in the next minute, they were laughing and talking to each other. I'd have to get rid of him sooner or later if not he'll turn out to be a very big problem for me.


EPISODE 5

• She felt her fingers go numb as she scrolled through her phone revealing the new message she just received from an unknown number, depicting a photo with handcuffs clipped to the rusty rail of a bed with a whip on one corner of the room. By the side of the bed were photos of girls with bruises and injection marks all over their bodies. Underneath the photo read, 'I'll have you with me one way or another and then you'll be mine forever'. She stared into space wondering who could be so unreasonable to play such a prank on her. For some weeks now, she had been receiving anonymous packages and texts. 'It's probably some teenage boy who has a crush on her and is experiencing puberty changes at an early stage and didn't know how to control his hormones...she always thought. But this particular message gave her goosebumps and got her so scared. She practically had little or no friends who were just more of a bother to her than a solitude. It was now it dawned on her that her ignorant dismissals of some events could probably be connected to all the anonymous messages she's been receiving. The other day, it was a broken window she apparently dismissed as a mischief from kids playing around the block. Another day, she came back from work and realized her door wasn't locked and she blamed herself for being so careless. Oh God! she sighed and dropped her head back against the sofa. She really had enough reasons to be scared now. Could it be one of the men that she's slept with? Well serves her right for sleeping with whatever came her way. Her thoughts were interrupted by a beep from her phone 'Date with Brandon in two hours' was what the reminder icon popped up. Well some distraction I guess, to take this all out of my mind. She picked up her phone and dialed her dealer's number; I think I'm gonna need a whole lot of coke to keep me calm and sane for this date. It's just gonna be like every other normal day; she convinced herself... except an addition of food, wine, a fine man sitting across the table savoring his meal like he should be savoring her, she smacked her upper lip with her tongue at the thought of his divine mouthful lips and his strong hands. He obviously still had his head in the clouds thinking that there could be any relationship between them apart from sex.

  Soon enough, it was 6:00 pm and Brandon stared at the mirror in what seemed to be like the hundredth time. After drowning himself in his Smart's collection cologne, he called out for Mike who just arrived a few minutes ago, to inform him that he was leaving. Mike was his childhood friend who recently had financial issues and couldn't pay the mortgage on his house. So he agreed for him to spend a few weeks in his house till he got back on his feet. Brandon had only a few minutes before the scheduled time to meet up with Marcie. He made a stop by a flower shop to get roses for her before heading towards her house to pick her up.


EPISODE 6
Walking hurriedly along the bush path leading to the walkway of Brandon's backyard, Sniper was determined to explore his apartment to his satisfaction before he came back. He climbed the stairs of the yard with an unfathomable sequence till the back door was in sight. He scanned the area carefully to ensure he was alone before bending slightly to pick the lock of the wooden door with a lowered glass frame. It wasn't so much of a struggle before the door made a squeaking sound and went wide open. He smiled to himself and walked in confidently. 'Hmm nice house, he said as he walked past the kitchen before making a stop abruptly at the sight of the refrigerator. He opened it, took out a beer and emptied the contents into his mouth precipitously. Wow! that was so good, he smirked. He made his way to the sitting room observing the interior decoration and nodding in affirmation. He was about heading up the stairs when he accidentally kicked his foot against the bottom of the stairs that prompted a heavy glass jar close by to fall to the ground, shattering into tiny pieces. He yanked his feet up in pain, and gave an outcry, oh shit!
Mike was jerked out of sleep by a heavy thud he heard. Convinced that it came from the house, he forced himself out of bed walking hazily towards the stairs where inaudible noises were coming from. It's probably Brandon, he thought. He stood at the foot of the stairs and called out his name till he caught sight of a rather huge man staring back at him at the other end of the stairs. Hey man! who are you? he said as he dashed down the stairs trying to get a hold of him. Sniper now totally confused and surprised that he wasn't alone tried to get away but was immediately approached by the muscular man that grabbed his arm. He tried to lose his arm free from the tight grip by punching the man hard on his stomach that sent him aback giving him the chance to make his move. Mike regained himself and ran towards him releasing a heavy punch to his face that sent him sprawling on the ground. Aware of the strength of the man he'd have to battle with to get out of this situation, Sniper reached out into his jacket and grabbed his pocket knife. Mike continued to punch him until suddenly, he halted and gawked as blood drooled from his mouth. He fell to the ground and held the knife that was still deeply embedded in his stomach. Sniper stood up, went over to where the wounded man laid, grabbed the knife from his stomach and continued stabbing him repeatedly till he stopped breathing. Assured that he was dead, he hurriedly dashed out through the back door into the dark woods.


