An Evening With Eva

Episode 43

The Hotel bubbled as music blasted from
highly powered surround speakers. Half Unclad
girls paraded the dimly lit bar, looking for
clients to patronize their willing bodies. It was
the perfect way to spend a Friday night, away
from all the hiding and looking behind his
shoulders. Ahmed smiled as he blended with
the already teeming crowd in the bar. He
walked to the barman and requested for his
favorite beer. While he waited, he turned and
watched as the girls on the iron poles did
their thing, grinding their bodies against the
cold metal and pulling acrobatic stunts to the
sheer amazement of lewd customers. So this
was what his Uncle wanted him to miss? He
hissed and shook his head mockingly.

Collecting his beer after generously tipping the
bar man, he walked to an empty seat in the
far corner of the bar. It was going to be an
evening to remember
Sadly for him, it was going to be his last
evening alive.

“Target green. Visible from this point.

Awaiting orders.” The barman texted Ope, who was now inside the hotel, begging the
receptionist for a room to spend the night.

“Copy that. Keep target in focus. Wait for my
orders.” Ope texted back.

The barman got the text and immediately
deleted it off his phone.

“Na wa for una o. Just ordinary room una no
fit give person. Shey I tell you say I no go pay
ni?” Ope queried the receptionist.

“No sir, we are fully booked. I am so sorry but
there is nothing I can do.” She replied.

“Shey I sha fit go the bar go take one or two
bottles?” Ope asked.

“Of course sir. Right that way.” The
receptionist said, pointing to the direction of
the bar.

Ope winked at her and she blushed. He made
a mental note to check on her when he was
done with the current mission.

“I am moving in sir. I would like to confirm the
code of this operation sir. Take out or delivery
sir?” Ope said, pressing his left hand into his
left ear.

“I have changed my mind. Deliver him to me
at the Mansion. It has to be a clean job. I will
do the rest.” The General replied.

“Copied.” Ope replied and took out the tiny
white transmitter in his left ear. He crushed
the device witb his boots and entered the bar.

---

Sophia looked at the General as a smile
beamed across his face. He had never seen
him smile since she was 15. Even when he
promoted her to a lieutenant in his
Corporation, he had a grim look on his face.

“That’s a look one doesn’t get to see every
day sir. What is the secret?” Sophia asked
dropping a glass of cold water on the table by
which he sat.

“Let’s just say, I am going to have my pound
of flesh.” The General replied.

“I thought you said you do not do
desperation. If you kill the boy, is that not
exactly what it is? A desperate act at
revenge?” Sophia questioned.

“I lied.” The General replied and continued.

“Cheers sweetheart.” He finished pushing his
cup of water at her.

She just smiled and blew him a kiss.

She was beginning to get worried about this
man.

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Eva yawned and stretched as the rays of the
early morning sun peeped through the slightly
opened curtains. She was completely nak3d as
the duvet fell off her body as she sat up. She
remembered what happened the night before.

She felt good. Just then a shirtless Sean
walked in with a tray which had a warm cup of
coffee and sandwiches.

“Rise and Shine sweetheart.” He said dropping the tray beside her and kissing her softly on the forehead.

“Did we?” Eva asked surprised, a look of lust
in her eyes.

“What do you think?” Sean replied and then
continued
“Come on, gobble up. You need your strength.

I will be back. I need to use the gym.” Sean
finished.

Eva watched as Sean went of the bedroom.

She could not stop staring at his perfectly
curved body and his suave. She felt herself
tingle below and she chuckled.

---

“Hey bro, is this seat taken?” Ope said to
Ahmed who was on his third bottle of beer.

“No it’s not. You can have it.” Ahmed replied.

They shook hands. As they pumped and
snapped, Ope lodged a tiny tracker in Ahmed’s hand. They talked about the country, the improvement, and the failures. They got round to the subject of women and how filled the bar was.

“So what if your wife call you now, wetin you
go do?” Ope asked Ahmed, opening his second
bottle of beer.

“I no get wife o. That is why I come here. All
these girls just dey enter my eyes and I no
know which one I go fit choose sef.” Ahmed
replied.

His eyes darted to and fro the large room,
falling on different pretty girls. He did not
have enough cash to spend.

