CHAPTER NINE

Maddick still serving at the bar was something I couldn't fathom. I was lying on the bed in dad's motel room with my mind racing over episode of the dark cloud that hovered over Maddick and his sudden disappearance.

Dad walked in. I sat up anticipating not-so-much a good news judging by the look on his face. He pet Amaka who was excited to see her master, then sat on the bed beside me, while Amaka laid beside his feet.

"Cable said his lead on the ghost gang member is currently on a job for two weeks after he agreed to assign someone to us today. Fucking two weeks!" Dad said in a calm but edgy tone.

I watched as he lit up a cigarette and took in smoke, then exhaled with his eyes transfixed on the blank Television in front of him.

"We can't spend two weeks here" Dad said after puffing out smoke.

"I need to speak with Maddick" I found myself saying.

Dad turned to me and winced. I could see he knew what I meant.

"The dead guy, now alive who told you about keeping people prisoner here?" He smiled weakly "I can fucking leave if i want to".He paused, then continued like an idea just hit him" on that note, let's get a drink somewhere away from here, just to look around"

He stood and grabbed his car keys on top of the television, I stood up too and we both left the room.

Dad was about sliding in the car door key when he stopped with his attention staring behind me. I followed his gaze and saw two men on a harley davison fat bob, both were thick and heavily bearded, one had an eye patch on his right eye and a red bandana covering his long blond hair, he wore the same red timberland boot as his coleague. He was in a leather jacket and shredded black jean trouser. The other was in a red leather sleeveless jacket and a buckled tight black leather pant tucked in his booth, his hair was knotted in ponytail. They were covered in tattoos with silver chains dangling on both wrists and necks.

They seem to be staring at us as though with the intend of coming after us if we dare drove off.

I was unease,I never wanted anymore trouble. I turned to dad who locked eyes with them expressionlessly .

"Can we talk to Maddick first?" I asked, trying to avade the impending trouble.

"Yeah, we should definately do that" Dad said wiit his attention still on the men.

I was surprised. Why didn't his massive ego pride itself? My countenance didn't betray me, but no one noticed, dad was ready turning to leave.

We went back to dad's room but noticed Amaka didn't come after us as was her usual hesterical greetings.

I didn't take notice while I sagged on the bed trying to cool off the dreaded drama that had befallen me lately. But dad noticed the moment he stepped in. Usually Amaka either sits on the bed or the sofa, and she would sit up with her ears shooting up as she waggs her tail in her seated position as she waits for the door to be shut before she jumps down to bounce on dad in particular.

"Amaka" Dad immediately called.

I turned around briskly in that moment of the realization of Amaka's absence.

Dad went straight to the bathroom, while I opened the waderobe, perhaps she had mysteriously locked in.

Dad let out a loud scream that startled me. I quickly ran to see what had happened. At the door, dad pushed me aside as he carried Amaka rushing out before I could even ask what happened.

I followed from behind.

He got to the car, and was struggling with the door with Amaka in his arm.

I caught up, but my heart sank in sorrow and pain as I looked at the jovial and once happy creature looking lifeless.

"Get this fucking door for me!" Dad barked.

I jerked and rushed to open the car door with the key in dad's hand and opened the back seat door from inside.

Dad quickly put Amaka in and rushed to the steering. I had barely opened the door before dad engaged the engine, I jumped in knowing he wouldn't wait a mini-second longer for me in that situation.

We had just rolled the tires a bit and the car went dead. Dad tried turning the engine but it coughed and died over again.

"Open the bonnet" I said and rushed out of the car, stood in front and waited for the bonnet to jerk up a bit.

I turned to see why dad had not already opened it the second I stepped down, but found him moving towards a red Mazda MX-04. I quickly got ready for anything.

He walked confidently to where the car was parked, punched and broke the glass on the driver side, opened it from inside, sat in and began meddling with something underneath the steering.

I grabbed and carried Amaka out from the car and rushed to the red Mazda. Before I got to the car, dad had started the engine, I was surprised but didn't have the time to be marvelled.

As I settled with Amaka in the back seat, dad engaged gear one and was about driving off when suddenly we saw a young lad I have never seen before around the place blocking our way. He was in his early twenties, a typical American melancholy teen putting on a pair of reading glasses, a faded light green top and pitch trouser, he had nothing on his feet.

"where are you going with my car!" He barked at us waving his hands in the air.

I turned to dad hoping he doesn't run him over, instead dad brought out a gun from underneath his pant and let out a shot towards the boy who dodged and moved away. I knew dad had it in mind to miss.

We turned to the road and sped through the dusty narrow path.

I kept turning at interval to check on Amaka who remained lifeless. The car bumped into a potholes and bounced, dad still didn't reduce his speed.

"Where are we going?" I asked as the thought dropped.

"I don't fucking know!" Dad said with a hint of anger in his tone.

We drove about ten minutes in silence still on the path. The car suddendly went dead and slowly stopped.

"Bleep!" Dad cursed, and angrily hit the steering hard several times and sagged his head on it crying.

I was dumbfounded, I didn't know what to say or do, I too was hurting. I turned and looked at Amaka once more, she was still motionless.

Dad suddenly stepped out and rushed to Amaka in the back seat, gave her mouth to mouth and pushing her chest while muttering.

"Don't do this to me baby, come on baby"

I watched trying to save her, but I feared it may be too late. What happened to Amaka, who would be brave enough to challenge such fierce dog?

As I pondered, I heard the sound of bikes approaching from a distance.

"Dad, we have to go" I noticed it was panic speaking through me.

"We need to leave!" I said and then spotted a long tail of bikers approaching. "dad...dad" I called in fear.

Dad slowly lift his head and took out his gun from behind his pant, then stood beside Amaka, with his gun resting on his side as he focused his attention on the men approaching.

I noticed his face was expressionless and calm.

The bikers stopped some few distance away from us. The man in front, stout, bulky, in blue sleeveless jacket on a black t shirt, his eyes were covered with a dark shade and a black cap on.

