Jemi held the lump in her throat trying to form a moan..was she beautiful the candle light bathed her in golden glory giving her the lure of Aphrodite. slowly Emma walked up to her, her fingers resting on Jemi's face. "you're cold aren't you?" the words couldn't come out, so she nodded. Jemi could swear she saw her smile. Emma's hands went down to her shirt, like a sorceress each time she touched the buttons, it flew open. swiftly she slipped to shirt down her hands, her pointy breast now on display, Emma placed her hands on them, squeezing and tugging with her fingers as she kissed her, teasing, testing her limit. Kissing her back Jemi wondered if this was one of those dreams she always had. with her hands resting on Jemi's taut belly, Emma's provoking lips went down to her neck. Jemi gasped "you kiss me there I'm losing control" she whispered hoping it sounded like a warning. seems like Emma wasn't heeding the warning or she was just plain deaf. nibbling, she bit it softly then sucked on it again. And all hell broke loose.
View MoreThe January wind blew fiercely, whirling the snow around pushing against every solid space helpless against the storm. The silence aided the howling, giving it the air of a hunted night.
The road leading to the church was empty and snow deep. Wouldn't stop people trooping in at the first crow to worship God. But will they ever know?That a God will be within them, watching their faces with satisfaction. The only difference was that ..this was going to be a physical presence.The old houses each at the side of the snowed dirt road gave it all a grotesque image.A wailing voice was heard from the church, picking up the cue a man walked along the dirt road, the dark clothes he wore though in the night were traced out by the snow..in his left hand was a briefcase. He walked purposefully and increased his pace when he heard the jingling of the bell echoing with the wailing voice.He knew he had to be finished before the congregation began to troop in. They never came in ones, twos or even threes but came in multitude. Fulfilling the scripture that said. "And a great multitude was gathered unto Him, so that he went into a ship and sat; And the whole multitude sat at the shore"Each of them heads bowed and murmuring, asking, pleading or throwing a fit still knowing that God was God and will always be God. So doing what he pleases.
He reached the entrance of the church, now making short strides, hands on the finely painted rail..the red carpet leading to the entrance was a majestic lure. It was the only building worth looking at..and it stood out. Ridiculing the other buildings more.Now in he walked soundlessly down the pew, the wailing man in sight. He was dressed in all white a bell on his hand, he prayed loudly with head raised to the sky, in tongues. It was obvious he hadn't heard anyone walk in, or his ear failing for he looked quite old." I'm glad this is still working out for you" The old man stopped. The silence seemed loud."it's been a while hasn't it.." He dropped the briefcase. "I missed you""Expected you sooner" the old man's husky voice shook low that it seemed unreal." I had some businesses to attend to" he opened the briefcase and took from it a pair of disposable gloves. "I would want to waste time with you but the thought of it fills me with dread" he shivered to exaggerate. He placed a finger on the chin of the old man."Anyone could come in at any time""And they will find you. it's going to be very tragic, I would want to give you a clue on how it is going to be but I want a surprise" he tapped the crinkled skin twice firmly. Walking to the briefcase he kept on the tiled floor he grabbed white clothing from it. Raised it to the old man and smiled cheekily " I brought a piece to match"He brought the finest chair from the alter and motioned with his hands "sit"The old man hesitated.He sighed "I want this as painless as possible, even if you scream, which you always do at God. They'll all think it's normal. Let's get this over with" he motioned again "sit"The old man now sweaty, made his way to the chair but collapsed."Let me help you" he lifted him effortlessly and dropped him on the chair..proceeding to tie his hands against its arm."This isn't what God would've wanted" the wry man tried helplessly, catarrh now blowing bubbles straight to his mouth. His eyes brought down tears.The black-attired man chuckled tying the second arm in place and proceeding on the legs."We've had our differences, it doesn't have to end like this." The pleas were profuse. "Tell me what you want, money, power or pleasure, the church got stacks of them,..." he couldn't finish for the gag find found its way to its mouth."It's great hearing you beg, plead for a little time" he tightened the gag tight to make sure there was a tear at the side of his victim's mouth.Done he made his way again to the briefcase, making his choices on the instrument of death there..his eyes falling on a bottle he smiled and grabbed the slim knife...Facing the muffling old man."For I am the lord and vengeance is mine"Jemi stared at the photo, eyes wide and face white, her hands were beginning to tremble. She fastened them around the phone so tighten she thought she was going to snap it in two, her heartbeat racing. HI JEMI This was what she had been avoiding, Emma's involvement. the psychopath was everywhere, the psycho knew all about her and she knew nothing about him, or what he wanted. He had all the advantages. She dashed out of the shack, ignoring the stares thrown at her and her manager's calls, she couldn't stop to explain. She was losing it. running to a pay phone, "fuck fuck" this wasn't happening. The little space of her mind the fear didn't cover, anger did. Damn that Emma, damn her to the deepest part of hell. Reaching the payphone, she dialed, hands shaking trying to remember the numbers. Seeing it was futile, she copied the number from her phone and dialed waiting. At the last ring, she picked up "Emma speaking" "Jesus Christ
