Countless - S01 E15 (Story Episode)

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Countless - S01 E15 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

The crowd continued to roar his name continuously and loudly. They were chanting ‘BEAT HIM! KNOCK HIM! KILL HIM.’ He threw his hands up in the air and let out a thunderous roar like that of Tripple H wheneve he wants to pedgree his opponent.

He moved towards me and raised my weakened head up. He threw the first blow, I was too weak to duck or do anything to stop it from landing on my face. The blow landed on my right cheek. I felt a new level of pain and agony run through my body. He dropped my head and it fell uncontrollably hard on the marbled floor. After two minutes of trying to gain my strenght, I managed to get myself back on my weakened legs.

He was now backing me shouting boastfully at the crowd, probably unawares of my new position. I decided to use that to my advantage as I run towards him shouting at the same time, but unfortunately my shouting gave me away. He turned swiftly around and sent a bonecracking punch to my solar plexus. I fell down immediately. I began to cough out blood. If truly there is hell, am sure am there already. He walked to me and bent over. He raised my head up and sent me an ear-deafening slap and blood began to ooze out of my nostrils. I relaxed the remnants of my Shango abandoned head in his wet palms. I closed my eyes, wishing death will just come and took me away.

But then, I suddenly felt water on my face and I opened my eyes hoping am in heaven already, (even if I were to be judge by my deeds, I don’t deserve to be there, but I was hoping Shango can still help me get there with his influence) only to be met with strange faces holding phones and obviously taking pictures of me.
I sat up immediately, I looked at their eyes and saw that their glares were directed at my nak3d thigh region.

I pulled my trousers up and sat up immediately. A hefty looking man, claded in a security uniform with H. Hadampson written on his brest pocket walked over to me.

“I was planning to send for Mayweather or the spirit of Mohammed Ali to come and help us, send you back to earth with their blows, since you are not affected by the slaps have given you already. Thanks to this bucket of water that finally brought you back.” He said.
Then it dawned on me, have been dreaming all this while. I instantly remembered how I got into this mess.

“you really made a mess of yourself dude, go get yourself cleaned up.” He patted me on the back and walked away.
The crowds were starting to disperse one by one.

“See you are finally awake bast*rd”. I know that voice. I turned around and looked towards the stairs, she walked down slowly, her eyes were plain red, just as the colours of her dress. Its obvious she has been crying.

“Beatrice…pls…let me…”
She cuts in.

“oh.. You want to explain?” she let out a wicked grin. “explain this fool.” She threw three photographs at me. I picked them up. I turn the first one over. Its a picture of my uncladed thigh, with my konji resting in a bending shape on it.

The second was showing a blur image of a lady strokking my dck while I lay flat on the floor. The third was showing the blur image of the same lady riding my dck.

None of the pictures shows the enhance image of the lady.

“You sonofabtch, I actually thought we had a chemistry going on between us, but I was wrong.” She sniffed “you backbitting bastad could not fvck me yestday, I even paid you to fvck me, yet you didn’t.” The tears are starting to weil up in her bloodshot eyes, “How much did that slùt paid you? Answer me bastad! How much did she offer you, that made you abandon me for her!.. Gawd… I was so foolish… Now am the subject of mockery to my friends…our pics and this pics have gone viral….”. Her eyes are now soaked with tears, I was really dumbstruck. How do I explain my leaving her alone in the first place? How do I tell her that I was drugged? How do I tell her that a whole son of thunder was rped?… I bent my head down in shame.

“since you’ve shown me your true nature… here is your suitcase.” She threw my suitcase at my feet, and wiped her teary face before she continued “I’ve taken my money back, get lost and don’t you ever let me see your face again. Just get your basta*d self out and get lost…look, If I ever see your hansom cheating face ever again..you will be dead so fast they won’t be ready for you in hell!” She turned back and headed towards the stairs.

I know better than to argue with an angry woman.
I was confused on what to do. I picked up my case, opened it and tucked in my jacket. I was now claded in my t-shirt and trousers. I reached for my pockets and checked my phone, I heaved a sigh of relief when I found it there.

I dusted my trousers and headed towards the exit. I was scanning for the lightskinned lady, but she was no where to be found.

I’m now stranded, I did not envisgage things to turn out like this, thats why I didn’t come with any cash or ATM card.

With no hope of how to get home, I headed out of the Hotel.