He eyed the gun in dad's hand amusingly and asked in native American assent as he turned his attention to dad "Have trouble with your car?"

"My dog" dad said and turned to Amaka before returning to the man "We need a vet"

"There is no vet in this town" He said and turned to me "Is he your son?"

Dad ignored him.

He got down from his bike, adjusted his pants underneath his big tummy and asked "Do you want me to take a look?"

I quickly stopped dad half way before he replied, he turned to me and I nodded to him. He then moved aside.

The man placed his ear on Amaka's chest with a finger on her tummy. Then he opened her eyes looking into as though looking for something.

He turned to us as we awaited what he got to say, I knew nothing good was coming forth.

"You have to take her back, she was borrowed. Take her back before dark, else she wouldn't find her way back"

He walked past us to his bike. Dad seem to recollect himself before me as we were both pondering on what he meant, he called out moving towards the stout biker man.

"What do you mean?"

The man sat on his bike and said while engaging the leg starter. "Mystery my man"

Before dad could ask further he rode off and others followed.

I looked at dad as if trying to tell him with my thought not to waste any second longer. He grasped what I meant, rushed into the car, grabbed Amaka and we started running back.

It was past 4 by the time. Amaka was heavy, I and dad had to change turns as we ran back.

We arrived the hotel and noticed the two men were still in their positions and still wearing same look.

While we rushed upstairs, I spotted the bikers from earlier approaching the hotel in a longer convoy. The two men seated on their bikes immediately stepped down and moved into the bar.

They were more than fifty of them, all looking menancing. Their bikes covered the whole compound. I noticed people peeping from their room windows.

Shortly after they had killed their engines but still seated on their bikes. Cable came out with the two men from earlier. He kept looking towards our room direction and the stouted man followed, I couldn't hear them. But the stouted man took of his sunshade and looked at me, the look on his face gave me the chill.

"For Bleep sake Junior come give me a hand" Dad called out as he was fumbling with the key while struggling to hold Amaka.

I quickly rushed up the stairs to the door and helped him open. When I turned again, I saw the man waved at me with a phoney smile on his face, then he entered the bar with Cable, while his men waited outside.

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CHAPTER TEN

Dad placed Amaka at the spot he found her in the bathroom and stood beside her when I walked in. I slowly moved closer, Amaka was still lying motionless.

"Those bikers are here" I chirped softly.

He didn't seem to hear me. I repeated myself, that was when he shot me a surprised look and asked "Where are they?"

"In the bar"

He quickly moved past me and dashed out of the room. I followed him instantly as we headed downstairs.

Seeing the bikers in large numbers, dad scanned through for the particular man.

"He is in there" I muttered with my attention on the bar entrace.

Dad moved with the speed of one possessed of an evil spirit as he jerked open the door and looked around the scantly crowded bar, then he saw Cable with two other men and that particular man seated at the VIP section, they seem to be discussing something of germane importance.

I feared dad was going to act irrational, so I immediately held his hand, he shot me warning stare and I shook my head and said "Let them finish"

He pulled his hand off my grip and just then we heard Cable's voice

"Talk of the devil"

He was seated across the table facing us. His smile was hearty and welcoming. The other men turned and Cable continued beckoning us over."Over here!"

I was relieved but uncomfortable because Amaka was still in a precarious state.

I and Dad moved over to their table and took the vacant chairs beside Cable. I searched for Maddick the moment I settled in my chair, but saw a skinny dark indian girl whose beautiful innocent face betrayed her rock star outfit chewing gum recklessly at the counter; her attention on her phone

Cable formally introduced dad and I, and before he could proceed further, dad cut in unapologecally.

"I need to speak to you aside" Dad said to the stouted man.

Everyone seem surprised.

"Herod, have you met this guy before?" Cable asked.

"Yes, on my way to deliver an assignment" Herod replied complacently.

Dad was dead serious and impatient.

" Please" Dad said and stood up waiting for him.

Herod sat where he was like he didn't notice dad was referring to him. I got infuriated and said in an angered tone

"Are you deaf or something?"

I knew my statement didn't come out well but I maintained seriousness, no one should disrespect family in my presence, I will fucking disrespect you too.

He turned slowly to face me, I maintained eye contact with him.

Cable immediately intervened." Hey, hey, hey! Take a chill pill guys" Then he turned to Herod, "See what he's got to say, we will wait"

Herod hesitated a bit while dad remained standing looking at him. Then he tiredly stood up and followed dad to a corner.

I felt awkward seating with the other men who weren't hiding their dislike in me. I slowly stood up and joined dad and Herod.

"I don't know what you are talking about, I didn't say nothing to you" I met Herod talking to dad.

"Come on man, you told us about the borrowing thingy, what's going on here Bleep sake? My dog is dying" Dad said, ignoring my presence.

Herod looked bored of us, he only stood there because he was compelled to.

"I can not remember ever saying such a ridiculous and senseless thing, how is it even logical? Please I need to join them over there, we got something important we were discussing before you interrupted. I also got somewhere to be right after here, which is about any moment from now, so excuse me" Herod said and was about walking out on us, dad held his wrist stopping him. He eyed dad's hand in disgust.

"My dog is very important to me, she has been my source of joy for years now. Please, help me save her" Dad sounded pathetic.

Herod looked at dad straight in the eyes and said "Never let anyone discover your weakness, they will use it against you" Then he jerked off his wrist from dad's grip and sluggishly strolled to join the rest at the table.

"Let's go see if she's up, it's almost dark" I said and immediately left the bar.

I was about opening the door to our hotel room when I heard a dog barking. Dad was behind me, he quickly pushed passed me and flung the door open. Amaka attacked his trouser, biting hard and pulling viteously while growling in animalistic. It was so unusual.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Dad yelled, dragging his leg from her, but she even got angrier and bounced on him; luckily he caught her by the neck and they both struggled. Amaka had so much strength it took all of dad's strength to keep her from planting her teeth on him.