It was on a Wednesday morning when she heard the knock on the door, she rolled her eyes thinking it was the police doing their random check on the house every couple of hours, Today was lonely. With Jemi at work and she staying behind, she'd tried reading but like always she found herself without the concentration she needed. During the week Jemi hadn't stopped reminding her of the need for her to leave. And it wasn't so annoying as the first time she'd done it so she didn't bitch back. She'd seen the tiredness in her eyes each time she fell back from the station or made a call. She looked so stressed once Emma had to slip her sleeping drugs into her coffee and then dragged her limp body up to bed. It wasn't all bad, they were fun days too, cooking together or sharing a tub or a shower, Jemi whispering into her ears how much she made her crazy or just wrapping her hands beneath her shirt, making her shiver as she toyed with her skin. Making it harder
He dashed out of the house, locking the door in two quick turns. The street was almost empty, people running to escape the drizzle, most on raincoats like he was, others on umbrellas. He took it all in, pure and clean, like his thoughts. Since he had agreed to willingly do the work that was laid out for him. The work of the one who sent him, wielding the world of its impurity, shedding the blood of the unclean, to save it all from god's wrath. The drizzle had turned into heavy droplets of rain. These days it never stopped and he knew why "I need a confirmation lord, I want to know if it's you" he had lay face down on the ground one quiet night weeping "make it easy for me and I'll do everything you want, just one sign, nonstop rain" He sat up, looking at the ceiling, hands in the air, clasped together, waiting in silence, after a couple of hours, he had a pit then a patter, soon it was falling so hard he'd thought the maker was angry he was bein
It was magical how people changed and mystical how you felt the transformation, whether it was physical or temperamental, one could not just hold humans in a specific position and behavioral pattern. People changing wasn't a myth. That was how she felt when she saw Matt Phone to her ear she tapped the wooden surface the glass partition stood on, the beat making no sensible rhythm, gazing back at the person behind it. They hadn't said anything to each other since she entered. His beards were obvious, making him look older than he was, his eyes reddish and sunken, once hard intimidating countenance now soft and gentle. Even though she finally told him why she was there, the calm on his face didn't waver. "I told Emma about it and she didn't believe me" he tilted his head "I don't think you want to hear it" Jemi leaned close "if you think that, why did you ask to see me?" "Genius," He smiled. He didn't look like an asshole anymore,
"What's going on?" Jemi asked. Emma avoided her gaze, was she okay? what the hell is going on here? "Sit down Miss Jemi?" Detective Collin said. Jemi was too worried to correct him, she sat down close to Emma on the settee. The pressure on her kn3auckles intensified. "What's going on," she asked again getting impatient. "There was another death Miss Jemi" "Oh " Jemi could only mutter another death in the space of a month and three weeks. This wasn't good. "Victim's tall, brown eyes, black, with a fro tied down, she seemed to be going on a morning Jog when she was attacked" his gaze focused on her "does that sound familiar to you?" "No it doesn't" Jemi wasn't sure why she was being asked those questions, why was everybody deathly pale, why was no one explaining in a way she understood. Detective Collin continued "what about, she lives in this neighborhood?" "I don't think I know anybody in this neig
"Hi Jemi" Lucas stood before the newest painting then back at Emma, his face in total puzzlement. Jemi felt cringed, yes she'd sent the address but she was unaware they were going to show up. She looks at Emma's blood-drained face again. She wasn't enjoying this too. Emma hurriedly faced it to the wall, guilt on her countenance "Dad you didn't say you were coming over when we spoke this morning" "We brought clothes for a change, we thought you might need them" Yolanda explained "But you don't" she started pointedly at Jemi's shirt she wore. Emma blushed. If Jemi didn't feel so embarrassed she'd have joined in the fun, taunting Emma to bits, instead, she wanted to disappear. "This is a nice place Jemi?" Lucas looked around. "It isn't mine" she found her voice. "It's for a friend, he lent me this place so I don't go homeless" "It has taste" "He has taste, lucky he did more than offer" Jemi left them and mov
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