CLIENT FROM HELL EPISODE 5

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EPISODE 5: A CLIENT FROM HELL

As I lay my head on Caleb's lap crying, I thought of Lucy, what is she doing now? Is she trying to reach me as we agreed? Has she gone to the police to report me missing? I couldn't help but think that way as Lucy seem to be my only way to escape this mess. And even if she contacted the police, how would they know where I was? It's not like they have a kind of supernatural ability. Maybe I should just die. Death suddenly felt like the next best option.

Caleb squeezed his laps around my face as if trying to comfort me. He looked straight into my eyes and for the first time I saw life in his eyes. He shook his head and squinted his eyes, frowning in a way a loving mother would when her child is doing something naughty, I understood immediately what he was trying to tell me.

''Don't give up.'' That was what I interpreted his frowning face as, it was like telepathy. I was able to find strength again and maybe hope in those eyes. I flexed my palm and drew a long breath inwards, drawing in the catarrh that has gathered in my nose, they formed a small pool at the back of my throat and I swallowed so hard my stomach rumbled.

I stood up, wiping off my tears and turned to face Linda, as I turned, from the corner of my eyes I was sure I saw a smile play out on Caleb's face. I had hope and strength, hell I almost gave up seconds ago and now I'm standing face to face with a monster but I fail to see how this called for a smiling face.

I clinched my palm in a fist, my feet slightly apart and stared as Linda walked towards me. It is now or never.

''You think you can fight me?'' Linda asked scornfully, a smile now plastered on her face.

''I would if I have to'' I said walking towards her.

You know how when your heart starts to beat so hard you're sure you are not the only one hearing it and how your stomach feels so hot and your head begins to feel light and then your tongue burns its like you were giving a spoonful of acid, it usually happens the moment before a kiss or when you are planing to do something really bad.

It's called adrenaline, most times it drives us to do something really stupid, exciting or brave. I don't know if I was being brave

or just plain stupid, either way I am fighting this out here and now. With the way I felt I could have fought a Lion, Linda was not Lion but she sure is a wild animal.

I stood face to face with Linda, only a small feet between us, I don't know why but I suddenly thought of six feet. One of us would surely be going six feet under any moment now.

I flinched my fist and charged at her covering the remaining distance between us in fast strides, she raised the machete and swinged, I side stepped to the left, the machete missing my arm just by an inch. Before she had the chance to swing back again I launched myself at her, the way wrestlers do, the space between my neck and shoulder coming in contact with her stomach with a force that sent both of us sprawling to the ground.

I heard her scream in pain and for the first time I was literally on top of the situation. I quickly climbed on top of her before she had the time to recover from the impact of my dive and gave her a flurry of punches that hurt my hands more than it hurt her face or so I thought. My punches came in contact with her jaw, her teeth, her head, breast. I didn't care, I was just crazy, wildly throwing my fists and bringing them down on any part of her body they could reach.

I was screaming, she was screaming, a cacophony of sound enough to drive a man insane. From the corner of my eyes I saw her hand move and before I could react, she hit me with the end of the machete, the blow hitting the right side of my ear, the pain I felt came with muffled sounds coming from a distance, like the sound you hear when you receive a really hot slap. My eyes dazed, time slowed down and for a moment I thought I would black out again. In the heat of the madness I didn't realize she still held the machete.

Thankfully, the blow was not enough to knock me out but was enough to give her a momentary advantage. She rolled me over, my head hitting the hard floor. She raised the machete over her head and brought it down on my neck, I dodged again, this time the machete cutting my left ear slightly, I bled.

Before she could bring her hands up again, I held them and struggled for the machete. I didn't know where the strength came from but I was able to knock the machete away, it fell some safe distance away from her. As she reached for the machete I gathered all the force I could and lifted myself slightly off the floor, she lost her balance and I was able to turn myself over her, that was when the real fight started.

We rolled and rolled over each other, scratching and pulling each others hair, our Unclad bodies mixing with the tiny pools of dirty water in the room, no one seem to be getting the advantage. I screamed in pain and then in anger, Linda screamed and laughed, it was a mixture of both. It was as if she was enjoying this. Anytime she was on top , she would hit me to make me weak, then squeeze my breasts or slap them and painfully pinch my Tips.

As we tumbled and rolled over each other, I dug my hands into her eyes as deep as I could. I knew I had done a major damage cos her scream hit a new crescendo that hurt my ears. She held my neck and tightened her grip, choking me in the process, my eyes balls bulging out of my socket her hands were really powerful. I might be able to blind her-wasn't even sure if I was hurting her as much as I thought I was - but with this kind of grip on my neck I'm sure she would choke me to death in a matter of minutes.

I gave her a punch that loosened her grip on my neck and sprang myself away from her, reaching for the machete. It would take me a few steps to get to the machete and if I could it would definitely end this madness. I had a head start but surprisingly as I tried to reach for the machete, she ran in an opposite direction.

Like I said before, the room was mildly dark and very large, almost like a really big event hall. I thought this time she had definitely gone crazy but when I saw what she was heading for I knew the fight was far from over. In front of her was this small cupboard and she was running towards it. I reached the machete, picked it and held it in front of me but as I turned around, I saw Linda pointing a gun at me, a little distance away.

I looked at the gun, it had a double barrel with really big holes, 2 eyes staring into my soul. A double barrelled shotgun. My inside melted, my legs turned to jelly and in between my thighs suddenly felt hot and wet, I had urinated on myself.

Linda laughed and laughed, I thought she was never going to stop. When she finally spoke, it was as a wounded Lion, so filled with anger and hatred,

''You would you drop that machete before I blast off your head and use its contents to paint these walls.''

I did as she said without thinking twice, still pointing the gun at my head she directed me to walk towards Caleb with the end of the gun.

I ran towards Caleb, not because I thought his eyes would give me strength again, but because I had the sudden urge to hold someone. There was definitely no fighting this, Linda had all the aces and the only thing left for me is to bid my time before I finally die.

- To be continued...

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