THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER EIGHT

The drug I just put into Shawn's drink is taking effect on his body.
He is blabbering too much.
"My parents are very rich.... Filthy rich! They own businesses all over the world."
He explains as he gives me a tour of his parents' bungalow. It's evident that he doesn't know what he is doing.
He leads me to his bedroom and he can't just stop talking.
"What I am about to tell you, I have never told it to anyone else. It is my little secret...."
The moment I hear secret, my mind and heart leaps in joy.
I take my mobile and hit the recording button. He is too dump and drunk to realise that...
"I sell drugs to sustain my lifestle. My parents are also drug barons but they have employed several guys to do the job for them. They only deal with the legal businesses.... "
This is far much more than I expected...
Juicy.
He mentions that he has a big bro who is also into illegal businesses.
He keeps on spilling more beans as I record. Finally, deep slumber takes over him and I take that chance to escape.
I pass by the master bedroom and I am tempted to have a peek inside.
One push and the door lets me in.
The place reeks of opulence.
Expensive furniture.
I rummage through the closet and I can't help but admire the Madam's clothes.
I pack a few and proceed to the drawers.
I'm met by several Bunches of dollars. I can't help but stuck some in my porch.
When did I become a thief???
OMG!
I then steal  some documents which I presume to be important documents for their businesses.
I know I will put the boy into trouble but if he happens to confront me, I will definitely blackmail him with the recording I have. It can do more harm than good.
I tiptoe back to his room but he is sleeping soundly.
I strip him naked and play with his manhood as I record the happenings.
He squints in pleasure, begging me not to stop.
I guess the drug effect is about to wear out therefore I leave him there. As I pass through the vast living room, a family photo captures my attention. I peek carefully, squinting an  eye and I can't believe who I see in  the picture!Could he be the bro he was talking about? Because I  can see an elderly couple whom I presume to be the parents, two younger girls and two big boys, Shawn  and his bro....
The one in illegal businesses!
A silent squirm escapes my clenched teeth.
I really am trending on dangerous grounds!
I tiptoe silently as I sneak out of the bungalow.
It's still dark outside therefore I hail a cab and whisper directions to the driver.
Back in my apartment, I count my loot and fit on the clothes I stole. None fits me. I make a mental note to sell them to my friends.
The documents I took contains lots of information which I can't put down on paper.
I freshen up and slump on my shitty bed.
It's high time I had a review of my fucked up life.
I have done more than enough damage to people's hearts. I really regret taking those documents for they will put Shawn into trouble with his folks.
Well, it's not like I care that much about him....
But what I dread is his bro. He is definitely a dangerous man and I wouldn't want to get into his bad books.

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My heart is beating so fast. It's demanding to be let out.
The man in my room is a monster, yes! A monster. My auntie doesn't give a damn about me and my fucked up self. She cares about money... Nothing but money.
The monster has tied me up on bed, legs apart... He is about to have his way with me, however he pleases. I am too weak to resist. With my hands tied up and legs too, I am rendered useless. I am immobile. I can't scream because my mouth is sealed with a tape. It's his idea of having fun. He derives pleasure in seeing someone suffering.
He approaches me with a grin, exposing a set of rusty teeth.
He starts playing with my c**t.... he inserts a finger,  two... three... Four.... Five.... The whole fist is inside. I am screaming but no sound is coming out. His whole fist is inside me. The pain is unbearable... I'm about to pass out...

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I wake up with a start!
I survey my surroudings and realise that I am on my bed.
Sun rays are penetrating though the glass window.
It's already daybreak.
I've just had another nightmare. One of those nightmares which can't let me be. They have been part and parcel of my life.
I fasten my night robe and head straight to the washroom. I'm abit pressed.
I sit on the toilet seat as I reflect on all that has been happening into my life.
It's high time I turned a new leaf.
I have to.
I can't continue hurting more people.
Though Everytime I swear to change, I always find myself on the wrong once more.
I'm so much used to this life such that I'm unable to let go off it...
Poor Donna...