EPISODE 2 25-05
Last night turned out as fun as I planned for it to be. The events of my escapade and kill hit me like an epiphany but it was time I stopped being nostalgic and focused on disposing the body. It was going to be a very difficult task because it would be almost impossible to carry a lifeless body past the hotel lobby without attracting attention. I mean, what was I going to say if apprehended? "Oh sorry I just wanna dispose of this 90kg lifeless body in the lagoon around the corner".
I really needed to get an apartment that would serve as my kill zone. I could even afford to install my own morgue so I could relive my experiences with each Candidate and have all sort of trophies.
I paced around the room, tried to figure out how to get rid of her body and then it dawned on me! I could just leave the body here and disappear since I left a false identity at the reception the previous night. That wouldn’t work I mused, there were more CCTV cameras in this darn hotel than the in whole of the State Secretariat. I would have to clean up this mess as quickly as possible before check out which was by noon. I glanced at my wristwatch again and it was already past ten, leaving me with roughly ninety minutes to get my shit together.
Dismembering her body would be too messy and would require at least 25 liters of 95% concentrated industrial sulfuric acid and at least a 6 hours waiting time to dissolve her body. I was fast running out of options. I settled to cut her into bits but smuggling in an electric blade would prove an herculean task. The metal detector at the entrance of the lobby would shrill "Bloody Murder" before I could even move an inch, so I had to find any alternative entrance.
I also had to fetch a trampoline sheet and the electric blade immediately, so I rushed out of my room and placed a do not disturb sign on the door knob. At the reception I informed the receptionist not to bother my “girlfriend”.
“We had a long night” I reiterated with a sly smile and he smiled back knowingly.
I guess Chioma's shift was over and that was to my advantage.
I walked briskly to the car park like a man on a mission and zoomed off to my apartment at Chevron Drive, it would be better to create an alibi just in case something went wrong. After a 15 minutes ride I arrived at my crib. It was a tastefully furnished 3 bedroom flat that I leased for 2 years. I approached the electronic gates which swung open automatically. My landlord and his family were overseas and it gave me all the privacy I required. I was greeted by the excited bark of Stealth; my all black American Pit-bull bully, she had been a great companion for about three years. My shrink recommended that I acquired a pet to help my recovery from depression and the monster was my definition of an ideal pet. I patted her head and played a little then rushed into my apartment to fetch necessary equipment. I changed quickly into clean clothes and dashed out.
Thoughts of how to smuggle the blade into the hotel preoccupied my mind as I sped back to the crime scene. I remembered seeing a service entrance on my way out of the hotel and plotted my next move carefully.
I arrived at the hotel without any incidence but for angry motorists cursing at me for reckless driving. Why are Lagosians always angry? I thought to myself. I grabbed the bag that contained the tools and a false ID card that indicated “Lagos Safety Inspection Agency”. The card was just in case I got accosted by any staff.
I located the service entrance and marched in with Dutch courage fueled by the remaining liquor in my system. Anyone watching would have thought I was the son of the Hotel owner. As I reach the service stair, about to make my ascent, I heard a male voice call out behind me.
“Sir, this area is out of bounds to non-staff members” the frail looking man said. I looked around the deserted corridor. “You can just kill him to save time” a familiar voice whispered in my head. I started to clench my fist but comported myself instead, and identified myself in the most professional sounding voice I could summon. “I’m with the Lagos Safety Inspection Agency” I informed him as I flashed my false ID card.
The persistent man replied “Mr Layi just left a few minutes ago”
“He said everything is in order. Oga can I have your ID to confirm” he continues talking as he reached for his phone. He reminded me of my over-efficient class rep back in med school and didn’t look like he was going to relent. I took a step closer to him and slam the heavy bag into the side of his head. He went down with a loud thump, he was really as weak as he looked. I bent over him and snapped his fragile neck in one swift motion. I dragged his light weight body into an unlocked at the corner that turned out to be a utility room. Did this guy ever eat at all? I wondered. I locked the door behind me and rushed up the flight of stairs.
I located room 419 a few minutes past eleven panting heavily, the remaining time was not going to be enough. I would have to part with another 30 grand and I rung the reception to extend my stay. Candidate 3’s body was already getting very cold. I rolled over her body to spread the rubber and I play my Mozart in a bid to drown the noise the electric blade would make and turned on the TV just to be extra careful.
