Marcus groggily opened his eyes, stretching his body as he sat up. He stood up, his gaze darting towards the window, and was surprised to see that it was already evening."I can't believe I slept this long," he muttered to himself.He searched for his phone, hissing in frustration when he couldn't find it initially. Finally, he spotted it and stretched out his hand to grab it. As he switched it on, the screen lit up, displaying the time - 6:00 pm. He checked for any calls or texts from Sandra, but there were none."Maybe she's already at home," he thought, standing up and putting on his slippers.He headed out of his room, calling out, "Sandra!" His voice was still tinged with sleep, but there was no response. His name echoed back to him, and he called out again, "Sandra!" Still, there was no answer.Marcus checked her room, but she wasn't there. He moved on to the kitchen, then the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be found. A growing sense of unease crept in as he realized Sandra wa
"Sandra!" Marcus barked, but there was no response. He continued moving forward, asking more people about her, but they all said they hadn't seen her, adding to his frustration.Just then, his phone rang. He picked up, "Hello?""Have you seen her?" Katherine asked, her voice laced with concern.Marcus shook his head, even though she couldn't see him. "No, I found her phone. It seems she's been kidnapped."Katherine gasped. "What? Oh no!"Marcus let out a weary sigh. "I've searched everywhere, but no one has seen her.”“Sandra doesn't have any enemies, who would have done this?" Katheine asked."I'm suspecting one person," Marcus said, his eyes darting around cautiously."Who?" Katherine asked, but Marcus hesitated, unsure if he should reveal his suspicions over the phone."Leave that aside for now. Ask the T-Force to start looking for her, and file a police case again," Marcus instructed."I will do that," Katherine replied, before the call ended.Marcus got into his car, his determin
"You're joking, right?" Sandra asked, her eyes wide with fear.But he just scoffed, his grip on her neck tightening. "You heard me," he growled."Please, another option," she begged, her voice trembling.He let out a menacing laugh. "Another option? Do you know why I hate Marcus? Remember that day he broke into my house, the day I drugged you? Sandra."Sandra's eyes were filled with terror as she begged, "Please don't do this to me, please don't."Just then, the door burst open and Amayah entered, quickly kicking Johnson away from Sandra. Sandra ran to Amayah, begging, "Please help me, save me from this demon, please."Amayah burst into laughter. "What do you mean by 'save you from this demon'?" she asked, her eyes wide with amusement. “When am the devil itself!”Sandra took a step back, confusion etched on her face. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling.Amayah's laughter stopped abruptly. "You think you can have sex with Marcus and go scot-free?" she asked, her voice dr
Katherine burst into Marcus' room, her anger barely contained. "Why did you put a price on whoever finds her?" she demanded, trying to keep her tone in check.Marcus looked up, his expression weary, and shrugged. "It was the only option I had," he said, taking a swig of alcohol.Katherine shook her head, incredulous. "That's not the only option you had. Stop acting like it is. This isn't the best idea. You've only made things worse."Marcus stood up, his face reddening with anger. "Did you just say I've spoilt things? Is that what you just said? What have you done in all your research? This girl has been missing for three fucking days, and what move have you made?"Katherine stood her ground, her voice firm. "I'm trying, just like you. I'm hurting just like you. But putting a price tag on her will only make the kidnappers demand more. It's not the solution, Marcus.""They should give me whatever they want, I don't care. They're not calling the shots here, they're not communicating wit
Amayah felt a sudden sense of unease, as if she was being followed. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, shining her torch into the darkness. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fear.Owen, hiding behind a tree, held his breath, hoping not to be discovered. Amayah took a step closer, her torchlight dancing across the trees, mere inches from Owen's face. Just as she was about to shine the light directly on him, her phone rang, breaking the tension.The ID card flashed "Johnson" on the screen, and Amayah let out a sigh before answering. "What's up?" she asked, turning away from Owen's hiding spot."Where are you?" Johnson's voice asked, his tone laced with concern."Close," Amayah replied, glancing around nervously. "I felt someone chasing after me."Johnson chuckled. "It's just your mind playing games with you. Who would be awake at this time?"Amayah nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Fine, I'll hasten my steps."As she ended th
Amayah quickly stepped out, her flashlight casting a bright beam as she descended from the porch and circled the house. But she saw no one. As she turned around, she collided with a chest and let out a startled shout.Johnson swiftly covered her mouth, whispering, "Shh!"Amayah pushed him away, her expression disgusted. "You scared me!"Johnson raised his hands in defense. "Not my intention."Amayah rolled her eyes. "Did you see anyone?" Johnson asked, and she shook her head."No," she replied.Johnson nodded. "Maybe it was just one of these animals."As he dragged her inside, Amayah couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching them. She wanted to express her concerns, but knew Johnson would only dismiss her. So she kept quiet, her unease growing with each passing moment.As they entered, they covered their noses in disgust, realizing that Sandra had urinated on herself. Amayah's anger flared, and she walked up to Sandra, giving her a dirty slap. But instead of cowering, S
Amayah sprang to her feet, tears streaming down her face. "Johnson, please don't hurt me!" she begged, her voice trembling.Johnson's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. How could she betray him like this?Amayah held up her hands, pleading. "Please don't rape me!" she sobbed.Johnson's expression turned incredulous. "Are you out of your mind?" he demanded, but Amayah ignored him, her eyes fixed on him with a desperate, crying gaze.She reached out a hand, as if to touch him, but Johnson recoiled, backing away from her. "You foolish woman," he sneered. "You think you can put on this act?"But before he could finish, Marcus stormed over, his face a mask of fury. He grabbed Johnson's collar, yanking him forward, and delivered a swift, powerful blow.Marcus lifted Johnson up again, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. "How dare you think of laying your hands on Sandra!" he growled, each blow landing with precision and force.Johnson stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear, before
Amayah seized the opportunity to escape, dashing outside as Marcus was distracted. She spotted Owen and rushed towards him, relief washing over her. "Baby, let's get out of here! Marcus is crazy!" she begged, tugging on Owen's arm.But Owen didn't budge. Instead, he pulled her close, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "How did you think I ended up here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.Amayah swallowed hard, confusion etched on her face. "I don't get it," she stammered.Owen let out an evil laugh. "You're truly dumb," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.Amayah's eyes widened as the pieces clicked into place. "Wait, you... you tracked me here?" she asked, disbelief etched on her face.Owen nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Amayah tried to step back, but he caught her, holding her tight. She was trapped, and Owen's grip only tightened as he reveled in his sinister triumph."I didn't just track you here," Owen sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "