Outside The Police Station...

Alhaji Musa came to sympathise with Humaira. He folded his hands to the back like an investigator officer and quitely walked like a cat to where Humaira and barrister Edward were.

"I'm so sorry for your lost, Humaira. I hope you find your son pretty soon. By the ways... Are you married?" He asked.

She turned to him with fire of hatred burning in her eyes. She grabbed a big of wood beside her and threw it at him but he jerked away.

"What did I do?" He asked confusedly from a distance.

She got really pissed up but tears kept streaming down her face.
"I would expose you Alhaji Musa! And my God would definitely judge you! You'd suffer a very slow and painful death, Alhaji Musa!! I just pray I find my son!!" Her voice shivered and sounded dour.

"Come on, Humaira. Don't stress yourself, let's go." Barrister Edwards cooed and took her into her car. She wanted to drive but he insisted he'd drive her home. She handed him the keys and they left the police premise.

"Idiots! They think they would ever be able to expose me? Good thing I took him out of Abuja.' He muttered to himself and and smirked at their foolishness.

He got into his Jeep and drove back to office.

Humaira got home, tired and weak. She had been stressed from everything. Her head ached so much and her whole body felt like paralyzing. Her eyes were red and swollen, yet she couldn't stop crying. She just couldn't stop thinking about Hadee and that devil of a man.

"I'd be back to check on you tomorrow, Humaira. Would you be able to start work? Tomorrow is Monday, your first day as a lawyer."

"I don't know barrister. I'm so heart broken right now. How can I get Justice for someone when I'm being cheated on? Can I ever win such a case? Do I look strong or bold enough to even move close to the courtroom let alone argue? I don't want to lose my first case... I'm so scared and puzzed. I don't know what to do."

"You can try if you want to. You've been dreaming for this for long... Don't get depressed because of one stupid, old man's mistake. I know he'd be exposed pretty soon."

"I hope so, barrister. But right now, I don't even get myself. I feel my baby boy is outside somewhere and I'm unable to protect him. I feel he's alive somewhere, calling out for me. If I don't hear from the police tomorrow, I would go in search for him by myself."

"What?! B..but that's risky. You know, right?"

"Yes... I know it's risky but Hadee is worth the sacrifice. I've gone through a lot for him, you have no idea what I've been through. Anyways, no one would be able to stop me. And who knows, I might meet those stupid kidnappers."

"Do you even recognize them? No! So don't think about it. I'm so worried for you Humaira, as a colleague. Please, don't take law into your hands, let the police do their job. Perhaps, you need to watch out for your own safety right now. You and Zainab... You need to be there for each other especially during difficult times like this." He stood up from the chair.

"I would like to take my leave now. I need to prepare for tomorrow. Have you told Anttony Winifred about these?"

"No, not yet. But I would call her."

"Okay. Fine then. Goodbye." He muttered before going out.

Humaira didn't eat or sleep since the day before. She had been so worried, she didn't even get herself. Gently placing her head backwards, she thought about what happened at the police station.

'That liar! How could he have pretended not to have been involved in the kidnap?! He sent those robbers to kill doctor Azeezah and they ended up molesting Zainab. I'd try to get to the bottom of this. I would expose him and he would be so disappointed that he'd just have to commit sucide. Imagine the old fool asking if I was married. After all what he had done to me? He's still living freely why I'm the one being hurt. I'm the one put to shame. I'm the one left to cry.' Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to stop weeping. Her stomach hurts from crying so much. It grumbled severally but she didn't eat. She prepared breakfast in the morning but she just lost appetite to feed. Humaira wiped her tears with the edge of her scarf and stared at the ceiling, thinking of what Hadee would be going through wherever he is.

Just then, Zainab cane from inside. Her eyes looked so dull. It's obvious that she had been sleeping.

"You're back sis!" Her voice brought Humaira back from the thoughts. "How did it go?" She asked sitting close to Humaira. "You guys got him right? What did he say?"

Humaira sighed heavily and turned to Zainab.
"He didn't say anything, Zee. He didn't confess."

"What? But he's guilty!"

"Yes, he's guilty. But there's no prove to show that he actually kidnapped Hadee."

"But I'm a withness, Humaira. I was there. I saw those guys with my two naked eyes. I still recognize their faces. We were attacked... Isn't it enough proof?"

"No it's not, Zainab. If we file a case against him for kidnapping Hadee and it turns out that he isn't guilty, we'd be the ones to face the consequences. This is so different from the Bala's case. It was easier because I got an evidence to back up the accusation. If not for Idris, there wouldn't have been any evidence. Zainab, I hope you understand. We need to get those kidnappers first. Their confession would convince the world if he's guilty or not."

"But this is not fair, Humaira. How can a wicked man like that still be alive, living freely like a bird without feeling remorseful or regret. He needs to be exposed sis! We've gone through hell just because of his evil ways and he goes away with it each and every time. We need to do something sis."

"Yes I know..."

"Ouch!" Zainab held he head in pain.

"What's it, Zee? Are you alright?" Humaira rushed to her.

"My head." She cried.

"Oh, sorry. You need to go inside and rest. Have you used your drugs?"

"No..." She answered.

