Judi Series Season 2. Tapes. Episode 3

 Judi Series Season 2. TAPES. Episode 3

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From the look on his face, one could see the fury burning through his eyes. If he had lasers in those eyes, he would shoot anyone standing in front of him. 

Was this a real situation of incompetency in the LPF?

And even if it was as a result of unskilled manpower in the ranks of the police force. How hard could it possibly be to take care of the excesses of one female citizen.

Clement brushed his fifty year old black hairs with his palms. He could feel the grey hairs lurking around on his hairs. It reminded him of the fact that he was close to his retirement. 

For the first time, he felt a surge of fear envelope his arteries and pump blood into his heart.

If only he had been younger, he would have taken the torch and shown these morons how to run things around here.

The LPF had not been his day one dream. He always had this hunger for power and restoring order to a corrupt society. 

Maybe, he was strict and mean but he knew that his name was on the list of the "good guys" or was it? 

Another part of his mind scoffed at the mention of the "good guys".

"C'mon Clement, who the heck are you kidding?"

He blared at the doubting Thomas in his mind to keep his thoughts closed. Maybe his methods were a little bit unorthodox but it  was all a means to an optimal end.

"Unorthodox", the doubting Thomas came again "Like strapping a man to an electric chair and watching his bones fried without remorse".

A smile crossed the face of the IGP as he remembered the screaming and shrieks of the old scraggy fool while he sat tied on the "old ride". Old ride has been one of the first friends that Clement had made when recruited into the police force. 

Old ride was very similar to the IGP and the two friends had grown fond of each other overtime. Maybe Clement didn't love his job but he loved to see the old lady in action. He loved watching those moments when the enemies of the state sat on the old ride and the old magnetic iron lady electrocuted them till their eyes gorged out with red blood spiraling out from their brains.

Infact, it was the only thing that made life bearable at the LPF.

He would watch the men cry and lash out with loud shrieks of pain. All he did was stand above them and let out a smile like the mockingbird of the devil standing with a whip in hell, watching the flames tear through the skin of his victims.

Once there was a grey-haired woman who had visited old ride. She took slow steps in chains, shrugging her feet like the condemned after judgement day. 

When she fell, just as the visitor to Samaria had fallen after being robbed on his journey and ferociously beaten. Young Clement lifted her up and let the old lady rest on his shoulders as they walked towards the old iron machine. He could feel the thirst of the old lady inside his own skin and the dryness froze his lungs but he walked on towards old ride. 

They trudged on towards old ride as if the deformed old iron chair would quench their raging thirst.

Atlast, they got to the machine and he set her on the chair to rest her tired nerves. It was like the good samaritan story all over again...but this time, the samaritan let out a devilish grin exposing a middle broken tooth.

He still remembered strapping the old woman comfortably on the iron chair while she hiccuped.

She didn't say that she needed some water, but from the way the muscles on her face dropped, it was obvious that her old bones ached for any liquid. 

Anyways, who gave a frack if she needed something to drink. This was a room that stood next to the doorway of hell. All victims of old ride were surely going to hell. It was just a matter of how long they could withstand the frizzle of the old lady.

She hiccuped again. It was then she saw the dark terror in the eyes of the samaritan. It was dark as the turning eyeballs of a blood sucking human vampire ready to feast on a weak soul.

Damn! She was so fragile and this young samaritan would feed on her weakness.

She tried to scream. The only sound she could let out was a silent wince which only made her veins weak.

Then, she watched as he brought out his masculine identify and spread the liquids in front of her. Every tap of the sound made by the liquids dropping on the floor reminded the old lady of the consciousness of her own thirst. All she wanted to do was rush and just ingest the liquids. 

She restrained herself until she couldn't anymore but old ride wouldn't  let her free. She just kept on fidgeting like a zombie from the apocalypse restrained by chains.

When the young man was done with the quick release. He smirked with satisfaction at the depression of his victim. This was the part where he liked the most. When the victim soul was torn with the knowledge of the anticipated deep hell waiting at the other side. 

He nodded and flipped the switch.

He watched old ride spring to life and take out the victim. 

He watched as the old woman cried.

He watched as her legs shivered so fast like an infested foetus of a zombie. 

He watched as her eyes popped from her head with blood. 

His only response was a smile and a psychotic laugh.

"There was definitely no way a young female journalist would double cross him".

Absolutely no damn way!

 Judi Series Readers Awards Section. FAN OF THE EPISODE AWARD GOES TO:

The Judi Series Readers Award goes to two people for this Episode. 

Duhu Mary is a graduate of Nnamdi Azikiwe University. She runs a restaurant where customised delicacies are gotten from the best cooks in Nigerian. She is the recipient of the Judi Series Episode Award. The second recipient of the Judi Series Award is Linda UC Ejiofor. She is a student of Unizik and a really calm soul with an amazing personality.

Thanks guys for the huge support. 

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