“You like that yellow one there? Wey get big
yansh and b0s0ms?” Ope asked
“Ah, na dat one dey my mind since! Brother, u
get eye o.” Ahmed replied smacking his lips.

Ope signaled to the girl and she came over to
their table. She was among one of the hookers
already bought by Ope. She sat on Ahmed’s
laps and began to touch him in places that
drove him crazy. He was on his sixth bottle of
beer and was already drunk. His eyes were
blurred and his utterances were slurred. With
the girl on his left and Ope on his right, he
was guided out of the bar.

The Colonel was worried. Ahmed had not
called or texted. He was supposed to check in
every half hour. But three hours had gone by
and he hadn’t heard from him. He decided to
go see for himself. As the Colonel got off the
stairs, he looked left and saw Ahmed been
taken out of the premises. He was shocked.

His gun was not on him. He ran and
screamed. By the time he got to the gate, they
had zoomed off in a waiting car. The Colonel
was furious. He held the gateman by the collar
and threatened to kill him. He wanted to know
where they were taking his nephew to. He was
choking the gateman now, stifling him to
death. Four heavily built bouncers in black
fitting tops and tight pants suddenly appeared
from nowhere. The Colonel eyed them one
after the other. He could take all of them out
conveniently without breaking a sweat.

However, he decided the drama would not be
necessary. He apologized, left the gateman
and went back to his room. He had only one
thing on his mind. Getting Ahmed back.

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He woke as a bucket of water was splashed on
his face. He tried to adapt his eyes to the
darkness of the dimly lit room. He could see
figures of two men but his vision was blurred.

Gradually he could see the two men. He
recognized one as his friend from the bar the
night before. He didn’t know who the other
man was. He tried to get up from the bed he
was in but discovered that his legs and hands
were tied to the small bed in the middle of the
room. He still had a little hangover but the
current fear he felt had sent a cold shiver
down his spine.

“What…wha.. what.. am…i..doing…here. Wh…
who…who…are…you…people?” Ahmed
stammered as the other man approached him.

“Shhhhhhh. Quiet. The General hates noise.”

The man said.

He gave Ahmed a hard slap to the right side
of his face. Ahmed yelped in pain.

“Did that hurt?” The man asked.

Ahmed kept quiet, his head turned away from
the man. He was sobbing quietly. He was
afraid. He didn’t plan to die like this.

The man bent low and turned Ahmed’s face
back towards him. He sq££zed Ahmed’s
cheeks with his thumb and forefinger.

“I said, did that hurt?” He said to Ahmed
menacingly.

Ahmed nodded slowly.

“Good boy. Because what you just experienced
is nothing compared to what is going to
happen to you pretty soon.” He finished and
backed away from Ahmed, heading for the
door and going out.

Ope came to Ahmed and patted his hair
gently.

“I am sorry bro, but I don’t call the shots.

See you in hell.” Ope said and left him.

Ope knocked twice on another door within the
same room and stepped out, locking the door
behind him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door
that Ope knocked opened and Ahmed almost
poo his pants.

The General strode out of the room gallantly.

He smiled as he approached Ahmed.

“How are you boy?” The General asked looking down at the scared man tied on the bed.

“Pppp…le…aa…seeee. Ppppleeeaaasssee.”

Ahmed begged.

“I am sorry but that word does not exist in my
dictionary. I need to send your Uncle a
souvenir.” The General said and continued,
“Then I am going to take off every toe, every
finger, pluck out your eyes, your tongue and
dismember you gradually till you die. Now
which toe do I send to your Uncle?” The
General threatened, bringing out a huge sharp
plier.

“I think I will just take the two big toes. Don’t
worry boy, I am quite skilled at this.” The
General finished.

Ahmed wet his pants. The General did not let
that affect him. He cut off Ahmed’s big toes in
swift snaps of the plier. Blood poured from the
wounds. Ahmed shrieked in pain. The
General’s black shirt was stained with blood.

He kept the cut toes on the floor.

“Now, to the main course.” The General said,
snapping the plier in the air.

Ahmed’s cries and shrieks pierced the air and
went through the hallways. No one would hear
him. No one would help him. The General left him barely alive and exited the room with his
exhibits. He planned to send them to The
Colonel later. Ahmed was breathing very
slowly. His heart gradually gave way. He died
a slow and painful death.