Dial - Season 1 - Episode 17

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 17

I jumped out of my car and raced to the unconscious girl’s side! The door of the Picanto opened, and the driver stepped out. He also approached the girl and knelt beside us, and then quite suddenly he also keeled over to the right and fell down motionless.

At the time I thought he was suffering with shock.

I picked up the inert girl and raced to my car, putting her in the back.

Some drivers also picked up the Picanto driver and put him in the back seat of a pick-up truck that had drawn up.

There was a hospital nearby, and we drove straight to the hospital.

I stayed, fidgeting, until I was told that she was up.

I went to the ward where she was lying, and as I entered the nurses smiled.
“This is the young man that brought you, Akos,” an elderly nurse said.
She smiled at me sweetly.

She was still dazed, but the way she was lying down, with those incredible legs slanted, those thighs outlined by her uniform…the sweet angle of her hips, the glowing tops of her breasts, those delectable lips…

I felt a twinge in my g---n…and I knew I was furiously erect!

I t----t my hands into my pockets to hide my erection as I sat down on the chair the nurses had pulled up for me.

“Hello,” I whispered, not trusting the passion in my voice.

“Hi,” she whispered and smiled again. “Thank you very much.”
“Oh, that’s okay, really,” I said with my most charming smile. “I’m Yao Biko, by the way. Heard them calling you Akos.”

“Yes, Mr. Biko.”
“Oh, call me Yao,” I said with another smile.
She smiled sweetly back at me.

“Yes, Yao,” she murmured. “I am Akos.”
“I see,” I said. “An Ashanti?”
She shook her head.

“No,” she said. “Krobo. I come from Wowo!”

I giggled myself silly; just couldn’t help myself, and she laughed too.

“Wo what?” I asked.
“Wo,” she replied, and then we both burst into laughter. “I get that a lot, though.”
We chatted for a while, and then I scowled.

There was a golden chain around her neck, and I saw that there was an angry red tinge around her neck and upper chest, just below her neck. It was as if the chain had outlined itself into her skin.

“Oh,” I said. “That chain, seems it burned your skin. Was it because you fell?”
She gasped and sat up suddenly, her face horrified, grasping her chain.

“Oh, no!” she whispered, her face filled with terror. “Oh, no!”

Her behaviour alarmed me, and I stood up and held her shoulder.

“What’s it, are you okay?” I asked, genuinely concerned. “Should I call one of the nurses?”

She was still looking at me with horror.
“The burn of the chain!” she asked, horrified. “Is it very red, or just a faint outline?”

It was very red, of course, but I didn’t want to alarm her because it seemed to be giving her the freaks, and so I lied.
“Oh, it’s just a thin line, almost indiscernible.”

She breathed and gave a smile sigh.
“Oh, I’m glad,” she whispered and fell back on the bed. “It’s my father’s chain. He’s a fetish priest. He gave it to me for protection. It protects me from evil. If it had burnt me badly and left a red mark then something bad would’ve happened to the driver that almost knocked me down with his car.”
I smiled.