Must Read: Cyber lover - Season 1 - Episode 70

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Must Read: Cyber lover - Season 1 - Episode 70

“We don‟t want him escaping, do we?” Allen
nodded and produced a strong rope from his
pocket. “Please, leave her alone!” Michael
wailed as his hands were secured behind his
back and he was pushed to the ground while
Nimrod covered him with the pistol. “It‟s me
you want!” They just ignored him. His girl‟s
appearance was more appealing to their
lustful eyes. Even Nimrod watched her
heightening fear as his men circled her with
interest. “Wait!” he suddenly ordered them and
they turned to him. “I will take her first.” “No!”
Michael screamed. “Silence!” snarled Nimrod
and gave his victim a backhand slap. Michael
fell backwards, struggling with his bonds, and
the gang leader handed Allen the silencer-
fitted gun. “Let‟s see how you like watching
your girl get it from behind!” he now chuckled,
pulling down his jeans. “From the a-s!” agreed
Allen, pointing the gun at Michael. The men
before him laughed at this and started
throwing ribald jokes around. Most of them
had already pulled down their pants and this
situation helped the construction of more lewd
jokes.
Now, Nimrod advanced towards Brenda, who
was still in the circle created by her would-be
rapists. Their leader entered the ring and
grinned with pleasure. Allen shifted to better
see the action before his colleagues. Brenda
simply stood there, looking down at the
ground when Nimrod stopped before her. He
was still holding the knife and raised it to her
b---m. Michael‟s jaws were clenched tight as
he angrily stared at Nimrod, and the latter,
knowing that he was being watched, turned to
the man on the floor and smiled as he raised
the knife to the cleft between Brenda‟s
b-----s.

He tore open the dress in one quick swipe and
the men stared at Brenda‟s perfect figure.

Michael bowed his head in shame. If only a
neighbor would alert the cops, but it was as if
there were no one in the compound. He looked
around him, at the group of men waiting to
kill him after killing his girlfriend, and it was
then that he noticed a familiar figure amongst
them. Linus, the old gateman, was also
waiting his turn to rape Brenda. Linus was
with the criminals and even had his pants
down in his living room! As Michael looked
away in disgust, Nimrod turned the half-clad
Brenda around to the admiration of his men.
The girl was taking it too calmly for his liking
and he resolved to kill her as he raped her.

Maybe that would teach her.

He yanked away her flimsy bra and pushed
her to the central table in the room. Now he
was forcing her face down on it and pulling
down her p@anties. All the men were engrossed
in this voyeuristic entertainment, including
Allen, but Michael still did not know what to
do, since his hands were tied behind his back.

He only needed to start shouting if he wanted
Allen to plant a bullet in his head.

The mentioned now grabbed his head and forced
him to stare at the explicit scene about to
unravel before his very eyes. Nimrod was
gripping Brenda‟s hands behind her with his
left hand as he tried to force himself into her
from behind. Michael could no longer bear it.
He was shaking all over. Then it happened. An
unseen hand pulled the gang leader off the
naked girl and flung him into one of the
framed artworks on Michael‟s wall. Shattering
glass heralded the painful impact and silence
fell over the onlookers as Nimrod crashed to
the ground, dazed. He shook his head and got
up, his boxer shorts now covered by his loose
jeans. “What just happened, Boss?” asked a
scared Allen, looking around him like the other
men.

“Kill…Kill the b---h!” snarled his boss. Allen
turned to Brenda with the gun and it was
forced from him by an unseen hand. The next
moment, he was crashing into the second
picture on the wall, its glass frame exploding
like the first one. “Kill the witch!” Nimrod was
commanding his men. They drew their
weapons at the confused girl, who was still
cowering beside the wooden table on which
she was to be defiled. “No!” screamed
Michael. Jangfu was lifted high up like a piece
of rag and hauled at his colleagues, who
tumbled as they tried to maintain their
balance despite the fact that they still had
their jeans below their knees. His pistol fell to
the floor and it rose up into the air on its own
free will. “Abeg,” screamed Linus in pidgin
English, “wetin dey happen?” Brenda suddenly
realized what was really happening. Cain.

