Dedicated toAfuaMaron

_Omniscient POV_

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A decoy was needed somewhere.

Bintu called the nearest police station and reported her predicament to them. As she spoke to them, a plan suddenly crossed her mind.

"What if..what if we created a distraction somehow?"

"What do you suggest?" The police DPO asked, ready to listen to the smart woman's words.

What if they could leave and tail someone? What if I actually left this place and made like as if I actually knew where she was? Distract them, their focus would be me as per I'm her guardian. While I distract them a squad can swoop in and save them."

"I have to admit that although that is a smart plan, it's also dangerous. They might pull you over, or ram your car into a ditch...they will hurt you." The DPO advised.

Bintu sighedas she knew that he was right, but to save Chidinma and her brother, it was necessary.

"Just get the squad ready."

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_Chidinma_

For seconds that felt like years, Terror kept staring at me, his relentless eyes caused my blood to freeze. To say I was scared to my bone would be an understatement. He was the one who wanted me dead yes, but as I looked into his eyes, I felt that to him death wasn't enough punishment for me.

He had worse things planned out for me.

Swallowing hard and gathering up an already shattered courage, I spoke.

"So you are Terror? Or should I call you Deji?"

The man did not answer me for seconds. With the way he sat rigidly on the chair, one would think he was dead. When I had already concluded that he wouldn't justify my question with an answer, he spoke.

"You're a beautiful woman, Lillian. Those lips are just divine." I cringed in revulsion as I had his voice. It was cold. His voice was deep and lifeless. My name sounded like death on his lips.

"Just do what you came to do, but let my brother go, just as we bargained."

Leaning foward on his seat, Terror pierced me with his orbs once again. " Who said anything about letting your brother go?"

Bristling with fear and anger and a thousand nameless emotions I stomped my foot against the ground. "You did!"

He just smiled a sick twisted smile and leaned back into his chair. As the blood flowed mercilessly through my ears, one of his lackeys gave him a small dagger. He caressed the blade, twirled it at the tip of his index finger.

"I could kill him and you, but what gain, what satisfaction would I derive from your deaths? I wouldn't have to worry about your endless poke nosing anymore yes, but, it would just be easy release on your parts, no fun at all." At this he flashed us a glance again, one that could bore holes through steel doors.

Swallowing the growing lump in my throat, I asked. " So what are you going to do ehn? Torture us till we die? Kill us slowly, finger by finger, hair by hair?"

In lieu of my question, the devil just chuckled darkly. "Ah, you watch too many horror movies my dear. Although that sounds fun, it's too barbaric for me."

Bristling with dark anger, I spat at his feet. "Bloody hypocrite! Where were your stupid reservations when you killed her!?"

As I shook and sniffed, he daintly drew out his handkerchief from his trousers and used them to wipe my spit off his shoes. Everything he did, his obvious nonchalance about the entire situation, just made me hate him more. I had disrespected him, the clench of his jaw told me so, so I mentally prepared myself for whatever he wanted to do to me. What I did not prepare myself for was the question he asked me after meticulously cleaning his suede shoes.

"Lillian..do you know what I do to girls?"

I froze the moment the words left his mouth. In mere seconds, the contents of Chi's diary managed to flash through my eyes. She had insinuated that Terror did horrible things to girls, and so had Fega.

This was it.

I didn't justify his question with an answer, I didn't need to, because in seconds, he had dropped the dagger and gotten up from his chair and was now within my personal space, his surprisingly gentle, yet strong hands on my chin, his soulless eyes trained on mine. My hear heart rapidly, carelessly out of fear. He could snap my neck with just a flinch of his wrist. Somewhere, I heard Kelechi threaten to kill him if he hurt me, but all I could to was wait with baited breath, on the god of death and sin himself. Using his thumb to brush my lower lip, the devil answered his own question.

"I destroy them. I strip them of any sense of being, of any inner peace that they could have and I use them. I manipulate them. I sell them. To men that will give them false hope, false security, men that would give them all these things in return for the boundless use of their bodies. I make them work with themselves, their dignity for the meagre wage I give to them at the end of every month."

When he stopped for a while and came closer, brushing his cold lips with mine, I cried. I cried for all the girls he had done those things to. I cried for all the parents who would never see their daughters again. I cried for Chioma, because this was what killed her. I cried for myself, because I would become one of those women.

When the devil saw my tears, he licked them, and I shuddered, revulsed.

"I do all these things to them. And when they final break, shatter, run mad, I sit back and I laugh, I bask in the knowledge that I hold that much power over them. The power to break, to destroy." With this he kissed me roughly, while I cried as the devil drew blood.

When he pulled away, I saw the first flash of emotion in his eyes. Sick satisfaction from my tears, from my pain. Putting his mouth against my ear, he said,

"Maybe I'll keep you for my own pleasure."

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Terror is an absolutely disgusting human being..and to think there are people in the world who are sick like this..🙂

I know, I said I'd finish last year..I'll stop making promises I can't keep😅 it's just in a few weeks I'll be a freshman.. everything is sorta jumbled right now..

Anyway, give me hope to continue this story by voting or commenting🥺😪

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