Being His SEX Doll Episode 22
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👩❤️💋👩 Being His SEX Doll EPISODE TWENTY TWO: 💞
Smack!!
Jared gave him blistering slâp.
“Didn’t I pay you all well?” Jared questioned his men.
“Why not?” they chanted together.
“Then why can’t you all do what I instructed you?” He questioned lighting up his cigarettes.
“But we have not failed you before, boss,” one of his men replies.
“You must be sick in the head,” he yelled, drawing his gun.
“I am sorry, boss!” Tunde apologized immediately.
But it was too late; Jared pulled the trigger, piercing his skull and sending him to the ground.
Jared kissed his gun and said, “Now listen up, all of you; I do not care what it takes to get Her to me; I do not care how many of you die in the process.” All I need is for you to bring me Hosanna. He said and exited the room, leaving the rest of his men to clean up the mess he made.
THREE DAYS ON!!
Mikel went to the police station to file a report about a missing person.
He also went to the radio station and a TV house with Hosanna’s picture, promising to pay five million naira to anyone who has any information or knows where Hosanna is.
Days passed by.
Jared’s men were just flocking around Desmond’s gate to see if Hosanna would come out, but it all proved futile.
Desmond, on the other hand, has noticed that some strange men have been stalking him or Hosanna. So he works from home most of the time. And if the circumstances require him to leave the house, he will pay for the services of police officers and bouncers who will transport him from his home and wait until he has completed whatever he wishes to do at the hospital. He told his gatekeeper not to open the gate for anyone or leave it open under any conditions.
HOSANNA'S 😘
My stomach hurt so badly that I lay flat on the cold floor, rolling from one corner to the other. I groaned with pain. My menstrual blood rushed through my body like a broken dam.
I reached for my phone to call Desmond and ask him to get me some sanitary pads because I had already used the last one and it had filled up, as well as some pain relief medication. But his line did not go through. I tried it several times and it still did not go through.
I took some money and headed for the gate to at least give it to Obadiah (the gatekeeper) so he could get me some drugs and sanitary pads, as Desmond had warned me not to leave the house under any circumstances.
I got to the gate and knocked on Obadiah’s door. But no answer came.
I knocked several times and he did not respond.
“Where has he gone?” I soliloquies.
Could he be outside the gate, trimming the flowers? I ruminated.
As my hands were already on the gate’s jam-lock, my curiosity was piqued, with the exception of meeting Obadiah outside. I found myself opening the gate.
TO BE CONTINUED