Must Read: Before She Dies

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: Before She Dies

Reagan stood and took a drag on his cigarette. He was furious, “That’s really interesting.



You know what?” He took some steps away from her, “You adopted me and transferred your genes to me,” he released smoke, “and now the thing that came over you after you took me into this house has come over me now.” He took the gun and moved slowly towards her. Jane was lost in thought. What was he trying to do? Shoot her? She tried to figure out as her heart hammered violently.


Reagan took four steps towards her, his gun targeted at her chest and his lips smiling, “Before I proceed on this long awaited reunion, there’re two important instructions you must take dearly to heart.” His smiles disappeared, “First, do whatever I say and second, no form of noise is allowed. By doing these, you won’t push me into making this reunion painful for that will be a total contradiction.” He took two more steps forward and Jane made to run but he pointed the gun up and fired a shot. The shattering sound of the gun instantly stilled Jane’s legs and brought her to her knees, her eyes suffused in tears and her heart tearing apart.

“Please forgive me. I love you.” She sniffed.

Reagan was looking at her, smiling as he ordered, “Take off your clothes and make yourself comfortable on the floor.”

Jane didn’t understand him. She looked completely confused. What was the bastard trying to do? What does he have in mind? She was still gaping at him, trying fruitlessly to predict Reagan’s motive when Reagan pointed the gun at her and said, “Now!”
She stood slowly, “Are you trying to Molest your mother?” She sobbed and looked pleadingly at him. Reagan didn’t utter a word, his eyes were not blinking. Jane saw the murderous glint in his eyes and reluctantly started removing her clothes. She unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it on the floor. She held the hemline of her blouse and sluggishly began to lift it. As she did this, she prayed Reagan changed his mind. Since her former husband, Ben, left her because she had had miscarriage thrice, she had protected and preserved her sacred dignity from men, reputable men who wanted to cash in on her singleness, and now a common bastard whom she took from a foster home was about robbing her of that most cherished dignity. More tears came to her eyes and made their separate ways down her cheeks and she regretted many things about her past: she regretted the day she broke up with Ben, she regretted the day she took Reagan from the foster home, she regretted those days she had mercilessly dealt with him and finally, she regretted why she didn’t kill him when he was still with her. If only she had killed him then; if only she killed him when he was still tender, powerless and helpless; if only she had got rid of him, what was happening at the moment wouldn’t be happening. When she took the blouse past her head, she kept it on the floor and wiped her tears, “Please don’t do this, it’s a sin against God.” She cried.


Reagan smiled, his member was already stiff and he began moving his eyes hungrily up and down her Unclad body, “How dare you call God’s name?” He folded his arms across his chest, “God has nothing to do with monsters and that’s exactly where you belong. You’re never my mother, for only a monster could do to a fellow human what you did to me.” He started removing his shirt. “I’m aware you haven’t had this since Ben left you, I know you have for all these years been starved of this most cherished pleasure but I promise you that I’ll make this reunion worthwhile.” He gave a ghoulish laughter and struggled out of his trousers. Jane hid her face in her palms.


She was ashamed and afraid to look at Reagan’s nakedness, she was afraid to look at the boy who was only a ghost seven years back but had suddenly grown into a man, and she was afraid to look at the devil standing in front of her. Reagan watched her with great amusement and started smiling, “Whatever silly thing your mind may presently be tempting you to do as we embark on this long awaited reunion, I advice you never to incline for I’ll quickly put a bullet where it kills slowly should you act silly. I believe you understand what I mean?” He took another step forward, bent over her and pointed the gun at her chest, “For all these seven years I left you, I have not rested. I have been busy, swinging from one training to another and I think that finally I’ve learnt a lot of skills. One of those skills I have learnt well which I consider important to bring to your consciousness is that your son is now synonymous with gun and he is good at it as he is good at cigarette.” He puffed on his stick and slowly blew out smoke from his nostrils as if he was trying to show her fact on what he had said, “I know how smart you’ve always been but I’ll manage to keep the gun far away as we peacefully embark on this pleasurable reunion. Then if you want to know how well your son has learnt, try to outsmart me and I’ll gladly show you.” He smiled, stood and moved to a couch. He dropped the gun on it, took the stick from his lips and threw it to the floor. He turned to Jane and said, “Get that stinky underwear off your body immediately or I’ll do that for you. Hope you know how catastrophic it will be if you let me do it.” Jane removed her palms from her face, bit her lips bitterly and slowly did as instructed. Reagan grinned, hurried madly towards her and pinned his body against hers.


He plunged into her continuously and violently and she kept screaming with pains. She screamed and screamed but her screams were swallowed by the heavy rain outside.


In ten minutes, when Reagan had had orgasm after orgasm, he got into his trousers, slid his hand into his pocket and took out a pair of pliers. He took his gun from the couch and shot Jane on both knees. Jane cried and Reagan hurried towards her again. He pulled her left hand and watched her bangle fall off. He released her hand and pulled her hair violently, giving a wide laughter as Jane turned red in her forehead, “This time around, there’ll be no accident,” he was shouting, “no doctor to lie to and no chance to live again.” Jane lay helpless in the pool of her blood, her useless screams gradually subsiding. Reagan pulled her hand again, stretched her ring finger and held the pliers firm on it. Jane’s screams increased but was subdued by the rain. Reagan tossed the pliers until he chopped off the finger. He shook the blood-soaked pliers repeatedly and the finger dropped to the floor.

She left Jane dangling alongside the finger on the floor and poured a big quantity of the drink into the glass. He drained it with a gulp. For some seconds, he stood, watching Jane losing breath and struggling on the floor for a life she would never have, and he broke into laughter.


When Jane was almost dead, he shot her in the head and took her to the backyard for funeral.