The Voice – Episode 15

The Voice – Episode 15

A story by Alabede Jude

 

Emily sat on a swivel chair in her spacious office, pile of files graced the desk at her front not excluding a laptop system. She was working on a news article for publication but her mind was far from it. She had edited the news article countless times but yet, it wasn’t just perfect.

She re-edited it for the last time but to her it wasn’t yet good for publication. Something was certainly missing, she shook her head and closed the system . She was done for the day even though, she hasn’t done what she ought to do.

Emily crashed back on the backrest of the swivel chair and it swirl around in rotation. Her thoughts wandered off again, this time it was Ben. She couldn’t think of anything else except him.

Ben wasn’t back since the day he left, it was now a week since she had last set her eyes on him all in the name of work. She just can’t sit idle watching fire burn her roof. Nora should be of help, so she thought.

Emily picked her phone on the desk, she squinted her eyes at the phone.

There was a message, she opened it hoping it would be from Ben but it wasn’t. The message had no sender and it looked bizarre.

The message was encrypted in numbers, Emily couldn’t understand what it meant.

“4151420 – 21598518 – 2515211819518 – 1415181 – 919 – 715145”.

Emily was puzzled and confused on what to do, an idea suddenly crept in and she smiled. She scrolled through her contacts and dialed a number.

“Hello, please help me decode this numbers and get back to me as soon as possible” Emily hung up and send the coded numbers via messenger.

Within a minute, a message popped up on her phone.

She opened it, the message had been decoded and it reads.

“Don’t bother yourself, Nora is gone”, a confused look appeared on Emily’s face.

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Cole sat down at the corner of the ever wild Miracles bar.

He hummed and nodded at the groove of the music being played as he opened another bottle of beer. He drank it all in one gulp and dropped the empty bottle on the table.

He took another bottle, opened it and gulped it in again. He sighed and belched loudly.

Drinking wasn’t his thing but he had to and he did anyway.

He consindered drinking as the best thing to do. Nothing could ever make him good, except he drinks but this wasn’t going well at all.

He looked at the dancers on stage, he squinted as his eyes was very blurry and obscured, he could only make out hazy figures dancing but he couldn’t distinguish between a male and a female.

Cole looked back at the empty bottles on the table, he counted it and smiled. He couldn’t have believed if he was told he drank 20 bottles but he did anyway, the killer made him do it, just the way the monster possessed the killer and now, he was possessed by the killer.

Nora is gone but he’s gonna find her one way or the other.

Cole drooled over the bottles, he saw a figure hovering above him. He looked up, looking straight into the eyes as though he was looking for a lost treasure, he couldn’t see anything rather than a blonde hair and a hidden face.

“Who are you” Cole asked in a gruffy and drunken voice which was barely audible to the ears.

Agent Bola sat down ignoring his question, he had called her himself to meet him at the bar only to show up and ask her who she was.

She opened her mouth as she saw the bottles littered on the table. Something was amiss, Cole doesn’t drink that much.

“What’s wrong Cole?” Agent bola slammed the table and two bottles rolled over and crashed on the tiled floor.

Cole could recognize the voice but not the face, he knew who it was. She was clad in a red gown which looked like blood to Cole.

“Please fix me” Cole said with pleading eyes.

“What?” Emily furrowed her eyebrows in surprise.

“You heard me right?”

Agent bola still looked on with surprise written all over her face.

She knew he was drunk but never the less, he knows what he was doing.

“Please…” Cole drooled over the word, like its a life saver.

Agent Bola shook her head, he really needed to be fixed because he looked distraught like he just lost something valuable.

Agent Bola smiled, the moment she had been waiting for has finally presented itself. She just had to play her card well.

“Let’s go” Agent Bola muttered to him as she stood up.

Cole stood up and fell back on the chair. He was heavily drunk, hardly could he lift himself.

Agent Bola walked over to him and gave him a helping hand and both managed to get out of the bar. She pushed Cole into the back seat while she sat at the front seat.

She ignited the car engine and stepped on the throttle of the car as she sped off.

“Where are we going?” Agent Bola asked glancing back at Cole who was half asleep.

“Anywhere” Cole muttered drunkily.

Agent Bola slammed on the brakes and pulled over to her house. She helped Cole out of the car and they both walked into the house staggering as they walked. Cole’s body was wet as he had spilled the drinks on his body. She dropped Cole on the settee in her sitting room, the house was pitch black and void of light. Agent Bola switched on the lights, the lights flickered and came on.

She looked at her body, it was messed with Cole’s body.

She undressed and pulled off her gown.

Cole watched as she undressed, he gulped in the lump that came to his throat as he stared at her not too massive b**bs fighting to be freed in the tiny bra she wore. His sight became clear as he looked on downwards to her backside which was turned to him.

Cole looked away immediately their gaze met, he felt tempted but he couldn’t resist the urge.

Bola smiled, she would surely get what she wanted. She walked over to him smiling seductively.

“Am gonna fix you now”, she said as she unbuttoned his shirt.

Agent Bola couldn’t help it, a wide grin appeared on her face. It would definitely be a long night.

To be continued…

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