I couldn't do much, I was confused, it was scary and she was going to wreck havoc if nothing was is done to tame her soonest. So I grabbed a stool by the bed and wanted to hit her with it, but Dad yelled at me.

"Don't try that!"

I paused mid air and stood hopelessly watching as Amaka tore dad's t shirt with her nails dad intentionally had refused to trim for the same purpose she meted on him.

While the brew lingered for about 30 seconds, dad suddenly tossed her aside; she came to attack again, he kicked her hard on the face with his timberland booth and moved backwards. I rushed out to hold the door, before she could bounce again, I slammed the door on her, but she continued barking and scratching on the door.

"What the Bleep was that?" I asked still trying to recover from the shock.

Dad was speechless, his t shirt was torned with scratches and little blood stains.

I couldn't make out the any sense in it all. We were suppose to be excited and happy about Amaka's recovery, but what just happened ultered that feeling to worries and confusion.

"Mike!" Cable called from downstairs. He was standing with Herod and the other two men.

"Over here man, I got some great news" Cable shouted.

Dad examined himself and said to me "Get something to wear, as he took off his shirt.

I was about leaving, he called me back and demanded for the shirt i was on. I took it off and handed it to him, then went in to change into something else.

When I got out, I saw dad talking with Cable, Herod and the two other men downstairs in front of the legion of bikers waiting patiently. They seem to be arguing over something. I wanted to join them but dad looked up that instant and winked me to wait.

I watched as they continued; then Cable was the only one talking. A little after that, they shook hands, and they all started mounting their bikes. Cable pointed to one of the two men from earlier; the one on bandana; he got off his bike, dad mounted on it and looked up,then signaled he was coming back. I watched as they all rode off, dad following from behind with Herod leading and Cable following.

I turned my attention to the bar as they rode out of sight and then met Maddick's eyes. He was staring at me in front of the bar. I quickly rushed downstairs, but he was no longer there. As I was about entering the bar, someone whistled faintly, I turned and saw Maddick in one of the guest rooms downstairs with head shooting from the little space between the ajar door. He beckoned me over, looked around as though hoping no one saw him, and then shut the door.

I walked briskly to the room, made to open the door but it was locked. I was shocked. I had to knock several times and was almost thinking he wouldn't open, then the door flung wide revealing an unkempt room that resembles where two rascals fought.

I saw Maddick standind behind it smiling like he had mental ish. I became cautious and carefully observed the room before I entered.

I had barely stepped in when Maddick slammed the door shut and hurriedly bolted it.

This was unusual of a normal behaviour. I became alert and was calculating my defence and attack mechanism as I walked in faking confidence.

Maddick suddenly stopped smiling, stood still and was looking ominously at me.

"What the Bleep! I am in for a deep shit" I reasoned, but remained calm as I waited for what he got under his sleeve.I was fully aware of the bolted door; that was spooky.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was in the room with Maddick feeling unsafe. It was just him. Physically I have the advantage, but I am not sure how skilled he is even with a weapon.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to sound as confident as I could.

He suddenly moved closer, I took a step backwards but he came all the same and stood in front of me.

"You are in grave danger my friend" Maddick said with his eyes beaming with concern. Then he looked at the pair of black Nike snikers on my feet and smiled "Nice shoes"

I didn't know what my shoes got to do with anything, but I returned a phoney smile and nodded.

Maddick turned his attention from me to the window at the shadow of someone walking pass the room.

"They know you are on to them, they will kill you, you will die here" Maddick's tone sounded very sure.

"Who?" I asked, but didn't wait for him to reply before I chipped in "And what the Bleep happened to our dog? It was lying almost dead a while ago, then launched an attack on us moments later. You should know something"

He stood motionless looking at me as though he saw a ghost. I was begining to believe Maddick is not psychologically okay.

He slowly moved to the bed and sat down.

I drew closer waiting for him to drop a different kind of bomb this time.

"Kill the dog. She has been taken" Maddick said in a sympathetic tone.

I didn't like what I heard, so I pressed on, "But he said "borrowed" not taken"

Maddick's eyes beamed with questions "Who told you that?" He sounded like he was going to attack whosover had let out that information.

I couldn't stop myself from telling it was Herod.

Maddick then stood up and was heading for the door.

"Please, how we get out of here, and how do we deal with dog?" I pleaded.

Maddick stopped at the door, without turning he said,

"Your corpse"

Then he turned to face me "Neither you, your father nor that dog of yours will leave here alive"

He unlocked the bolts on the door and walked away, leaving me to my thoughts.

It can't be that impossible, someone must have escaped in the past. I wanted to ask more questions, but Maddick sounded loco. If I hadn't seen the dark cloud that whisked into thin air the other day, i would have totally believed he is mad, so there was no need pressing on, I had to leave it as it is.

On my way out of the room, I bumped into some young lad, he apologised but immediately recognized me, I didn't take note of who he was until he asked,

"Where is my car bro?"

He was the young man we took his red Mazda earlier. This got me exhausted, I didn't have the stress for his headache, what I needed was very cold beer, enough to help keep me asleep for a very time. Bleep! I needed that badly.

"It's over there" I said nonchalantly pointing to the direction of the road, and made to continue with my walk to the bar, he stood in my way and demanded i return his car back to him in one piece.

"Bro, ask one of these bikers or get a cab or something, go over there, your car is there" I said tiredly and made to move pass him, but he pushed me back.

"Look" He said. I could see he wanted trouble, "I will not let you take a step from here without my car parked where you and that fellow stole it from"

I wasn't ready to fight with him, for crying out loud he is a teenager. I knew i had to reason with him to avoid embarrassment.

"Look, it was an emergency okay. Our truck had a fault, so we took the available one. Sorry about it all"

I noticed his eyes relaxed from its previous hostility. Then I continued. "Do you know a mechanic or someone to drive us where the car is parked?"

He shot me a puzzled look "Mechanic for what?"