EPISODE 7
He had arrived at exactly 7:00 pm and climbed up the stairs to the entrance. He rang the bell for about ten seconds before she finally opened the door. Wow, you look beautiful; he awed. Stretching out his arm; he whispered quietly, shall we? Determined not to make too much of an impression, Marcie had dressed up in a short black leather skirt combined with a netted white crop top and a heeled black boots with a coat that was hung in her arm. He looked so handsome in his casual collar neck polo that exhibited his great physique with his dark blue jeans that rounded the whole look satisfyingly.
They had dinner in a restaurant that had an open roof on the top floor. The view was amazing with romantic scenery in place. They ordered food, wine and dessert and talked till the moon was fully out. He had held her hands a few times and made some eye contact with her. This really felt good, she thought. Although she liked every bit of attention she was getting, she was scared of letting down her walls and allowing this man to capture every bit of her heart like he was doing now. He was funny, had a nice dentition and smiled a lot...what was there not to like in this amazing creature sitting across the table? After a few hours, they were finally exhausted and decided to head home. He dropped her off at her apartment and kissed her lightly on her cheeks. They said their goodbyes and he started off,  heading towards the direction of his house.
In fifteen minutes, Brandon was home. He parked his car and proceeded to the entrance of the house with complete alacrity, grateful for how the events played out that night. It actually played out better than he had imagined. She was a total beauty to behold... the way she rolled her eyes unknowingly, how she shivered whenever he touched her hands trying so desperately to avoid eye contact with him, he smiled. Everything about her suited and appealed to him... her perfectly shaped body, her hair, lips everything! He slotted his key into the keyhole and got in still fully alive in his thoughts. Something definitely looked wrong, first, he noticed the glass jar that was scattered to pieces on the floor and then a few things that were totally out of place. Mike? he spotted a figure close to the door leading to the backyard and froze. He ran over to where Mike's lifeless body lay...blood was spattered everywhere in the area around him with multiple stab wounds on his chest and stomach. He slid his hand under and lifted his head up... oh my God, what the hell happened here, as tears were already stung in the corner of his eyes. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone before dialing a number...' Hello this is 911, what can we do for you? my friend is dead he muttered...Uhm I came home to find my friend lying dead, he fought to gain control of himself. 'Okay we're on our way we just need your address. No. 9 Crimson Avenue was all he could say and wondered if he was audible enough...' just hold on sir we'll be there in no time.
In less than five minutes, the cops arrived with an ambulance and experts to investigate the crime scene. They asked the already shook Brandon some questions that he could barely answer. They demanded for him to show up in the station the next day for some procedural questions. Amidst the chaos, he looked for a quiet place to inform Mike's parents on the death of their son. After getting off the phone with them, he felt so guilty as he suspected that whoever killed Mike came for him and his friend was just a victim of a bad circumstance. But who would want me dead?
Marcie was awakened by a knock on her door. She checked the time, it was just a few minutes to midnight. She staggered out still dazed by the drugs she took that night... she peeped through the peephole on her door before turning the lock open surprised to see Brandon looking so dejected. What are you doing here so late? My friend Mike was murdered in my house, he sobbed. She gaped, come on in... tell me what happened.


