Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 98

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Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 98

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FLASHBACK

‘Put this on,’ a piece of cloth thrown from outside the car landed on Tara’s face.
The queen had gone into the cloth’s store to get a change of dress for her. She stood outside the car, watching as Tara struggled to put on the cloth. She glanced at her wristwatch again and looked around, it was close to evening already. She waited until Tara had finished putting on the new gown before joining her at the backseat.
‘Let’s move,’ she said to the driver of car who in response kicked on the car engine and drove into the road.
For a moment, Tara felt secured with the queen. She still didn’t understand what took place at the building with the Russian inscription. She thought she was taken there to be molested to death and she expected no escape but was still baffled by the Queen’s intervention to help her.
Several thoughts began to run through her mind, she wondered what would be her fate now that she had escaped death from the hands of those men. She wondered what the most senior Queen who had given her the death judgement would say. She hoped for a pardon but could only envisage another trial to murder her, one which she wouldn’t be able to escape again. The Nefary Clan never forgave one’s sin.
The Queen’s phone beeped and she took it out to answer the call. ‘Aaron, what’s up?’ she said into the phone in low tones.
‘Marie Wayne, why did you kill Tom’s men?’
‘They attacked first. So you tell me, where is Tom now?’
‘I don’t know where he is, he hasn’t come to play for a while. He’ll be mad at you,’ Aaron replied.
‘No one cares if he’s mad or not, I need to see him.’
‘Don’t see him now, I advise you.’
‘Where is he?’ Tarasha asked.
‘I don’t know.’
She paused to think for a moment, she could sense the concern in his reply. ‘What about you Aaron, where are you?’
‘At the game house,’
‘May we see right now?’
‘Ermm…’ A deep sigh from Aaron’s side could be heard from the speaker.
‘I’ll be there in ten minutes.’
‘Hey, don’t…’
She hung up the call before he could finish talking.
‘Take us to Evion Game House,’ she said to the driver who nodded in reply.
Tarasha flashed a look at Omotara, the teenager was already dozing off. She closed her eyes briefly and took in a deep breath. She had gone against the Clan’s will by giving the girl a knife to use against the men. If not for the knife, the girl would probably have died or would have been already weakened by the assault of the men before she(the Queen) showed up. Although there was room for her to remain alive but she would have had to defeat the three men with her bare hands and no weapon. The queen wondered what would happen if the clan discovered she had given the girl a weapon. But it wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t resist the helpless look on the little girl’s face who looked to her like a saviour. It meant that the Nefary Clan really never succeeded in killing their emotions and memories totally with the trainings.



10 minutes later
Evion Game House.
The queen walks into a large room where several games ranging from cards, chess, snooker and many others were being played. The gamers include mostly rich middle aged men and very few young men. There was a stage at the front of the hall where scantily dressed girls were dancing to Russian music.
‘Marie,’ Aaron was the first to locate the Queen as she stood at the entrance, with the girl’s hand in hers.
He walked briskly from everywhere he was to her and pulled her into a quiet room.
‘Marie, what are you doing here?’ he asked in a stressed tone. His intonation was American, his land of descent. He had migrated into Russia with his parents when he was eighteen and took over the job of managing the game house from his father in-law.
The Queen stared silently for a moment, then she flashed a look at Omotara. ‘Go wait for me in the car,’ she released the girl’s hand and watched her go. ‘Aaron, I need a favour from you.’
‘What’s that?’ Aaron asked with a frown. ‘Please speak up, you’re not supposed to be here now.’ he hurried her up when she wasted time in replying.
‘That girl, do you like her?’ the queen asked, talking about Omotara.
‘What do you mean?’ his frown deepened.
‘I mean would you like for her to stay here?’


‘What the ****! We don’t do child games here. That girl is little and underdeveloped, what do you want her to do here?’
‘Join your girls to dance, maybe,’ the queen suggested.
‘No, never! She doesn’t have the required body yet. Our men like girls with big busts and butts, not the tiny figure of a minor.’
The queen was speechless for a while. Just few hours ago, some other group of men were craving to have the teenager and this was another refusing the same thing others were lusting for.
‘Can’t you get her to do something for you here?’
‘No, she would be useless here. I don’t want any liabilities.’
‘What about your petty jobs?’ the queen persisted
‘Oh D--n it! She can’t do anything here, don’t to get it?’
‘You’d have to find something for her to do,’ the Queen said in a strong tone, sounding more like a command. ‘Remember, you still owe me some bucks.’
‘I will pay you your *****ng money Marie, just give me sometime.’
‘You take care of the girl until you get the money,’ the queen replied.
‘No, I can’t keep her here. She’s not safe, she’d get molested everyday by different men.’
The Queen stopped to think for a moment. It wouldn’t be wise taking the girl out of trouble to put her in danger again.
‘Aaron,’ she called with a smirk. He stared at her face. ‘I will kill you and your old *****ng mother if anything happens to her.’
Aaron’s face turned sad and helpless. His bones grew weak and his knees trembled.
‘Wait here for her, I’ll send her to you right away.’