"The car broke down"

"Not possible. That's a brand new car, I got it two months ago before i came to this god forsaken place"

Hearing how long he had stayed there increased my interest in him.

"Why haven't you left?" I asked in a casual tone, hiding my intent.

"Bleep shit bro. What did you say happen to my car?"

"I don't have an idea, hence my reason for asking for a mechanic" I ultered my disappointment over his neglegence to my question.

"How in the Bleep sake do you expect me to know where to find one?" His tone reeked of anger and frustration.

I looked around and found an elderly couple walking to their car. I pointed at them "They will know"

I quickly met up with them before they started shut their doors. I moved to the man in the driver seat, he should be in his late sixties and his wife looked older.

"Excuse me a second please" I said in my official tone.

He shot me a questioning look and nodded, while his hand remained on the door handle.

"Please, where can I find a mechanic; car mechanic?"

"what's wrong with it?" He enquired.

"it just stopped, don't have an idea" I replied.

He turned to his wife as if seeking for her permission, she nodded and he said.

"My mechanic lives away from here but close to my house. Get in, I will take you there"

I was grateful and turned to the boy who was still standing where I left him, and beckoned him over. He hesitated before walking down.

As we settled in the back seat and the car began driving off the premisses, I spotted Maddick peeking at us from a window in the bar.

Country music from the eighties played from the car sterieo. The couple were awfully quiet like they once had a argument earlier.

We spotted the red Mazda in front, the teenager looked excited and he said in that instant "Please pull over here!"

"You can't help the car here if it's bad, it is almost impossible to get a lift around here. I advise we get the mechanic first" The man said and continued driving in silence

As we drove pass the car, the boy continued looking as if trying to find a sctatch on it.

He had droven for nearly an hour without seeing a single building. This was becoming spooky.

"Is the place still far?" The teenage boy asked.

"No darling, it's just a stone throw from here" The old lady replied.

Few moments later, we spotted a house standing alone in the woods. The man pulled over in front and turned to us. I was already filled with questions wondering if that was the mechanic shop.

"Here we are, my house" He said beaming a friendly and innocent smile.

"Come in for tea darlings" The lady said smiling girlishly.

"why here, why didn't you stop us at the mechanic?" I asked.

"It's a bit far, i need to drop my wife off, have something eat before we continue"

That was reasonable enough, so i lumped it in.

The old lady was chubby with humongous wrinkled breast pushed up in her brazzier, her face had wrinkles too but it was easy to see that she was a beauty in her prime .

When she stepped down, her long gown rested well on her very huge backside. Although she was about 5 foot 7, but her long heels elevated her height.

The man, stocky with huge tummy. His hair was ice white and no facial hair. He wore a blue short sleeve top, a khaki trouser and a pair of black shoe. He appeared to be over 6 foot tall.

We followed the couple into their modestly furnished living room. The man offered us a seat and introduced himself.

"I am Frank, my wife is Joy, we are glad to have you here. We rarely get visitors these days, so we hang out at the bar often"

I introduced myself and the teenage introduced himself as Zoe.

Just then, Joy came with cups of tea and cookies on a tray, she was dashing out her charming smile.

5 As she dropped the tea in front of us, I noticed her breasts were staring me in the face and she had taken off her brazzier. I tried my best to look away, then she stood up and left.

Frank excused himself too, he said he needed to take a quick shower and change into something else.

I took one bite from the cookies and sat back resting from the long journey.

Then I percieved a funny gas smell, like fumigation chemical mixed with cooking gas. I turned to Zoe who was also percieving it. I stood up and called out Frank's name walking towards the door he and his wife had exited from. Then I felt sick in my tummy.

Zoe rushed to the door and tried to open it, it seemed jamed. After struggling with the door for awhile, he vomited right where he stood.

I was still trying to open the door that was obviously locked from inside, then I become dizzy and soon threw up. My legs became weak, I had to sit on the floor, then felt very woozy.

Moments later, the door flung open. I saw the couple in a blurry vision on gas mask, they walked pass me to Zoe who had already passed out on top of his vomit. Before they came to where i was, I passed out too.

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CHAPTER TWELVE

I opened my eyes and my vision felt blurry and head ached like Bleep. I tried to move my body, that was when I realised I was tied to a chair; hands behind the chair and legs bind to each of the chair's front foot.

I fully came to full consciousness and looked around at what looked like a basement where old stuff were dumped. There was a bulb hanging in the middle, no window and it was fucking hot in there. An old washing machine stood by my left, the walls had wires hanging unkempt, and there was a staircase right in front of me

I remembered I was with Zoe earlier. I turned and heard him murmuring

"Help me please"

He had saliva dripping from his mouth as his head hung downwards.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" I enquired.

"Help me please" He muttered, slowly swinging his head like he was tiredly trying to break free.

I ignored him and tried to pull my hands the bind, it felt impossible but I kept giving it hard pull hoping I would somehow break even if it's one hand from the bond.

The chair suddenly swung to a side and fell, and got myself in a more precarious state.

"please help me" Zoe kept saying.

I felt like pouring curses on him but ended up refraining from wasting my energy.

I heard the door to stairs opening, I knew it would either be Frank or Joy. My suspicion was actually the both of them. They had them a tray with a plastic shot cup on it.

Joy said as soon as they came down the stairs. "Hey cuties" Then she paused and turned her husband when she saw me on the floor." I told you this one is going to serve me real good"

Frank laughed and they both pulled me up.

Frank went to inspect Zoe while Joy stood in front me staring in my face.

"I think this one is going to be numb for a very long time" Frank said with a funny smile on his face.

She walked up Zoe and dragged his pants down. They both stared at his penis in amusement. Before I could blink, she took out a knife from under her pant and slit Zoe's throat in a second.

"What the Bleep!" Frank yelled in shock.

"He is useless!" She said causully and moved over to me

I was uneasy as she stood in front of me with blood dripping from the knife in her hand, her eyes screening through me before he pulled down my pant and her eyes widened

"I told you black men got it" Frank said, grinning.

