Tarasha - Season 3 - Episode 134

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Tarasha - Season 3 - Episode 134

The queen flashed another look at her and then turned back to the man. ‘Yes, she is.’ she replied.
Omotara’s heart skipped a beat and she closed her eyes in fear; maybe that was the man the queen spoke to on phone earlier, she thought.

‘She looks like a baby,’ the man commented, taking another drag of his cigarette. ‘Can I see her very well?’
The queen turned back and made a gesture with her eyes for Omotara to step forward. The young girl stepped forward shakily and stood beside the queen, facing down as she pulled her gown down to her knees again.
‘Look up young woman,’ the man shot in a cold voice, blowing out smoke into the air.
Omotara looked up fearfully and his eyes met with hers. He took a good look at her for some seconds and then took a drag after he was satisfied with looking.
‘She looks too good and useful, why do you want to waste her?’ he asked, turning to the queen.
‘She has a death sentence already,’ the queen replied.

‘Who dare sentence this pretty girl to death?’ he asked, taking another look at Omotara.
‘That is not my business, I carry out what my clients asks me to do.’ the queen replied. Omotara’s body shivered all through and she faced down again.
‘But what about we strike a deal,’ the man said with a tempting narrow look at the queen. ‘You hand her over to me and I’ll pay you handsomely,’ he offered.
‘What do you want her for?’ she asked him, raising a brow.
‘That shouldn’t matter to you, I’ll pay for her.’
‘It matters, my client shouldn’t see her anymore.’
‘Okay,’ he paused and cleared his throat. ‘Your client should not see her again truly since he sentenced her to death already,’ he paused again to take another look at Omotara. ‘She looks good, better than most of the girls you supply us, a lot of men would pay a lot to get her for just a night.’
‘Oh!’ the queen exclaimed in surprise. ‘You use girls of this ages for prostitution?’

‘Not always, but on rare cases like this, we do.’

The queen frowned and shook her head. ‘The girl is fully developed yet, what kind of men would want her instead of the mature ones you have?’
The man flashed her a funny look and chuckled, his smile broadened and developed into a loud laughter. ‘Why don’t you just release her to me first? How much will you do that for?’
‘Sorry, no deal. We go by the previous instruction,’ the queen refused.
‘Okay, if you say so.’ the man flashed another quick look at Omotara and shrugged. ‘Let’s go in to talk,’ he said and turned back towards the dark room.
‘Wait for me there,’ the queen said to Omotara, pointing to the dusty bench at the left before entering the room with the man.
Omotara moved to the bench but remained standing instead of sitting. Running away began to look like an option to her. She wondered if the queen considered her a moron or dummy for leaving her alone there and expecting her to wait for her death. She listened carefully to note if they had begun their discussion inside already, she could hear them speaking in soft tones. She looked at the door briefly, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then with determination in her mind, she walked gently to the door and
stepped outside.

She met with three men – the tall Russian who first addressed the queen and two of the men they had come across in the working hall- outside the door whose gazes were placed on her as she stepped out. She decided to ignore their looks and keep on going but as she took two steps further, she felt a surge like an electric shock all through her body. It was so much that it weakened her and she fell to the ground. The men continued to stare at her without moving an inch.

The queen appeared outside the place with the man she was discussing with thirty seconds later and pulled Omotara up.
‘Hahaha! She was trying to escape,’ the man who followed the queen laughed as he folded his arms and watched.
‘Clean up your body,’ the queen said as she dragged Omotara back into the place and put her on the bench before going back into the dark room with the man.
The weakness in Omotara’s body had seized but she couldn’t still understand what happened. She rose up to clean the dusts on her cloth and at the same time tried to search for what was placed on her body but found nothing.