"But why?" Humaira questioned as she quirked an eyebrow.
"Do you want to make things more complicated than it already is? I'm trying to find Hadee and I v still don't have ant idea about where or how he is right now and you're here playing with your health!" Humaira scolded.

Hearing Humaira speak to her in this manner sent a burning sensation inside of her. It suddenly looked as if she has a bleeding inside as tears gathered her eyes.

"Have you even eaten?!"

Zainab nodded her head negativity as if she was trying to say no.
"And why haven't you eaten? Since morning! I prepared spaghetti spiced with fish and veggies, just the way you like it. So all my efforts just wasted, huh?!"

"No." Zainab muttered in the midst of tears.

Humaira rubbed her head simultaneously as a weird silence reigned between them for a while. Humaira couldn't help but to feel guilty while Zainab tried not to cry.

"I'm so sorry dear. I didn't mean to make you cry."

She let in a deep breath and rubbed her face as if she wanted to get out of all of these.

"Don't worry Zee, wipe your tears." She muttered to her and wiped away the beads of tears hanging on her sister's face with her hand, staring at her affectionately.

"Don't worry, I would get good for you and we would eat together, okay?"

"Okay." Zainab muttered with a smiled as Humaira walked into the kitchen.

She watched her junior sister from a distance and fell into another series of tears.

'Zainab has turned weak.' She thought. 'She wouldn't just cry like this and wait for me if it were before. Zainab used to be my strength now, she's someone else. The Bala's have really changed my sister. She breaks down in tears just like me. She's physically and emotionally broken. I hope we all get out of this soon.'

'Oh Lord, help us through all of these. If we're were truly cursed please save us from it. You're our savior, our only Guide.'

Humaira served the food and took it to the dinning table. Although they were depressed, they tried to eat a little, making each other happy with fake smiles.

****

The room was dark and silent. He could hear the chit-chats from the rest of the gangs. They were laughing at how Doctor Azeezah went in, before him was Zainab. Laying weak in front of him, her leg and arm was bleeding from the gunshot. It was the exact illusion of the rape incident playing before his very eyes but things looked stranger and scarier that he begin to wonder.
A drop of tear fell from her half closed eyes, lingering down her skin. It was evident that she was in so much pain.

Looking at himself, he noticed his jean trouser was wide open, his dick was outside, facing him and dripping with blood. Zainab too was bleeding between her legs as life slowly crept out of her body.

"Where am I? What's happening?" He swallowed hard, looking so puzzled and confused.

"Mario! Aboi!" He called out but they were still laughing. It looked at if the didn't hear him from the distance. Suddenly, they all disappeared.

Glancing back at Zainab's body, she murmured something incoherently... 'Coonnnnfess' and passed out.

"Miss! Miss!!" He tried to wake her up but she was already a dead meat.

"Oh my God! Where the fuck am I?! What have I done?!" He muttered to himself, just then, blood stated dripping on his body.

He looked up and noticed the ceiling was leaking blood. It poured on his body and he quickly stands up. Turning back, he saw a crowd of infuriated zombies approaching him. Their skin were shiny and coated with slime. They formed numerously from the thin air and her kept on wondering how possible with bodies skinny and disgusting. In their hands were long, leathery wipes and they were smelly enough; Scorpion could even not to swallow his saliva as his mouth suddenly went dry. As if his tongue turned to bone, he couldn't even shout. He tried to run but the room was so small. They enter through the door, he couldn't run out let alone escape.

Scared and horrified, one out of the zombies who was wrapped in white veil from head to feet. She seemed to be their leader. "Kill him!" She commanded and they rushed to him in the twinkle of an eye.

"I'm s..sssooorry." His lips shivered to say something but he was lost for words.

Scorpion crept around the corner, with his loose jean trouser falling off. He tried to hold it up to cover his nakedness but his face was filled with fear, despire and anxiety as they took their robotic steps towards him. Trembling to the corner of the room, out of fear; he peed in his pants and tried to bury his face into his palms but found himself facing the leader of the Zombies. Face to face; Eye to eye.

Scorpion was scared to death. His heart was pounding, his skin was sweating tears, and his whole body was shivering like a convulsing child but the dark, tiny room was burning hot.

Lash! Lash!! Lash!!

He felt a shiver down his spine as he clamoured out in pain.

Lash! Lash!! Laassshhh!!!

They whipped him so hard and he cried. They gathered his whole body as there were no one to help. Buried in anguish as his voice echoed in terror, they let out an evil laughter as they beat him mercilessly.

"Confess! Confess!! Connnfeess!!!!" Their deadly voices hummed like homeless bees.

"I will confess! I will confesss!!" He replied them in torture and torment.

As if Scorpion lost his breathing, he tried to open his eyes to see if the body was still lying there but... He saw himself laying flat. He awakens to find out it was all a terrible nightmare. Scorpion sits up in his bed feeling awful and tired. Whiplash were designed all over his skin. He was wearing the same shirt and his jean trouser was laying open on his body the same way. He quickly drew it up.
"Awww!" He cried in excruciating agony. He just noticed the pains too were real and realised that it wasn't just a dream. Turning to look at how swollen it is, he cried in agony. It was like he was whipped with butchering knives.

"Oh my God! It was real. I would have to tell the truth... I must confess."