For The Love Of Vivian Episode 10
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“It’s a shame that despite your ravishing beauty, I’ll have to send you to meet your daughter after I’m done having s*x with you,” Victor said, a baneful smile lit up his face.
“Victor please, you don’t have to do this, please,” Aliyah cried, tears streaming down her eyes. The agony she felt was traumatizing and the thought that it could be her last day on Earth made her shiver.
Victor unbuckled his belt and he threw it to a corner. His trousers came crashing to his knees. Aliyah trembled with fear, her eyes bulging out from the endless shedding of tears.
He ripped his shirt off his body, exposing his abs and manly physique. Without haste he took off his boxers and his huge manhood dangled in between his legs.
Aliyah gasped frightfully.
There was no way his dịck would fit into her vagîna.
The bed creaked as he climbed on top it. Victor grinned like a viscous lion about to capture it’s prey.
As he got close to Aliyah, she could feel his hot breath on her face, his eyes stared into hers.
He reached for his dịck which was now very stiff and just as he was about inserting it, Aliyah spat on his face.
His expression changed instantly.
He cleaned the spit with the back of his palm.
“You want to play that way…”
A heavy slap landed on Aliyah’s cheek, instantly turning it red.
“It’s better you don’t make things harder for yourself, if you decide to play rough then I’ll go rough,” he said harshly.
“You’re a devil! You killed my only child!” Aliyah screamed.
Victor slapped her again.
And she stared at him in shock.
“If you ever say that again… I’ll rip your head off. Linda and I were killing girls and selling their body parts but that doesn’t mean we killed your daughter.”
Victor climbed down the bed and put on his underwear, he had suddenly lost appetite for s*x, he decided to end Aliyah. Once and for all.
Immediately he picked up a small knife that was on the drawer.
He rushed back to the bed and said in a hushed tone, “You really pissed me off killing my partner and I promise to make your death slow and painful.”
He dug the knife into her left arm and tore it across her flesh. Blood oozed out.
“Ahh!” Aliyah groaned and he gave an evil laughter.
He seemed to enjoy seeing her in pains.
“Help me! Somebody help!!”
Victor ran to one of the drawers and brought out a duct tape, and in a split second he had sealed her mouth close.
“So you really want me to go rough… I pity you.”
He stabbed the knife deep into her hand one more time.
Aliyah screamed but all that could be heard was indistinct mumbles.
He dragged it across her flesh and the knife tore her skin up to the tips of her finger tearing the rope in the process.
The pain was unbearable, the anguish unimaginable, never before had she felt such torment.
Her unrelenting bravery led her into this, her stupid smartness. But without her intervention, more chaos would overtake the neighbourhood.
Many more lives would be lost if she doesn’t get out alive.
As Victor removed the knife from her palm, a large opening was formed, her nerves twitched, her pupils dilated as pain reverberated through her whole body.
“Haha!” Victor laughed, like a maniac who had been set on rampage.
He raised the knife up in the air, this time it’s trajectory was set for her heart. Just as he was about placing it in her chest, Aliyah caught hold of his hand.
He struggled with her, it was a tug of war.
Aliyah knew what was at stake; her life was on the line and despite the blood that gushed out from her left hand and the pains spreading through her veins, Aliyah held on. Pushing back as Victor pressed with all his might.
She felt a surge of strength.
God was on her side.
She dragged the knife from his hand and thrust it into Victor’s eye.
“My eye! Ahh! Ahh!”
She dragged it out, thrust it into his stomach and removed it again.
Blood gushed out.
“F*ckkkk!”
Victor was coughing blood out of his mouth betwixt severe pain.
“Ahh! Ahh! You’ll pay for this,” he cried.
It would only take minutes for him to bleed to death, Aliyah wasn’t left out. She was bleeding profusely from all over her left hand.
She had to be fast if she is to remain alive.
She cut the ropes of her other hand and set herself free. The white bedsheet was now painted red with blōod. Victor was rolling all over, moanịng in excruciating pain.
Aliyah gasped.
It felt like one of Zibima Henry’s stories, but no way, this was real life.
With her blōody hand which felt almost lifeless Aliyah took to her heels. She ran to the sitting room and in a split second she had dashed out of the house.
She ran across the street, speedily towards her house.
People stared at her, they were befuddled to see her covered in blood. She paid no attention, she ran until she got to her home and she pushed the door open.
Her husband and mother in law were watching a movie in the sitting room. Desmond was stunned as he saw his wife walk in looking like a world war II survivor.
He ran to her and quickly took hold of her hands.
“Jesus! Honey what happened? What happened to you?”
His mom was also in a state of shock, even her dislike for Aliyah vanished as her face lit up with concern.
“What happened to you?” Her mother in law asked.
“I just killed someone!” Aliyah said in a panicky voice.
“You just did what?” They asked concurrently.
“I just killed two people; Victor and Linda. They were trying to kill me…” Aliyah wailed, her fingers vibrating in shock. She was yet to recover from the tension.
“I still don’t understand you,” her mother in law cut in.
“What exactly are you saying?” She turned to her son and asked, “what is your wife saying? What does she mean by she just killed someone?”
Desmond could see how tensed his wife was; Aliyah was pacing the room even as blood dripped from her hand.
“Honey we need to get you to the hospital, but for now I need a briefing… What really happened?”
It took just two minutes for Aliyah to explain the misery she had just been through.
They were in disbelief by the time she was done.
“I’m sorry you had to pass through all this, but right now we have to get you to the hospital.”
“Hmm!” His mum sighed.
“I’m just wondering; won’t your wife get arrested for murder?”
“It wasn’t murder, it was self defence.” Desmond said boldly.
As soon as he said those words, Aliyah’s phone began ringing, it was on the wooden table. They were sent into a trance of shock as they saw who was calling.
It was the inspector.
“Jesus! I don’t want to get arrested.” Aliyah cried.
“Just pick up, we have to tell the police what happened.”
Aliyah sluggishly picked up the phone with her right hand.
“Hello good afternoon madam,” came the baritone voice of the inspector.
“Good… good afternoon,”
“We have good news for you madam…”
“Good news? What’s that?”
“Madam we’ve found your daughter, she is not dead, she was only missing.”
A cold wave of shock spread through her bones, her daughter is not dead?
TO Be Continued