She took the cup from the tray lying on the floor and said to me "If you want to live, drink this"

"what's that?" I asked, staring at the cup in her hand

"it's something that will save your life" Frank said.

She motioned the blue plastic cup towards my mouth, I turned away, she shot me a warning stare and brought the bloody knife close to my throat. I turned to Zoe whose neck had dropped, blood still gushing out, mouth open and eyes staring blankly on floor. I knew the couple meant business. So i opened my mouth and allowed the liquid supstance that smelt and tasted like urine mixed with vomit in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out the instant it touched my tongue.

"Dont even think of it" She said in a warning tone.

I impusively swallowed the very awful stuff and almost threw up when it went down my throat.

She smiled and turned to her husband "it should kick-in within 15 minutes "

They both both smiled and left.

I turned to the dead boy and wondered why they had to waste him, and a thought crossed my mind "if they killed him in such way, then my fate is definately going to be like his"

I tried with every strength I could grasp to break free but it seem very impossible. I knew I had to device another means; Joy doesn't seem like one to bulge easily, she obviously calls the shots. Then it has to be the husband.

Moments later, I noticed I was having an errection. My dick kept kicking and getting harder until my balls started hurting.

Just then, Joy was the only one walking down the stairs. She was on red thong and red brazzier. Her tummy, thighs and arms were all wrinkled, but she still had that curves.

She walked to were I was and was impressed with the effect of the concoction she had forced on me earlier.

"It's hurting. What did you give to me?" I said in gnashing in pain.

She pulled down my trouser and examined my dick covered in vains. She smiled wickedly and slowly slide down her pant.

"What are you trying to do?" I said, trying to move away from her, but it was helpless.

She ignored my struggling, took out lubricant from inbetween her huge packed boobs, applied it in her vagina and mounted me. Her pussy felt hot and wide. She let out an erotic mourn and she immediately started rocking my dick, pausing and catching her breath at intervals.

My dick felt better after she mounted, the funny thing was that I was beginning to enjoy it. She held me around my neck as she bleeped me with the skill of a teenage girl.

We continued like that for almost thirty minutes, both of us were sweaty and i marveled at her resilence and sexual urge for that age.

Soon she jerked a little and then stood up. I was not done yet, I was still hard.

"I dont want to waste such a sweet dick" she said, and applied the lubricant on her palms and stroked my dick with it until i exploded in a large cum within 2 minutes and felt very light afterwards.

She smiled, picked up her thong and left.

After she had gone, I looked at my dick and cum all over my thighs and my pants lying on my feet. I wondered if I was kept in this basement to be a sex object.

My stomach rang for food and my tongue yearned for water. I was also pressed and needed to take a pee.

"Hey!" I screamed as loud as i could. After few seconds of no response, I repeated, and many more times after until Frank approached.

He doesn't seem too pleased with me. My guess is that his old wife hasnt had it as good as i served her.

" Please, I need to take a piss" I said.

He eyed me maliciously and said nonchalantly "Piss right where you are! And dont fucking disturb my peace again"

Before I could ask for water, he left.

I wanted feel bad about the idea of pissing where I sat, but when I considered it as a way to annoy or irritate the rapist old lady it felt good. So I let it out and was unbelievably relieved.

I had dozed off just a bit when I heard foot step aproaching down the stairs, it was the old lady. Was she coming for another round? I wondered.

She was dressed in a milky sleeveless nightie that hung slightly above her knees. But what she was holding scared me, it looked like a riffle. She must have noticed how I stared at the gun dreadfully. She looked at it and smiled

"Just to keep you in check" She said. Then pointed it at me about five steps away from me with her finger ominously on the trigger.

Right about then, her husband joined us. He looked more cheerful than before, he began untying me and said "she likes her man smelling good"

This was my time to lay my demand

"I am hungry and thirsty" i said with audacity

"Oh yes, that's part of the reward, as long as you behave, we aint gonna have any ish" She said in a cocky tone.

The moment I was loose, Frank brought out a revolver from under his pant and moved few steps back, before ordering me to "Move!"

I was led to the back of the house, where they kept a bucket of water and soap by its side. A fresh trouser and t shirt were neatly folded on a chair few steps away from the bucket.

The couple stood watching as I bathed and changed into new clothes with guns pointed at me.Then they led me inside to the dinning where food was already served. I ate and drank enough water until i was very full. Frank had gone but the old lady still had her gun pointed at me.

"You will be using a different room now" She said, and motioned me towards the hallway to a room with just a window, a small sized bed, a bathroom and a fan. I noticed a long chain with leg cuff hanging from the protector on the window, it was long enough to allow the victim walk around.

"Put the cuff on one foot" She commanded.

I had finished cuffing my leg when i saw Frank carrying a dead body on his shoulder, he was standing behind her. She dropped the gun when she was convienced I was well cuffed and turned to face her husband that has been standing silently behind her.

"We need to go get rid of this one" He said straining from the weight of the dead boy.

"must i do everything with you?" She said in disgust. Then turned to me and observed the cuff on my leg before they both shut and bolted the door.

Moments later, i heard their car engine coming alive and it drove off.

"This is my chance" I said aloud.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I tried everything I could imagine to rid the cuff off my ankle. It felt like cutting off the leg would have been a better option. I had tried pulling the window protector off the wall because I wouldnt consider breaking those thick chain and time was running out; I was sweating fucking profusely. I yanked as hard as I could until my arm ached, but it was not enough to stop me. I continued with every strength I could grasp not giving a rat ass how hopeless it was trying.

And then I spotted the foot of a key in a bunch shooting out from the other side of the door's keyhole. I could find a spare in the bunch. This felt like chrismas. I rushed to get it, the cuff reminded me I wasn't free. There was no how to get the chain off.

I had to think of something fast.

I scanned through the empty room, the bed had not even a bedsheet on it.The rope in my juggers waist wasn't that long if I needed to consider it,but I considered it all the same; I took the rope off the juggers' waist and pulled the jugger down but the cuff stopped it from coming off my foot. I considered tearing it in two, and that I tried but the fabric was too strong to yank apart.