Aaron sighed and shook his head, staring the queen at the face. ‘Wait!’ he said to the queen as she turned towards the door, he had an idea. She turned back and raised her brow. ‘I know somewhere you can take her to,’ he said.
‘Where?’
‘To my friend, Ristoe. His wife sells and employs girls to market her goods.’
The queen took some seconds to consider the option, it seemed like a good one. She bit her lips slightly and looked at his face. ‘I’m going out now, I’ll be back to take her later tonight, make sure you get her some food.’
Aaron closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. The Queen was already at the door of the room when he opened his eyes. He wasn’t comfortable with the girl having to stay at all but he was consoled by the fact that Marie promised she was coming to take him back. It was past the eighteenth hour already and it meant the girl would be staying for less than six hours.
Omotara eyes followed the queen as stepped out of the building until she got into the car.
‘Go and meet Aaron in the room I met with him, you’ll be safe there until I come back to get you.’ the Queen said to Omotara without looking at her. She was staring blankly like someone lost in thoughts.
Omotara’s heartbeat rose immediately. She thought she was out of trouble already but it seemed she was never going to be free. The Queen which she thought would protect her was sending into a strange place to stay. She wondered what would happened to her with all the men she had seen in the hall. She remained in her seat, wishing that the knife she got from the Queen earlier was still with her. She would have killed herself immediately instead of going into the place to face torture from another set of cruel men.
‘Go!’ the Queen commanded in a strong tone which depicted urgency and seriousness. Omotara opened the door quickly and stepped out. She began to walk towards the building without looking back. Just before she got to the stairs to the balcony, she heard the sound of their car zooming off and turned back to look, the Queen had gone. Her heartbeat increased, she thought about running away. She looked left and right, there were ways at both sides but she didn’t know which one to take. She noticed a switch at the wall, it was a large one four times the size of the switch Tara was used to. She looked forward again, the entrance of the building was widely opened. She considered disobeying the Queen’s instructions but remembered what happened when she tried to escape at the ‘mad house’. She didn’t know what the Queen had in store for her now, or what had been put in the cloth she was putting on, maybe it was instant death if she tried to run away this time. She took in a deep breath and stared at the entrance one more time. She had only climbed the first staircase when the man the Queen called Aaron appeared at the entrance.
‘You little brat! I’ve been waiting for you, get inside right now,’ Aaron shouted at her.
She climbed up immediately and followed his lead until they got into a room which was set like a lounge.


‘Get yourself seated somewhere,’ Aaron said and walked out through another door.
Omotara walked slowly to the first available sofa and sat on it. Her eyes wandered around the room for a moment. It was an ancient facility, the furniture were old but clean, so as the walls; the paint on the walls were almost totally faded.

The sound of music from the game hall could still be heard faintly in the place.
Soon after, a Russian young girl, a little bit older than Tara entered into the place from the exit Aaron took, bringing with a tray of food. Omotara’s stomach rumbled as she perceived the aroma, she suddenly remembered she had not eaten for a long while.


2 hours later.
Omotara sat quietly all through after the meal, the same girl had come to take the plates fifteen minutes after. No one talked to her or came close to her, not even Aaron her host. He had come into the place several times, most times with other men and once with a woman. No one seemed to give her more attention than just a glance.
However, for about fifteen minutes there had no activity in the place at all. Omotara was more relaxed, she was less afraid of someone hurting her anymore but she wondered if the Queen was coming back for her.
Soon after, the sound of the noisy music from the game hall which was being faintly heard ceased. Omotara was about to conclude that the hall was about to be closed that day when she began to hear some strange sounds. She could detect that they were sounds of people fighting with fists, that was one of the sounds she was very familiar with. Another thing that aided her quick recognition of the sound was that she had also began the course on mastering and differentiating sounds in the Nefary Clan even though she had been doing the course only for a month. The sounds heard became more than sounds of fists but sounds of gunshot now but mixed with screams and shouts of men and women.
She sat there, still unsure of what to do when Aaron rushed into the place from the entrance. He rushed towards the exit without looking at her.
Few seconds later, the sound of the gunshots began to come closer. Omotara got up from her seat and ran to the entrance to see what was going on outside. She walked through the passage and rooms that led to the lounge which were empty. She stopped behind the wall of the passage entrance and peeped. She could see some men furiously attacking the gamers in the hall, using guns on some and fists on others. A huge man who seemed to be the leader of the attack looked towards the passage and his eyes met with Tara’s. She froze immediately on the spot, scared to death as the man’s mean face twitched wickedly.
‘Hey guys, follow that little girl there and fetch out Aaron for me.’ the guy beckoned on his partners with a shout, pointing to where Omotara was peeping from.
She moved away immediately and ran as fast as she could. The door to the exit which Aaron took had been locked before she returned. There was nowhere to run to. She panicked as she looked around for somewhere to hide, she could hear sounds of the men’s footsteps getting closer. She quickly walked to the corner of the lounge where two long sofas placed perpendicularly touched each other at the arm. She entered into the corner and hid herself under the covering and shadow of the two arms.
The men soon got to the lounge and looked around without seeing anything. Omotara remained in the low position without making any attempt to look at the men, she could only hear their voices as they spoke to each other. Most of the men spoke English but with Russian accents, only the leader who Tara later discovered to be Tom spoke with English accent.


‘Break the *****ng door!’ Tom said on top of his voice to other four men with him.
The sound of gunshots made Tara look up, they were shooting the lock of the door. Luckily for her, all the men had their backs turned to her, so none saw her looking at them.

They broke the door and the four men rushed