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F*ck and Run: Season 1 Episode 15

When I regained consciousness, I was sitting on a chair facing a computer screen. I felt exhausted and everything felt blurry. I turned my head around and saw Segun’s figure placing someone on a couch.

“Wait a minute, is that detective Mike?” I grunted.

“You are up! That’s a good thing, now get ready we have work to do.” Segun replied me then he walked up to me and started turning the computer on.

Realizing that I was still staring at the detective he said. “Oh, don’t mind that one; he is dead, died of un-natural causes. My bad, but we will blame it all on you.”
I had to appreciate his sense of humor. I gave him a weak smile.

“I guess karma is a real b—h.” I grunted with more effort this time. Segun returned the favour.

I thought I could try my hand at manipulation. “We are beginning to get along…”

Segun cut me off with a loud laugh. “Don’t be quick to judge me because we shared and appreciated a few jokes.” He said.

“It was worth a try.” I shrugged.

By then the computer had finished booting, Segun grabbed a sit and sat right next to me. He began moving the mouse around the screen refreshing the desktop a couple of times—good to know that this killing moron knows some common computer procedures—he finally stops over a browser and double clicks it.

“hmm Segun for someone of poor educational capacity, I’m impressed.” I said, throwing Segun a smirk.

“Shot up Charles, I’m not an illiterate” he fired back still busy with his computer task.

“You know if I and Mike ever start that company, you would be my first employee.”

“I can’t believe you are still holding on to that.” He looked at me puzzled.

“I can’t believe you can’t even recognize sarcasm.”

“Did you just call me an idiot?” his mood was different now, like he would break my neck any moment.

“Indirectly speaking, yes” I said without giving a d–n.

Segun landed a blow to my mouth.

“You are beginning to lose your touch son, try hitting the gym, that didn’t hurt at all” I said amid strong ache around my lip area.

“Yeah but it was enough to lure blood out of your mouth.” Segun said pleasurably.

“Oh this is nothing compared to what you will lose.” I said while rubbing the blood off with my hand.

“What are you talking about?” Segun was quizzed.

“Step aside Segun, he is trying to divide and conquer.” Came Mike’s voice, he stepped into the room holding a short gun. I exhaled in disgust. “You know you are becoming quite smart recently Charles.” He said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes “Thanks to you and your stupid scheme, murderer, what do you want from me?”

“Me a murderer? Coming from the guy that raped and killed my wife; I just want revenge…”

“Oh cut the crap Mike, I did my home work; you are a bachelor, I was never actually employed at TMN, you want my money which you will never get and Tiffany is a b—h.”

Mike didn’t look surprised. “Well then, seems you figured everything out, let’s get to work.”

“I ain’t working shit, better kill me.” I said plainly.

“I will, trust me. But you have to transfer your funds to a specific account, then I will frame you for more deaths even yours.” Mike said remorselessly.

“Why not just get on with the death part, cuz I will never do your bidding.”

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“Segun, get the equipments” Mike said and segun briskly walked out. ‘oh boy, are these guys planning on torturing me?’ I thought.

My fear was confirmed when Segun walked back in with a plier and wired thingies’.

“You are not going to use that on me, are you?” I asked Mike.

“I won’t have to, if only you comply…”

“And when I do comply, you kill your partner Segun here and frame me for his death before killing me and make it look like a suicide.”

Segun shifted uncomfortably on his chair, I was gaining, buying time for Victory to track my IP and find this location.

“I don’t dictate who lives or dies here Charles.” Mike blurted.

“Yeah right, the invisible director, do I ever get to see him?”

“Trust me Charles you will, and it will be the most devastating moment in your life.” Mike said with almost a whisper.



While at it, feeling slightly agitated cuz of the torture equipment I saw, Mike had already opened the online banking platform and was asking me to key in my data. I scoffed at him, wishing he knew how ready I was to die or be tortured before I let him get my money.
A furious Mike brought out the plier and started working his methods on my thumb. “You know we could go on and on until you have no finger left.” He said pressing had on my thumb.

I tried to hold back my scream but the pain over powered me, I let a mild cry.

“A very good idea to destroy the one thing I could use to type at the keyboard.” I said deliberately.

“Don’t worry Charles, you can still tell me with your mouth.”

I scoffed “better be prepared to ply my mouth” I said, brought out my tongue and I got a blow for that.

“I used to look up to you Mike, why are you doing this?” I was getting curious now.

For a second I saw Mike give way to conscience.

“Just type in your details and do the d–n transfer.” Mike said.

“Like I said earlier, I won’t do it.” I shook my head.

Mike grabbed me by my shirt collar. “Look here son, you think I am proud of what I am doing? You think I don’t wish to start that company with you? Desperate times calls for desperate measures so don’t think am the villain here, am the victim just like you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“They one they call the director, you thinks it’s a joke? I…”

“That’s enough Mike! now shut up and do your job.” Segun cut him mid-sentence.

“No you shut up! And let me let him know that I am not doing this under the evilness of heart but under duress!”

“You are saying too much Mike.”

As those two started arguing, I took that as my cue to run. I stood up and headed for the door, Segun was the first to notice as he chased after me. I urged my fragile legs to carry me faster, when I reached the door it flew open and I thought that was divine intervention not until I saw someone at the other end, someone I knew very well, someone so close to me, no wonder these people knew so much about me. I felt anger and betrayal as my closest friend—Ken—aimed a pistol at my fore head.


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