EPISODE 8
He told her everything, from how he returned home after dropping her off to find him dead and the events that followed after. She held him close trying to pacify him, half wondering if she was being too forward. It's all my fault... I'm the one who should be dead now, this is such a disaster. Who would go as far in wanting me dead huh? No, no it's not your fault Brandon... you never predicted this would happen, It's all fine... may he rest in peace. Funny enough I think someone wants to hurt me too...I've been receiving anonymous messages and packages of questionable and scary contents. Remember the little card I showed you the other day at the club? he nodded. Well that's just one of the many messages I've received plus some other happenings around the house that I've been noticing. He sat up, this is serious Marcie... you need to report this to the police. It's better safe than sorry. I don't think so... they'd probably dismiss it as some joke since no one has made a direct attempt towards me. He placed his hand on her face and felt her smooth skin, stroking it indefinitely... please, first thing tomorrow morning come with me to the station to report this okay? she nodded. The sincerity in his eyes, the hands that softly stroked her face now, triggered her hormones. But this time it was something else she felt, not just a chance she saw to get him into her bed. She felt something unusual and unnatural... goosebumps raided her skin the more he stared into her eyes. He protruded forward, placing a kiss on her lips and redrew almost immediately. Why did he stop? she thought... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... he didn't finish his statement before she drew him gripping his mouth in a long-lasting entanglement that sent shivers down her spine. He couldn't decipher how he felt...her lips so soft, took on his like an unquenchable fire. He slid his hand down her back till it reached her waist before grabbing her up and placing her on top of him. She unbuttoned his shirt and allowed her hands to have a tour around his muscular body with great intensity. She bent her head slightly and kissed his neck swiftly tracing her tongue down his chest, then to his abs. I love you Marcie...he whispered into her ears and it caused her to pause for a minute, then raised her head up to meet his gaze. His eyes now burning with intensity gave him such a good sexual appeal she couldn't resist. She savored his lips again, while allowing her upper body press against his. She felt his shaft go hard against her now revealing bare thighs. "I've loved you from the onset and I see a bright future for both of us". She stood up suddenly, stared at him in the face with a look he couldn't quite place... especially after all they just shared... you can sleep on the sofa; goodnight. She walked out quietly without uttering any further sound. And that was it for the night... sadly.
 Soon enough, morning came engulfing every bit of darkness that there was. He couldn't sleep all night... first, trying to decipher the whole mystery behind his friend's death and then the uncertainty he saw in her eyes. What was she really scared of? the thoughts of what they had shared, paraded her subconscious giving way to doubts and fear. She'd never have someone so determined to have her sincerely. It all felt so good to be true, she struggled to find solace in her heart...somewhere in her mind, she felt that he wasn't what he seemed to be and at any moment, he could switch up on her.
Good morning, she said as she strolled into the sitting room. He was up already, struggling with the lace of his Nike sneakers...he looked up, fixing his eyes on her like he could see through what she was wearing... good morning Marcie, how was your night?... she nodded and muttered something under her breath, he presumed. I'll be heading to the station as demanded by the cops this morning, I figured you'd want to come with me to report the constant strange messages you've been receiving like we agreed. She handed him coffee... I'll be ready in ten minutes.
She had packed her hair into a ponytail...wearing a black tank top and blue shorts, she looked simply pleasant. He had expected her to talk about last night, but it seemed like she was fine acting like nothing happened. They moved out of the house without uttering any word; like perfect strangers.
Sniper had seen him coming out of Marcie's apartment with her tagging along at the back... he immediately concluded that they had spent the night together and his adrenaline hormones were triggered. He was tempted to jump out from across the street where he was watching them from to harm Brandon... but that would be incredibly stupid of him so he stayed put. It should have been you asshole and not your friend, he spat out.

EPISODE 9
In about two hours they were on their way back from the station...it had been so emotional for him especially because he had to relieve the whole ordeal surrounding Mike's death. His parents were also there trying to ascertain what had happened to their son... he felt so guilty seeing his mum break down in tears, oblivious of how she'd go on from now without her only son. As if that wasn't enough, he felt the cops were trying to place him at the stage of the crime. Did they actually think he'd kill his own friend?
Placing her head outside the window as Brandon drove through the quiet road, she let the cool breeze wash through her face allowing it to clarify all of the mixed feelings bottled inside of her. As she guessed, they had dismissed all the information she gave them about someone stalking her. They had predicted it to be coming from a teenager who couldn't handle his hormones and they assured her that if she felt directly threatened, she could come and file for a complaint and then they would have a case. The uncertainties she felt were eating her up... and she knew quite well that the antidote to whatever she was feeling now, sat beside her with his hands on the steering... focused to a fault. She had barely said a word to him all day and part of her knew that she was being so unfair to him especially because she knew he was in between a rock and a hard place and needed as much solitude that he could get. Uhm about last night, you've barely said a word about it... Brandon interrupted her thoughts. She looked at him defiantly... there's nothing to talk about so please let's act like nothing happened. I can't go on like we shared nothing...I'm sure you felt it too. What are you really afraid of huh? I can wait honestly... there's no rush, take your time... all I need to know is if you're in this with me. I'm not interested Brandon! get yourself another woman, she said but was immediately transfixed as the car came to an abrupt halt. Brandon breathing fast now, immediately stepped out of the car on seeing a wounded animal he presumed to be a dog on the road bleeding carelessly, an inch in front of them. He inspected his tire and realized that it was deflating due to some sharp objects that laid scattered around on the road. As he was about moving further to take a proper look on the wounded animal, a heavy object from behind landed on his head springing him into partial unconsciousness followed by immense pain and then blackout. Brandon? she was in despair still clueless of what just happened. She jerked when a horrible looking man triggered immediately into the car trying to get a hold of her. She ventured into the back seat kicking and fighting with every strength she had in her. He held her legs and flipped her over desperately trying to keep her in place to gain control. She scratched his face and punched him in the nose and he wailed... bitch! He took out a syringe from his back pocket and held her leg in place before injecting her with the substance. She grew quiet all of a sudden as the drugs started taking its effect on her. Yeah, that's how I like them... quiet and calm as an angel; he laughed before pulling her out and disappearing into the woods.
Brandon fought to regain consciousness as his head ached horribly. Lying by the side of the road, his eyes were dimmed beyond imagination and blood gushed out of his head. He staggered and helped himself by leaning on the bark of a tree. He got up and scanned the area, Marcie was nowhere in sight... he screamed her name uncontrollably... Oh God, I can't lose her too please help me. He stepped into his car and reversed... heading back to the station, determined to make it no matter how slow he had to drive due to the severing of his tire.