I used my teeth on the lighter part and pulled hard until the fabric gave way in two. I ripped it down and forcefully cut it in two. Then I took off my ash coloured t shirt and tied it to the trouser. It looked long enough, but how do I get the key from the hole?

I threw the long hook to the door handle holding it by the rope ensuring the trouser clipped on the door keyhole on the other side, but it dropped on the floor.

I tried it again, this time it hung on door handle. In that instant excitement I pulled it backwards, and the door jammed.

"Bleep!" I just ruined everything. What was I thinking?

I tried to see if I could at least retrieve the trouser, but the door held it tight.

While I was pulling it backwards, I heard the engine of a car approaching. This was not good. I was completely naked.

I tried to pull my clothes back, all my effort seemed like a total waste of time because the door clipped so hard to the trouser and doesn't want to let go.

I was still on it, the car door opened, Frank and Joy were quarreling seriously over something.

I was feeling like letting go of a hot piss and still holding it back. I pulled harder this time at least to retrieve my clothes.

My room door yanked open, I grabbed the clothes and quickly covered my penis with them.

Joy and Frank stared at me speechelessly in amazement.

"What the heck was he doing?" Frank asked in surprise.

Joy's eyes dropped on my foot and she eyed by body seductively, then smiled and left without saying a word.

Frank waited for Joy to leave before saying, "The key is with her. You cant reach it" His eyes betrayed the satisfactory smile he was beaming.

I wanted him to leave before putting on what was left of my jugger. He smiled, then gently shut the door and locked it with the key.

I wore my jugger and t shirt. The jugger felt rediculous with a foot widely open. I knew Joy would'nt take it lightly with me for attempting to escape.

I waited the rest of the day until it was dark, still no sign of either Frank nor Joy.

I was beginning to feel unrest when I heard a car approaching, I suddenly felt a surge of hope as I anticipated help on the way.

The door bell rang twice, then I heard Joy exchanging greetings with a soft masculine voice. The voices were now in the house.

"what brought you to this side of the town?" Joy asked.

"Came for business" He said

"Hey Mathew, I heard your voice from deep in my sleep, and I came out and behold, the great Mathew is here" Frank said.

Mathew laughed and replied "You sure know how to make me feel important"

They all laughed.

After a few moment, I could only hear a faint murmuring but it all sounded jibberish. I tried to listen but couldnt get any information. I sat back on the bed wondering what's next.

Their voices came alive again, Joy laughed the loudest. Mathew seem to be cracking the old couple up.

"Where is the lamb located?" Mathew asked.

Joy murmured something to him, then his voice disappeared.

"Are you hungry? I just made dinner, it's on the table" Frank's voice was heard after few minutes of silence.

About 30 minutes later of hearing nothing except chucklings at intervals.

Moments later, I heard foot steps approaching the room, I became overly conscious about my juggers as I sat on the bed expecting the door to open any moment.

Frank, Joy and a tall man whose athletic body fit well in the gray suit he was in, making his dark skin glow and his very white eyes and teeth glitter. He had no facial hair nor any on his head. His nose were huge just as his lips were bold. He has the look of a typical african worrior in suit.

He looked at me as one pricing a goat, but neither him nor the old couple said any word, until he turned to Joy and nodded. Frank exposed his cigarette burnt teeth in a wide grin. They all left leaving the door open.

Soon I heard his car engine screaming, and Joy called out "Dont forget what i told you, its between us for now"

Then i heard the car drive off.

I laid back staring in the ceiling with my mind dangling on what to do.

"Hey" Frank's voice called me back to conciousness. He was carrying a plate of food in his left hand and standing by the door. He dropped the plate of food on the floor and slide it towards my foot.

He was about leaving and I quickly asked, "You are not enjoying this right?"

He turned and shot me suspicious look.

I sat up and winced "How can a good looking smart man like yourself be used and allowed to take such shit?"

"That's none of your business. Focus on staying alive" Frank said and was about leaving.

"Have you heard of the ghost gang?" I didnt know where that came from.

He turned to me and eyed me susliciously "what's that?"

"It's the most dreaded gang on earth"

"and what has that got to do with anything?"

I stood up and moved towards him until the chain stopped me. He was just staring at me expressionlessly.

"Someone saw us leave in your car. They will come looking for me, they will ask questions, eventually get to know about you guys" I paused to examine his face, he was still expressionless. "They will literally roast you and your wife alive if any harm should befall me"

Frank smiled and shook his head in amusement, then he shut the door on my face and left.

He didnt buy it.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Later that night, I had a dream: I was tied to a stick above a hot amber and was slowly rolled around by Joy who ensured the heat go all over my body. Frank was cutting off slice from my back and Michael sat on a Lexus E350 bonnet drinking from a bottle of whisky.

My eyes popped open and I screamed aloud and jumped from my bed. How relieved I felt when I raalized it was only a dream. I wondered what time it was, it was obviously dark outside and awfully silent. I looked at the cuff on my leg and heaved a sigh of greif.

I layed back on the bed thinking of what Maddick had said earlier, it was beginning to become glaring he may have a point in all those gibberish he had been spewing.

The next morning, I was awaken by Frank's voice, he was having a quarrel with Joy, they both seem very pissed at each other I feared it may result to a bloody fight. Not quite long after that, I heard the sound of someone running off; Joy screamed. I heard a thud sound as the foor step ran towards my room and badged in.

"What the Bleep!" excaped my lips as I stood up horrifically staring at the riffle in Frank's hand and the despiration in his eyes, coupled with his sweaty face. His blue, flowered beach shirt was open and wet revealing his hairy gray chest. He had only a white underwear on.

"What is wrong with you! Are you insane?!" Joy yelled as she endered my room and stood in front of me facing Frank who have been hesitating to shoot.