“Aaaaargh!” screamed Okon as he fell dead
beside his colleagues. Jangfu was pushed
back by the strength of another shot and
slumped beside this dead colleague of his.
Another fellow wailed in pain as his gun was
knocked out of his hand and the next instant,
he sprawled on the floor.
Linus hastily made for the door as he pulled
up his jeans but was cut down from behind by
a single shot from the weapon now hanging in
the air. “What the hell?” snapped Nimrod as
the mysterious gun turned on him. Allen dived
for cover as his boss scrambled to hide
behind a steel cabinet in the room. Two other
gang members were succesively silenced as
they scrambled for one of the room‟s exit
doors. They soon lay in different angles on
the floor. It was obvious that the invisible
entity controling the gun was an excellent
shot. “Allen, we must get out of here!” cried
Nimrod. “H-How?” squeaked Allen, drawing
further behind his protection as the bullets
flew in their direction. More men screameed
with their last breath and crashed to the
ground. Michael was lying flat on his stomach
and starring around in wild fright. Brenda
crawled over to him. “Michael, it‟s Cain!” she
told him. “You must get out of here before he
realizes you‟re here!” “What are you saying?

From what you have told me, he knows I‟m
here, Brenda!” he cried. “There‟s no way out of
this for me! I‟d as well die here with you
beside me!” “Don‟t speak like that, my love!”
opposed the girl. „My love.‟ The magic gun
turned towards Michael as soon as she had
said these words, and a booming voice
resounded within the enclosed room.
“Michael!” it said.
“So, Brenda never told you to stop seeing her?
Now you die!” “Now!” screamed Nimrod, and
the two remaining gangsters unleashed
bullets on the empty space around the gun.

Brenda covered her ears with both hands and
shielded Michael‟s head with her body. The
firing continued for some time, and then the
mysterious gun dropped to the floor. The
goons ceased fire. “Something…something
invisible was controlling the…the gun,”
postulated Allen as they both stood up. “Did…
did we get it? Him?” “How would I know?”
demanded Nimrod, taking his time to leave the
shelter of the cabinet. He glared at Michael
and the girl, his lips forming a wicked grin,
though it was obvious that he was still
scared. His men lay dead and strewn around
the room. Even Jangfu had been snuffed out.

“Your witch must have unleashed a potent
magic on us, Michael!” he growled. “But we‟ve
defeated it!” Allen grabbed Brenda by the hair
and pulled her up. He kicked Michael in the
g---n. “Ouch!” yelled the restrained man lying
on the floor. Nimrod kicked him as well and
felt pleased when he heard a satisfying groan
as Michael lost consciousness. Brenda was
livid. “You won‟t get away, Nimrod,” she
snapped. “Cain will get you and your man,
here!” Allen pulled her around by the hair.
“Who is Cain?” snarled Nimrod, picking up his
knife from where it fell and turning to her.
“Answer me, or die right now!” He extended
his weapon towards her naked b-----s
bobbing up and down as his minion pulled her
by the hair.
“Boss, maybe it‟s the name of her invisible
juju!” suggested Allen. “Shut up!” ordered his
leader, looking around in fright. “I think we
have silenced the invisible thing. We shot him,
whatever he is!” “I don‟t think so,” let out
Brenda and got a slap for her effort. But she
was right, because, the next instant, a vice-like
grip encircled Allen‟s neck and he dropped his
gun and let go of the girl. He was lifted high
up in the air and the booming voice returned.

“You will die like this, Nimrod, or whatever you
call yourself, for attacking the love of my life!
Pity you thought you could kill me with a
mere gun! Pity you‟ll never know what hit
you!” Nimrod‟s second-in-command was
bashed in the head several times on the wall,
until his brains splattered like paint across
the wall. The escaped convict suddenly felt
Brenda was manipulating some demons to
obey her desires. Perhaps, she had some
diabolic powers, he thought. The b---h was
playing some demonic stunts on him! Well,
demons or no demons, he must do what he
had to do. He lifted up the knife to stab her,
but suddenly felt a strong grip on his neck. It
was so strong that for a few moments he felt
paralyzed. Then he began to fight for his life
just as Allen had done a few moments ago.

Brenda was now on the floor breathing hard.

Allen‟s hair-pulling had almost made her
unconscious. She stepped away from Nimrod
as he struggled with his unseen assailant and
crawled over to Michael. She held him on the
floor.
Nimrod was now more than two feet above the
ground. He was fighting more frantically than
Allen had done.