EPISODE 10
She woke up to a strange environment, still dazed from the effect of the substance she was injected with. She tried to move her hands, they moved a little and stopped. She turned her head only to realize that she had been handcuffed. Everything looked the same as in the photos she had been receiving... the handcuffs, whip, the dump, the pictures of the bruised women! She tried to struggle herself free... what do you want from me you bastard! what have I done to deserve this huh! her body wreaked with so much pain, she let out an outcry. The room was a dump, filled with pictures of different looking strange women, bruised and dirty... there were dirty dishes on a stool beside the bed and an unfathomable smell that overwhelmed the room. On one corner of the room, different sharp objects and equipment were arranged in a sequential order. They included knives, spanner, hammer, a saw, sledgehammer, and other objects that she couldn't recognize. She heard footsteps and braced up herself to look the man who had done his to her in the face. Oh, baby, you're finally awake... we're gonna have so much fun; he winked. She stared at him in total disgust... he was really horrible in every sense of the word and with a body that could fit into a big container. Why does it feel like we've met before... hey! I remember you, you're the guy from the club the other day that had been staring at me... you pervert! she said seething with anger. Wow-what good memory you have... well look at me! he came close... I'll be having you now and there's nothing you can do about it; he roared in laughter. You see these women in these pictures, they're all addicts like you and that fucking triggers my hormones! And they all begged for their lives before I killed them... well not before I had a  good feel of them, their body, tasting every bit of them... he licked his lower lip. You know I like them unconscious and fully injected just like they'd enjoy every bit of the drugs themselves. Marcie screamed... just let me go and I promise no one would know about this... she begged. Haha... you ain't going nowhere baby; he said with a drawl... he moved towards her with a syringe in his hands smiling... she screamed and yanked in pain. Save your strength, no one is gonna hear you... he drew her hair backward before injecting her again.
Meanwhile, Brandon arrived at the station with his right hand to his head trying to prevent it from bleeding further. A cop immediately rushed towards him... are you okay sir? Instead he screamed; she was kidnapped, please help me... he kept stuttering until he fell to the ground motionless.
Sniper sat looking at his newly prized victim that fought to gain consciousness with so much pleasure... he stood up and took his whip in his hands... moved towards her, and started flogging her mercilessly... he liked as fear streaked from her face as she struggled between the daziness and pain she was feeling... she screamed and begged for help. He abandoned the whip and unzipped his trouser, now I'll show you how much of a man I am.
Brandon woke up oblivious of where he was. It took him five minutes to ascertain that he was in the hospital. His head, now covered with a bandage hurt so badly...he was trying to remember what had ended him up in the hospital when a tall cop walked in, addressing himself as Detective Tony. It was then it dawned on him... he then proceeded to free himself from the syringes that were put on him before the cop stopped him. Before you passed out, you said something; she was kidnapped...was it the woman you were with at the station earlier today?

