"Well-well-well, what do we have here?" the biggest of them said. There was a total of three men in the cell and they were all very muscular. "It's a newbie." another said. All three of them had tattoos on their chests which I thought were their names. "What are you in for? the third, tattooed Peter, asked me. At first, I tried to ignore them. I walked passed them and sat on the floor, leaning on the wall. They all looked taken aback by my action that it took them a full minute to say something. " What the hell?" the second, tattooed, Clark, said, in a questioning tone. "Boys? It appears to me that we have a tough one here." the biggest among them, tatted Mark, said, cracking his knuckles. He kept his eyes on me like he was indirectly calling me dead meat. "When a question is asked, you have to answer it," Mark said. He grabbed my shirt with on hand and easily lifted me I could no longer feel the ground under my feet. With both of my hands, I got hold of his and tried to force h

"Not even if you offered me a million will I accept," I said to Mrs. Wilson. "Look, Devon, let's face the fact here. The truth remains that no matter what your answer to the judge is, I will still have my way." Mrs. Wilson told me. "So why do you need me to say that I am guilty of it?" I asked her. "Isn't it simple? It's because it means less work for me. Not just less work but also less camera time." Mrs. Wilson said.Little did she know that I wanted all that she was trying to avoid. More social media attention will only boost what I have planned for the future. Because once I get married, once I have it all and I shred them to nothing, people will look back on this day and question it. With that amount of power and riches, whatever I say stands as the truth just like Mrs. Wilson is doing to me now. Every bad deed, every evil crime that was committed by her and her son will get out in the open. Everything will consume them until they are dust even before the eyes of the poor th

"How did you get in here?!" the officer who dragged me up to my feet asked."Wait... Aren't these three the same ones sharing a cell with that houseboy we recently arrested? Quick! check the cell!" the one in charge ordered.Two policemen went ahead to do as they were told and came back with what was bad news to them, "he is not in his cell sir!" one of them panicked. "Come one! He couldn't have gone that far by now!" one yelled and a group followed in search of Devon.If he wasn't here there where was he? Did he escape on his own? "And you miss. You are coming with me right now." the officer holding me said and dragged me along with him.I was locked inside a small room and by morning all I could hear were whips. "Where did the newbie go?!" a voice shouted and the whip sounded, followed by the groaning of a man, "I don't know!" the voice which was groaning replied.Mrs. Wilson POV:I drove angrily on the road on my way to the station and almost ran someone over as a result of it, "

"Enough of that nonsense. We are taking my car to the location." I said. I remembered that Tamira and Xavier were waiting for me inside but then waved it off.They would have to take a taxi because of Tamira. I wouldn't want her waking up in the middle of the entire thing and learning more than she should ever learn.iI headed for my car with Clark and two policemen. When I reached there I saw that neither Xavier nor Tamira was in my car. Just when I was about to call him, I spotted a note on one of the seats."I took Tamira home in a taxi. She had woken up and refused to stay but. I will make sure to keep her locked in her room till you return." the note said.I tore the note just in case and I entered my car. With the help of Clark's directions, we arrived at a small hut."That is where we kept him," Clark said."Stay back with him," I instructed the two officers. I went into the hut alone and there was no one in it. Had he gone somewhere? Never mind. I will wait till he gets back.

Devon POV: It's been a long walk to nowhere. Nevertheless, I wasn't ready to give up just yet. I looked around me and the place was unfamiliar to me. My legs were aching from the long distance, my stomach was empty, and my throat was dried up with my mouth and lips. There was almost no hope of my surviving. I sat down at the side of the road and wondered, first, how I was going to find my way back on foot as I had no money on me. Second, of how I was going to eat and where I was going to stay. I knew no one in this place and no one seemed ready to let in a stranger. This was another poor side of the city, one of which I did not know. People paid no attention to me and just went about with their businesses. Soon I found an empty hut and I made myself at home. It didn't look like anyone stayed there anymore. "Excuse me, ma'am. Do you know the people who live here?" I asked a passerby, as I stepped out of the hut. The lady looked at me with indifference, hissed, and walked away. Th