Springs of fire - Season 1 - Episode 15

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Springs of fire - Season 1 - Episode 15

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Hours had passed since her attacker had left the house, she had succeeded in pushing out the piece of cloth that her kidnapper had gagged her with. Her mouth felt bitter, her throat was parched and her tongue burned as she had not anything
She had cried enough, she had wept till her shoulders sagged and head throbbed, obviously, tears were not enough to get her freedom. She had seen the anger that burned in the kidnaper’s eyes. She looked crazy, and she had wild eyes like she was possessed by a demon.
Ore was grossly terrified of what would happen next, what would the lady do to her on her return?
‘I caused all of this, I shouldn’t have left him.’ She murmured, if she had not run out of the car, she would have been safely home now, tucked in her bed with her teddy bear next to her.

She had no friends, no family, no one except Gavin, that is, if he cared enough to check on her after the way she had treated him.
‘The school…’ her voice was faint, yes, the school where she worked could notice something odd about her disappearance as she was not like some of the teachers who had joy in staying back from work.

She had enjoyed teaching those kids. It was her passion, it was her job and she took it seriously.
Her wrists and ankles had been bound by the finest or ropes, she couldn’t run, she had tried, but she couldn’t…

‘Please save me, Lord Please…’ she began to cry afresh.

Yes, she had always wanted to end her life in the past. She had contemplated suicide on three occasions, but since the day she met Gavin at the bar, after Paul had broken up with her, her life began to have a meaning…a purpose and she was not about letting that go.
‘I need you now more than ever…’ her voice croaked, her heart was broken.
If only she would be given a second chance at life, she would work on the hurt, the hatred and rancor she had harbored inside of her all these years.
She was about to say another prayer, when the door flew wide open and she staggered in.
‘How is my darling prisoner doing?’ Julia grinned, then shut the door of her hotel room very quickly.

Ore felt like raining curses on her, she felt like telling how cruel she was to tie an innocent woman up and to kill an innocent man.
‘Oh don’t look at me like that, I am not your enemy…’ Ore threw her bag on the bed, unzipped it and fetched a bag of Potato chips accompanied by a chilled bottle of yoghurt.
‘I got this for you, I know you are hungry, sorry I didn’t feed you before leaving, my bad.’ She pressed a hand against her chest and bowed her head.

Ore couldn’t believe this, ‘Feed me? I am not your pet you psycho. You need to get me out of these ropes else I will scream until people come down here…’

Julia ignored her and kept digging things from her bag, ‘I got Marlboro Cigs, a bottle of Squadron, um…I got a new sex toy, I haven’t had sex for a long time and I miss my girlfriend…’ she tossed the items aside and crashed on her back into the bed cushion.
‘Jesus…’ Ore was horrified as she stared at the items, her eyes narrowed as she saw a plastic envelop full of white powder. That had to be drugs, there was no argument, she was dealing with a crazy woman.

She licked her lips nervously as she stared at the sex toy, was she going to rape her or something?
‘Lord Please…’ her lips shivered, she couldn’t take any more pain.
Julia’s head spun from too much drinking, but who could blame her? She was celebrating her victory over Gavin Adediran whom she gave a two days’ ultimatum to die.
‘I am not going to rape you…’ she had heard Ore praying.
‘I don’t do ugly people, I will show you my girlfriend’s picture was I take a bath, her name is Delilah and she is really pretty.’ Julia dragged herself lazily from the bed.
It had been a tough day at the office, but she needed to get cleaned up and prepare herself, because once Gavin was dead, she was going back to Carida.
‘I don’t want to see her, you freak of nature! I don’t want to see anyone! Just let me go, I have done nothing to you…’ Ore cried, then begged, ‘Please…whoever you are, I know deep down that you are a good person, just help me.’
Julia was stunned by Ore’s use of words, no one had ever told her that she was a good person. She was a born killer. She created widows, orphaned children, she was the definition of unrest.

‘Hey, stop talking, it’s either you eat your Potato or you shut the f--k up.’ Ore’s words made her feel different, she imagined herself as a good person but when she remembered the consequences of betraying the Phoenix, she had to let her guards up.
She worked her face into a frown, then marched straight into the bathroom with the Squadron and the plastic envelop that contained her coke. It was time to get high.
Ore was deeply confused and distraught. It seemed her kidnapper had no plans for her. She didn’t want to let her go and she didn’t want to kill her. What did this lady want from her?
“Love…she needs Love.” The Holy Spirit knocked on the door of her mind.

Ore almost sneered at him, but she held herself, ‘But I don’t have any love to give. I am just a broken woman who is trying to find her path in life.’ Ore’s mind whispered to the faceless spirit.
“I know, but some are broken while others are more broken. She is in darkness, you are the only one that can lead her out. She is the answer to the only thing you have always looked for.” The Spirit whispered in her ears.
‘No, you don’t understand her. She is a woman lover! A drug addict! A drunk! A killer! How am I supposed to love that? Surely Lord, light has no relationship with darkness.’

“I know Ore, but I am light and the world is darkness. I gave my light to darkness, the light of my son. This is the reason some are saved and some are not. You have to show her love because I first loved you…’

Ore rolled her eyes, the Spirit never understood the ways of men. He always asked her to do difficult things.

She was about to tell him that she would disobey for the first time, she was ready to bear the consequence of her disobedience but she stopped when the bathroom door opened and Julia strolled out.
‘Who were you talking to?’ She asked Ore, her face was white as sheet and her eyes were terribly swollen and reddish.

Ore was afraid to speak, for her captor held a gun.