"I will kill him! And you too if you dont get out of my way!" Frank fumed hysterically with his eyes bulging out while he bit his lips at interval.

"Have you lost it, what has come over you? Put the bloody gun down before you do what you will regret" Joy retorted.

"At the count of four, I will do something crazy!" Frank barked

"Bleep you Frank! I dare you, you dont have the balls!" Joy said with so much confidence.

Frank pointed the gun at her and aimed to shoot, Joy didnt blink, she stood her position looking Frank in the face like she was daring him to.

Frank hesitated until his whole body shook. He finally gave up and angrily walked away like an arrogant teenager obeying command of not hanging out with friends.

Joy slowly followed him out without looking or saying a word to me.

I sat on the bed gasping with relief from the dread I experienced.

Later that night, I heard another arguement, this time it got more intense.

"That was not the arrangement! He must die like the others!" Frank yelled.

I looked around the room. It was hopeless trying to escape, the cuff wouldnt allow it.

Then I heard a struggle, and a loud thud; everywhere became silent. I listened for a long while but heard nothing.

About an hour later, I heard someone pulling something on the floor with difficulty towards the exit door, then the car trunk open. After a while, the trunk closed, then the car engine came alive and drove off.

I stayed wake until the car came back, I couldnt see anything because the car was parked at the other side of the house. The person entered the house, shut the door and went inside.

I felt so unsure of my fate. I sat on the bed with my back on the wall, expecting to face horror.
I must have dozed off, because I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and jerked up from sleep. Joy was standing with a tray of toasted bread and fruit juice. I was so relieved to see her.

"Hey, breakfast" She said, and gently dropped the tray on the bed beside me. She was in a transparent milky sleeveless night gown. Her unclothedness was visible and easy on the eyes even for her age.

She continued bringing food to me in different sexy outfits. She would point the gun at me until I showered and changed into dry clean clothes. But she never said much to me other than whats neccessary.

I was aching to know where Frank was, but I couldnt bring myself to ask.

Anytime she comes around, I found myself stealing a peek or two of her well curved ass and huge boobs and I would remember how good she rode my dick, how she held my face to her breast and commanded me to suck her nipples, and how she let out a gasp as i planted the nipples in my mouth. I felt my think kick all the time such thought crosses my mind.

After few days when we started talking to each other, she told me Frank is dead. "He knocked me unconscious, thought I was dead, carried me to the trunk of the car and was going to dispose of my corpse, but I shot him in the fucking face" She had sorrow written all over her face as she recalled the event in her thought.

I sat where i was, trying to pick the right word to pacify her, nothing seemed right that was forthcoming. So I kept silent and stared on the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.

She was standing by the door this on a denim bumshort that cut accross her butt cheeks, and a transparent black tshirt.

"I tried to tell him that you are not going to come between us" she looked at me seductively and smiled flirticiously, then shyishly looked away.

I had stopped seeing her as an old lady, I began focusing my attention on her beauty, and she eventually turned out to be worth trying out.

She came later that evening to take the plate I ate with earlier. Her tshirt barely covered her butt, she had nothing under. Though few wrinkles, yet she was fucking hot.

"I want to Bleep you!" I said, and my dick responded immediately, calling for her pussy.

She turned in surprise and we locked eye contact. I could see the desire in her eyes, just as mine scanned through her big chest imagining sucking it and enjoying the sound of a granny moaning in pleasure for me. That got me even harder.

I spread my legs wide so she would see my desire. And she was pleased with what she saw. She came on to me, threw the tray aside and knelt in front of me; pulled my pant down and buried my dick in her mouth, I was literally fucking her throat as she played with my balls. Her mouth was so moist it took her only two intense minutes to make me climax inside her throat. She spat the sperm between her breasts and began stroking my dick with it. Her breast felt so soft and my dick came back alive.

She mounted on cowgirl reverse with her hands on her kness as she twerked so good making her big butt clapped on my dick. From my seated position, I was seeing a 21 year old porn star fucking me good. She was that good I wished i met her in her prime

I noticed she was getting tired, so I turned her facing the chair and bleeped from behind. She let out different moaning sounds; crying, screaming, fast breathing, choking sound, laughing... and all the sounds got me even harder and wild.

She slowly stood up, stretched her leg slowly like her knees were hurting. It took some time before she was free a little, she then laid on her back on the bed and I mounted her. Watching how her big boobs bounced on each side as I pound her got me even crazier. We bleeped for a long time until she moved away from me and said.

"No, no. I wont die today" She chuckled while catching her breath.

Nice update

Thanks for the update
Mike has eventually gotten a comfortable new home
I pray he escapes from here
And what about his father?
Waiting for another sweet update

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

My sexcapade with Joy continued, we got even romantic and called each other by pet names. Although she instructed that I called her Sweet Bum and she called me Sweet D.

It was already two week and two days since my adoption, yet Joy still held me on gun point each time i took off the leg cuffs to shower, she kept reminding me that she killed her husband of 32 years and wouldnt hasitate to end me if I try to be smart.

I was her talk, Bleep and help buddy. I had considered strangling her so many times but if i do, i will die of thirst and starvation because I wouldnt be able to get the cuffs off my leg, the key was way far from my reach.

I was taking a nap after eating that afternoon when Joy came in with the bottle of her portion. I knew what that bottle was ment for. Sex. She had only brought it out twice; the first first day, and one night I was too weak to service her.

"Sweet D, you will have to drink some of this portion, my friends are coming over for some fun, i wouldnt like you to dissappoint" She said in her usual motherly tone.

I had no say in whatever she decides. Although she tries to make it look like my suggestion mattered. I took the shot, and she left.

I was in my room experiencing a very hard erection that made my dick felt like tearing and my balls hurt so badly. The house bell rang. Joy went to get the door. I heard the ladies laughing and then got chatting in the living room. I waited for them to come over quickly because I was experiencing pain.

I had waited enough and could no longer take the pain, so I called out not minding who her visitors were. "Sweet Bum! Please let them come over!"

