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KILLED IN COLD BLOOD

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      “Davies, go to your room now, it’s time to sleep,” Helena said.

      “Alright, mum. How about you, mum?” Davies said.

      “I will join in the sleep soon. Let me feed Oliver finish,” Helena said.

      “Okay mum, goodnight,” Davies said and stood up.

      “Goodnight, Davies; no nightmare,” Helena said.

          Soon, Charles, in the company of the three other light-fingered guys, stood in front of Helena’s house entrance door. They were all masked and armed.

      “Who is at home?” Charles said with a cool voice.

      “Hold on, I am coming,” Helena said and peeped through the transparent Louvres to see whose voice it was.

      “Open this door!!” Jeremy said with a loud and terrifying voice.

          Now, it’s done on Helena that she is in a big problem. In a state of dilemma, she hid under the sofa with Sarah’s baby, Oliver.

      “I can see it is the deaf that lives in this house,” Charles said, and forcefully opened the door. They walked to the sitting room.

      “I heard someone’s voice hitherto,” Jeremy said.

      “Yes, you are right; I heard the voice clearly,” Dickson attested.

      “Calm down, guys. Is anyone in this house?” Charles said and nobody responded.

      “This house looks void,” Logan said.

      “Someone might be somewhere,” Charles said.

          The heat under the sofa was so intense that Oliver started crying. Helena tried to prevent his babyish cry, but the innocent lad refused.

      “Bravo!! Come out right now…, or we will take you out,” Charles said.

      “Are you deaf?!” Dickson said arrogantly, and Helena dragged her body off the sofa carrying the now crying baby with her palms.

      “You are wise, you know,” Charles said.

      “Whereas, she has no iota of sense,” Jeremy said and everyone laughed.

      “She wants to play pranks,” Dickson added.

      “I am sorry, sir,” Helena said, and pacified Oliver.

      “Sorry for yourself. Young boy, keep quiet or I will mute you myself,” Dickson said.

      “Woman, your baby is adamant,” Charles said.

      “Oliver, you need to be silent now. You are disturbing the serene environment,” Helena pacified, but the baby didn’t stop.

      “What’s your problem?!” Dickson said and shot the baby.

      “Oh my God! Oliver!! Oliver!! Oliver!!!” Helena called out to the dead baby with a teary voice.

      “Keep quiet, young lady!! Dickson, you need to be careful about the ways you handle guns these days!!” Charles said angrily.

      “What do you mean, young man?” Dickson fired back.

      “Are you talking back at me?” Charles said.

      “You need to watch the ways you talk to us these days. No one is a slave here,” Dickson said angrily.

      “So, I am now a slaver?” Charles said rhetorically.

      “Dickson, what’s your problem? You are talking to our boss like that. We are sorry, boss,” Jeremy said.

      “Boss man!! Boss man!! Boss man!! We are sorry,” Logan eulogized.

      “Dickson, now, apologize,” Jeremy said.

      “I am sorry, boss,” Dickson said and grimaced.

      “You need to learn some manners. Young lady, you are disturbing us with your sob,” Charles said.

      “This woman looks beautiful,” Jeremy whispered into Charles’ right ear.

      “Beauty, what’s your name?” Charles said.

      “Are you deaf?!” Jeremy shouted.

      “Helena,” Helena said with a teary voice.

      “Wow!! Helena means beauty and you are beautiful.” That’s a good phenomenon, am I right, guys?” Charles said.

      “Yes, boss,” they chorused.

      “Now, let everyone sit down,” Charles said with a cool voice, and everyone sat down excluding Helena.

      “Young lady, won’t you sit? Or are you deaf?” Charles said, but Helena refused.

      “Are you mad!! Sit down before I descend on you!” Dickson said with a harsh tune, and Helena sat down.

      “Woman, don’t be stiff-necked. How are you?” Charles said.

      “I-I-I am fine,” Helena said scarily.

      “That’s good anyway. Do you know one Mr. Louise?” Charles said.

      “Mr. Louise?!” Helena said with surprise.

      “Hey, don’t ask me silly questions,” Charles said belligerently.

      “I don’t know any Mr. Louise,” Helena confessed.

      “Are your hearings impaired, woman?!” Jeremy said grimly.

      “No, sir. As I said hitherto, I don’t know anyone who bears Louise and its title,” Helena said.

      “It’s as if you are mad? Louise, your husband’s friend. Besides, where is your husband?” Charles said.

      “He has travelled with my only son, Davies,” Helena lied.

      “The house looks void. Do you know Louise now?” Charles said.

      “Ye-Yes sir; Louise is my husband’s friend,” Helena said.

      “Good, you are now coming around. Do you know where he lives,” Charles said, and Jeremy whispered into his ear.

      “He lives in 18, Government Reserved Area (GRA) 3, California, USA,” Helena said.

      “Government reserved area? That’s good! Am I right, guys?” Charles said.

      “Yes, boss,” they said and laughed.

      “Hellen…, sorry, Helena, you look beautiful,” Charles said.

      “Thank you, sir,” Helena said with tears.

      “Please, pull off your gown,” Charles said.

      “Please, don’t do this,” Helena said.

      “Are you deaf? Put off that rag!” Jeremy said and Helena refused.

          However, Helena’s gown was removed and she was raped by the masked men. After Helena was raped, she stood up shamefully.

      “God will reward you for this promiscuous act,” Helena said with tears.

      “Whore, what do you mean? You are sweet in the middle,” Dickson said, and everyone laughed.

      “For this you have done today, I lay a curse on your generations to come,” Helena said boldly.

           The armed men killed Helena in cold blood and left the sitting room.

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