She waited ten minutes more without any other trial to escape. The queen and the man came out after ten minutes and proceeded towards the door, Omotara followed immediately she got the signal from the queen.
They still met the three men outside and the man who discussed with the queen instructed them to follow as he led the queen and Omotara to another section of the building.
After walking for two minutes, they got to a smaller working hall where they only met three men sitting idly. The man leading them whispered something to the queen, she turned back and looked at Omotara as the man turned to the three others to give them a signal.
‘You follow them,’ the queen said, referring to the three other men. Omotara glanced at the three men and then glanced back at the queens face with a pitiable look, the queen looked away. Omotara turned back to face the three men who stood aside waiting for her. A hand touched her shoulder as she took a step, she turned back and her eyes met with the Queen’s. She felt a cold metal inserted under her cloth on her shoulder. The queen released her and turned away with the other man who led her on a different way while Omotara followed the three men.
They led her into a small well ventilated empty room. A fan hung in the ceiling was rotating and blowing with so much noise. The men shut the door.

‘You know what you supposed to do, okay?’ the tall slender fellow spoke, adjusting his head warmer.
Omotara stood still, staring at him without giving a reply.

‘You dumb?’ he glared at her as he began to take off his belt.
She still didn’t give a reply.
‘Tear off her garments for me,’ the slender man said to the other two.
‘Please wait,’ Omotara raised her hand to stop the two men proceeding towards her. ‘I’ll take them off myself,’ she said, starring with taking off her shoes.
‘Better,’ the slender man gave an evil smile. ‘But I prefer take them off myself,’ he said and proceeded towards her, the two men cleared the way.
Tara closed her eyes as she waited for him. He stopped in front of her and knelt down. Then he began to run his hands into her gown from below. Omotara shivered as her his fingers made its way on her thighs slowly to her pant.
His fingers touched her pants and he began to pull it down gently, looking at her face and enjoying his evil act. He pulled the pant down to the ankle level and his fingers began to find it’s way back up.

‘We’re not supposed to take it gently with her,’ one of the men corrected him.
He paused and hissed at the distraction, he glared back back at the man. ‘Its the first ride, I like to enjoy it. You can go brutal at your turn,’ he said and turned back to Omotara. Her eyes was opened already but expressionless, her eyes moved around his body, searching for nothing in particular. ‘I like to enjoy fresh blood when I see one,’ the man said with a devilish smile, looking straight into Tara’s eyes as his fingers found it’s way back up under the gown. His thumb touched her private and she twitched, she closed her eyes briefly and when it opened, it did with a different colour but the man was too busy to notice. He began to use his teeth to drag up her gown as his hands found it’s way to her bum and he sq££zed it.
Tara looked up and took in a deep breath. She glanced at the two men watching and waiting. It wasn’t her first or second time of getting molested, but since this was going to be to her death, she wasn’t going to allow them have it easy.
Her fingers found it’s way to the short knife the queen had placed under her cloth and before the slender man knew it, the knife had gotten into his shoulder.
He screamed as he raised up his head, she dealt him a kick on his jaw with her knee and he fell back. She quickly followed up with the knife into the man’s belly but was only able to make a stab as the two other men had come to the rescue of the slender man immediately.
One of the men grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her against the wall behind. She landed on the floor heavily but she was able to struggle to get up and pull up her pant which was already out on one leg. The men wasted time to move the injured man aside.
One of the men proceeded towards after they carried the slender one to the opposite edge. She held her knife – the only weapon she had against them- up, waiting for him. He stopped before getting to her on seeing her readiness to stab him. He looked at her narrowly and began to move closer tactically.
He rushed towards her all of a sudden and tried to grab her arm but she bent down, dodging him as she stabbed his thigh. She turned to his back and stabbed him again on the waist. She was about to make a third stab on his other thigh when the third man’s strong hands grabbed her from behind and turned her towards himself. He landed her a heavy blow which made her stagger backwards. He followed her and grabbed the hand in which she had the knife, he tried to take it from her but she held it tight in her palm not ready to release it.
He sent her another blow on the face and she fell to the ground, the knife also fell off.
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