Moments later, Joy came in with two other ladies, one was Italian, she looked younger but very obessed, the other was african american and ugly as Bleep. None of the ladies got what it takes to get my working tool active on a norm. I believe Joy knew I may not deliver, so she made me drink her portion thirty minutes before they arrived.

The Italian was drooling over my hard dick, she was the first to pull down my pant and buried her mouth in it. I felt kind of relieved from the pain. She sucked hungrily with saliver dropping all over my balls.

The black lady came over to kiss me, I didnt reciprocate, Joy who has been enjoying the show standing by the door quickly barked in a hostile tone.

"Hey! Don't let me start with you!"

Some how her voice startled me as I wondered what she would do if i ruined fun. I was already making progress with her and hoping to escape soon if i played my card well. I needed not to spoil it. So I kissed the black lady like i meant it. She was literally licking my lips. Then she pushed me lying flat on my back, chuckled and said to joy.

"I always wanted to try this"

They both laughed, as she took off her underwear and raised her black skirt up, climbed to my face, before she even got closer I could percieve her pussy oozing like rotten fish and meat. I couldnt make up my mind on how to begin before she mounted her pussy in my mouth. She was backing me making it possible for me to percieve her butthole and it smelt like fresh shit. She robbed every part of her pussy and butthole in my mouth. I even licked off a particle of tissue from her ass.

She Italian climbed and rode my dick in cowgirl, moaning like a dying horse. This continued until I heard joy say,

"Bleep Linda"

I wondered who Linda was until the black lady posed in a doggy on the floor, while the fat italian laid on her back so Linda would suck her while i bleeped.

Joy controlled how everything went until the black lady reached orgasm. I took the fat lady on doggy pounding as fast as i could so i would cum and end the pain i was experiencing, but she climaxed before me.

I was still in pain.

Joy knew what was happening to me, so she pushed me down on the bed, raised up the tshirt and mounted on cowgirl reverse. She bleeped so well the visitors cheered and clapped in excitement.

Finally I exploded inside her, my whole body shook as i ejaculated. Then I sagged on the bed feeling very exhausted and relieved.

"Wow, he is everything you said he is. I will be coming tomorrow" The black lady said.

"Please, I want a private section with him" The fat lady added.

"You know what it takes for a private section?" Joy asked as they left my room.

"Thats not a problem" The fat lady replied on her way out.

Later on, I heard them laughing and talking in the living room. Few hours later they left.

The fat lady came the next day and we had mad sex. She was obviously a nympho and kept coming after then.

The black lady came few more times.

Different ladies started coming on different days, mostly ladies in their forties and fifties, ugly and obessed ones.

Joy had promised to set me free if I cooporate and help her raise $200,000, which she promised wouldnt take up to a year if i made the ladies come back, which I agreed.

She came to see me after sex with three old ladies, she stood by the door and was looking at me with admiration in her eyes.

"What?" I asked, feeling disgusted.

"You did well, they spoke highly of you" She said, then walked into the room and sat on my bed.

"What?" I asked, feeling she wanted sex too.

She sniffed closer to my thighs and smiled "You need to shower, you stink"

"I wonder why" I retorted coldly.

She ignored me and handed me a tablet "Take, I dont want anything to go wrong with my Sweet D"

I took the drug with the bottle water on the table by my bed.

She stood up, moved to the door, tossed me the key to the cuffs then shut the door, locked it from the other side."You earned your privacy today" She called out as she left.

This was my opportunity. I quickly thought of where to hide to attack her when she comes back. There was no hidden place by the door, it opens on the outside, so I cant hide behind it. The only solution is to hit her with the door when she unlocks it. This seemed like a brilliant plan.

I quickly put on my trouser and waited patiently to hear her opening the lock.

Two hours passed, there was no trace of her. I was getting tired, but my escape was more important to me.

I heard a car drive in. I panicked it could be another client. But those old hags wont be able to stop me. I remained on course.

The door bell rang. Joy went to get it.

"Hey, come in" Joy said cheerfully.

I heard Michael's voice and a younger guy's voice exchanging pleasantries with Joy.

"Who is your handsome friend Mike?" Joy asked.

"Steven, Steven meet Joy" Michael introduced them.

Moments later, I heard Joy enquired in her usual motherly tone "Do you care for some tea and cookies?"

"I dont mind" Steven replied politely.

When Joy left. I heard Steven asking Michael "Is she the doctor?"

Michael: No, her husband is.

moments later, I heard Joy:

Joy: Please, help yourself, I want to have a private word with Mike"

Steven: No problem ma'am.

Not long after, I percieved the gas that kept me in my current position.

Steven: Mike? What's smelling?

Heard Steven banging on the door.

The gas entered my room through under my door. I soaked my shirt in water and covered my nose with it.

After awhile Steven stopped knocking, I knew he had passed out. Even with the cloth covering my nose, I still felt woozy and weak, but tried to stay conscious.

Few minutes later, I heard Joy and Michael's voice in the living room.

Joy: Take him to the basement, i need to check on my sweet D

Michael: Who?

Joy: Nevermind

That was it, my moment of escape. I heard the key lock opening, I summoned courage and waited to attack. The door was about opening, I pushed it hard with all my strength, knocking Joy to the ground. That was it. I rushed to the exit door, it was locked. I opened the window, it had protector bars.

"Shit!"

As I was still looking for escape route, Joy stood up and shouted. "Michael! He is on the loose! Michael!"

I rushed to her and sent a hard blow across her face that sent her to the floor, then I knelt over her and tried to strangle her neck.

Michael rushed out with a pistol in his hand, I quickly moved away from Joy looking at the automatic 9MM pointed at me.

"Are you okay?" Michael enquired from Joy

Joy was still coughing and trying to catch her breath with her hands on her neck. She stood up slowly and nodded. Then came unto me and sent two dirty slaps on my cheeks.

"You will wish I killed you!" Joy raged in low tone with her eyes fuming with anger.

Omo na long thing you don enter Mike.

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