EPISODE 11
He narrated everything to the detective as he tried to remember every detail possible. The blow to his head must have really come from a big and heavy object to render him this unstable and in pain. Struggling for words, he added one more thing that could be of help in finding her. Sir, I still have one of the letters from the anonymous psycho. Probably we could retrieve it, take it to the mailman that had delivered the package to her, inspect their records and trace it to whomever sent it... that's the kidnapper. Well thanks for your help Mister Brandon but you need to rest... I and my men would start the investigation immediately.
Three days had passed but it felt like forever. She could barely breathe as she was constantly drugged with little or no food to eat. Tears streamed her face like a fountain of water... she looked like a dump and felt like one. He had forced himself on her countless times... she sobbed as she relieved the horrible ordeal. How she missed him and inwardly hoped he was still alive... would I ever leave his place? she yawned and closed her eyes back to sleep.
The results for the investigation came out and in the process of finding the killer, they suddenly placed the facts together and reached the conclusion that Marcie's abduction was connected to Mike's murder. They informed him and he was shaken from the information he just received. Brandon had pasted her picture on the corner of every street. The cops had put the word out there to report anyone who looked suspicious and dangerous. They had received some prank calls presumed to be from jobless teenagers.
After a week of thorough investigation, the cops received a call from a salesperson at a supermarket reporting a man who he had always observed, frequently purchasing many syringes and dock tape for the past week. They retrieved his biodata and found out that he's been arrested before for sexually harassing a minor and for also stalking a woman plus other charges. He also lived around the area where Marcie was abducted. They've got their man!
Sniper was surprised to see the police show up in the store as they surrounded him. 'Your hands on the air was what the cops said as one of them went behind Sniper and handcuffed him. You're under arrest for the murder of Mike Wallace and the abduction of Marcie Cooper, anything you say or do will be used against you in the Court of Law... you have the right to an attorney if not one would be provided for you by the state government' the cop said as he yanked him up and led him away.
They tortured him severely to reveal where he had Marcie hidden away. He proved stubborn at first refusing to spill anything... after two days of intense torture he spilled out the location he had her locked up. Well that's if you'll find her alive anyway, he laughed wickedly as blood spilled out from his mouth uncontrollably. They called Brandon to inform him about the progress of the investigation and called for backup. They were going on a rescue.


EPISODE 12
The cops arrived at the scene and covered the area. They had their dogs with them sniffing to certify the particular place in which she was held. They walked twelve yards before the dogs started barking at a spot... something that looked like a building underground. Brandon was with them determined to render every help necessary in finding her... a ray of light shone in his eyes as the dog sniffed out the spot. He rushed immediately to open the ledge, covered by leaves and branches, that led them into the cellar. As they got in, they were immediately welcomed with the horrible smell that flew upon their face. They turned on their torchlights and scanned the room. On the floor were syringes laying about on the floor and old bloodstains spattered on the wall. They heard little noises coming from behind a door and moved towards it. As they came closer, it revealed an underground tunnel in which they went into, still following the noise. Help me please, she kept fighting to raise her voice to the maximum level as her strength could carry her. They moved past the tunnel into a room that and the voice grew louder... Search the room!... the Seargent called out. Brandon turned the tables, throwing everything to the ground as one of the men shouted; I've found her! He rushed over immediately and knelt down beside her. Oh Marcie I'm sorry I couldn't find you earlier... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you... please forgive me. Staring at her, she was a complete opposite of the girl he knew. Bruises on her wrists, injection marks, wounds all over her body and her eyes that dimmed from so much fear and pain. She was the shadow of herself, he wept silently. It's fine Brandon, it's nobody's fault; was a faint voice he heard as she touched his face. He carried her up into his arms and hurried out of the tunnel. The ambulance had arrived, so they helped her up into their aid and rushed her to the nearest hospital with Brandon following in suit... not wanting to leave her for a second.
Two weeks passed, weeks of hope and torture as Brandon prayed to God to help her recover. The doctors had pumped out a lot of solid hard substances from her body plus the neutralizing antidote they injected her with to neutralize the effect of the drugs she had been injected with. He rushed to the hospital immediately the doctors called to inform him that she had woken up and asked to see him... only him.
Hey Marcie, he said and knelt beside her bed... he held out a flower; a rose for the prettiest woman in the world... he held her hands as tears trickled down his face. I'm sorry for everything... No no, she placed her hand on his face... It's I that should be sorry Brandon. You know, while I was locked down there for days;  beaten severely, injected continuously and raped consistently, ... I realized that I was unfair and being so stupid with everything I said to you... I'm ready to do whatever it takes to love you Brandon... she said as tears stung on the corner of her eyes. I'm gonna go to rehabilitation, whatever! I just hope you'd stay by my side and support me till I'm ready...till I find myself.  He could only but smile at this woman on this hospital bed, strong and vibrant, willing to live her best life and above all with him by her side...he was just grateful that she was alive and well. He kissed her hand before leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead; I love you Marcie and I'm never leaving your side. All she could see now were roses and sunflowers... her thorny days were finally over.


THE END



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