Tarasha - Season 3 - Episode 132

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Tarasha - Season 3 - Episode 132

The Queen turned to look at Lord Vladimir, ‘Sounds like you didn’t lie about that,’ she said before returning her gaze to Tara’s face. ‘I hear they call you Tarasha, how did you get that name?’ the Queen asked.



Tara glanced at Vladimir’s face and he turned away immediately.
‘You don’t lie to the Queen,’ Tara heard the Queen say as she turned back to her.
‘He calls me Tarasha,’ she replied, looking towards Vladimir.

‘When did he start?’
Tara turned again to look at Lord Vladimir. She turned back to the Queen with a narrow look, ‘He started on the first day he slept with me and every time after that he screams the name during the act,’ she stated and glanced at her Zonal Lord again.
‘Oh!’ the Queen smiled. ‘Did he tell you anything about that name?’
‘He did,’ Tarasha answered briefly. The look on the Queen’s face suggested she needed more explanation so she continued. ‘He said anyone he sleeps with gets glorified and ends up being queens in the clans.’
‘Did he also claim to have slept with all the queens in the clan?’
‘Yes, and his favorite was the Mother Queen.’ Tara answered.
The Queen’s face turned scary immediately and she turned to Vladimir who did not raise his head. ‘He disrespects the Queen,’ she said slowly. Then she turned towards the left and made a signal to a man there. The man stepped forward with a sword and submitted it to the Queen.
The Queen rose and motioned Tara forward, she handed the sword to the teenager and sat back. ‘Get me his head,’ she said and crossed her leg again.
Without waisting time, Tara took out the sword and proceeded to Lord Vladimir. The man had already raised up his head to make the job easier for her. The sword slid through his neck and his head fell off to one side, the body following slowly after.
Tara turned back to face the Queen as she turned the sword down to allow the blood drip from it.


‘I still think he trained you well,’ the Queen commented, looking straight into the teenager’s eyes. ‘I’m Mother Tarasha, the highest Queen in the Nefary Clan, highest Assassin in the Land second only to Lord Nefary. The Second of the Order of Tarasha, the greatest Queen Assassins on the face of the earth. Nobody takes the name Tarasha except she proves worthy and be crowned first. And she who answers the name unworthily is worthy of death.’ she paused for a moment and licked her lower lip briefly. ‘And here is my judgement, by morrow, you would be led to death by one of the Queens as she deems fit.’
With that, Tara was yanked away by two strong hands and led out of the hall. She found herself thrown onto the cold floor of a dark room where she spent the rest of the night.

She slept peacefully through out the night instead of panicking like someone who had just been given a death sentence. The room was fairly bright when she woke up. She could tell it was dawn already and could hear footsteps outside the room she was in. She sat up and looked around, the place was empty. The old walls were designed with scary paintings of human skulls, skeletons and dangerous weapons. Tara wondered how she had been able to sleep there without having nightmares.
She looked towards the door and noticed it wasn’t locked. She was surprised at that. She was supposed to be a convicted person already sentenced to death and to be executed that day, so it felt odd that they didn’t lock the door to prevent her from trying to escape.
She sat still on the floor, thinking about the Nefary Clan and how she was going to miss the girls. Even though they had been warned severally against it, the girls still grew attached to each other. She thought about what death would feel like, will she be translated into another realm of life like she had been made to believe before been brought to the Nefary Clan or was death just the end and nothing else after? She couldn’t tell, only after she died will she find the answer to her questions.


She rose up and proceeded towards the door. She opened it slowly, trying not to make any sound and peeped out. The corridor was empty but she could hear footsteps approaching again, this time it sounded like the pointed part of a lady’s heels. She closed back the door lightly and hid behind it trying to see through the tiny line between the door and the frame.


A knock sounded on the door and she shifted back shakily, afraid that she had been discovered. ‘Do not waste my time any longer, come out and follow me now,’ a lady’s voice sounded at the door and soon the footsteps began to fade away in the other direction. She opened the door and stepped out into the corridor to be sure she was the one being talked to. Then she saw a tall lady corporately dressed in the Englishman’s style, walking towards the exit at the left side of the corridor. ‘Follow me,’ the lady turned sharply and snapped. Tara hurried after her immediately.
After two minutes walk, she was led into another section of the building which looked modern compared to the other parts. It had the floors expensively tiled and the walls neatly painted and decorated. The doors and windows were made of transparent sliding glasses and they opened automatically as they got to them. The atmosphere smelt nice and the whole place was fully air conditioned. The last time Tara entered into that kind of environment was nine years ago in Ikeja, the capital of Lagos in Nigeria. She found it hard to believe that somewhere like that existed in the Nefary Clan’s city.

Tarasha took a look at herself and discovered that she was looking too odd for such an environment. The lady who was leading her was putting on a black trouser suit and had her hair neatly plaited. Tara could also perceive the strong scent of her perfume as they walked on.
They entered into a place which was neatly arranged as a living room and seated on one of the sofas was another smartly dressed lady, she rose up immediately she saw them enter and proceeded towards Tara’s guide with an Android phone. Tara couldn’t but open her mouth in surprise, that was her first time of seeing a mobile phone after several years.


‘Marie Wayne speaking,’ Tara’s guide said into the phone she collected from the other lady. She left Tara standing and sank into one of the sofas comfortably, crossing her legs.

Tara was amazed as she beheld the beauty of the Lady sitting before her. She recognized her to be one of the junior queens she saw sitting with the mother Queen at midnight but her beauty then could not be compared to what could be seen now. She did not just look like a goddess in human skin but also spoke and acted like one.


‘He’ll be dead before nine o’clock tonight,’ she said into the phone before hanging up. She uncrossed her legs and then looked up at the lady they met in the living room, ‘Here’s the girl, go dress her up.’ she said.


The other lady nodded courteously and turned, motioning Tara to follow her.
‘Rulian, what’s up man?’ Tara could hear the woman sitting speaking to someone else on phone. ‘C’mon you dog, It’s Tarasha.’ Omotara tried to listen even as she followed the lady leading her out of the living room. She wondered why the queen in the living room was referring to herself as Tarasha when it was supposed to be the name for the Mother Queen.
‘She’s not more than sixteen years old, I want the three of you to bang her mercilessly until she bleeds to death.’
Omotara stopped in shock as she heard those last words, wondering if she was the one being talked about. Fear gripped her mind for the first time since she heard her death sentence, she wasn’t afraid to die but dying the way the junior Queen had chosen for her was definitely not going to be an easy experience.
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