I took a last long look at what used to be Fatima, ran my hand down the length of her body and sniffed her hair. I could now afford to take my time and be more meticulous since I extended my lodge time. I stripped stark naked and admired my very well-toned reflection in the giant mirror, I noticed my dick also felt the excitement of seeing the dead girl. I plugged the blade into a nearby socket and started sawing off her legs. Shit! I forgot to pick a goggle I cussed under my breathe as blood splattered all over my face. I looked around the room for something to guard my face and spotted my shades lying on the bed. I put it on and got back to work. It was more strenuous than I thought as I pulled at her ligament to separate it from its tendon. I continued cutting her into bits and the sight of raw meat splattering around excited me even more.
A quick glance at my bloodstained watch revealed that it was already two pm and I was just tearing apart her torso, I paused to wipe off the bead of sweat that had formed on my wrinkled forehead. Damn! They made the ordeal look incredibly easy on TV, who would have thought dismembering a human body would be such a pain in the ass. My anatomy classes came in very handy, otherwise, it would been an absolute catastrophe slicing her into bits. At a quarter past three, I was already ripping off her fleshy arms. I decided to keep one of her slender fingers as a souvenir. I could not let all the hard work go to waste without a memorabilia. I wrapped it in my handkerchief and slipped into my pocket.
I finished cutting Candidate 3 into beautiful pieces around 4 pm and I was dripping in sweat, my body was oblivious to the 16 degree Celsius that the air-conditioner indicated. I wrapped the body parts into different rubber spreadsheets and placed them delicately into the duffel bag. I scrubbed all the blood stained areas with a generous amount of bleach I stole from the utility room and proceeded to take a shower. I had blood all over my body and my sweat was as red as the scarce tomatoes.
I took a very long hot shower, reliving the exhilarating experience with my eyes tightly shut and a wry smile plastered permanently on my face. I stepped out of the shower after 30 minutes to do my sit-ups and push-ups, I shaved off my stumbled beards and threw on my clothes. I emptied what was left of the whiskey in one large one gulp and grimaced at burning the sensation in my throat. I lit up a cigarette and enjoyed my Mozart playlist whilst I tried to figure out how to erase the security feeds that linked me to this room.
After a couple of minutes of deep thoughts, I exited the room carrying my night bag and the heavy bag containing the remains of Candidate 3. The bellhop at the elevator offered to assist me with the bags and I thankfully tossed it him.
“Oga, na pesin dey this bag so?” he jokingly commented about the weight of the bag
“Na pesin o. Na my girlfriend I put inside” I responded with a chuckle.
If only he knew that I was not joking, I thought with a sinister motive.
“Anything for weekend oga?” he asked with a wide smile. I squeezed into his palm a thousand Naira bill with a pat to his back and I ask him quietly to show me to the control room.
At the control room, I stumbled across a young lad watching porn on one of the monitors. He was so engrossed that I startled him with a tap on the shoulder. At least I had something to blackmail him. I explained to him that my wife and I was going through a nasty divorce and any evidence of my visit to the hotel would be detrimental to my case.
“Boss I can't! I'll be sacked me if they found out” he lamented as he composed himself. I offered him some money and flashed him my phone screen that revealed a beautifully captured HD video of him "getting off" on duty. The evidence alarmed him and encouraged him to do the needful. I squeezed some bills into his breast pocket and urged him soothingly to delete the every footage of my visit.
It was supposed to be just one kill and ended up as two and I also didn’t leave any trace behind, I couldn’t have wished for a better weekend. Heaven must really be in favor of my endeavor!
Last night turned out as fun as I planned for it to be. The events of my escapade and kill hit me like an epiphany but it was time I stopped being nostalgic and focused on disposing the body. It was going to be a very difficult task because it would be almost impossible to carry a lifeless body past the hotel lobby without attracting attention. I mean, what was I going to say if apprehended? "Oh sorry I just wanna dispose of this 90kg lifeless body in the lagoon around the corner".
I really needed to get an apartment that would serve as my kill zone. I could even afford to install my own morgue so I could relive my experiences with each Candidate and have all sort of trophies.
I paced around the room, tried to figure out how to get rid of her body and then it dawned on me! I could just leave the body here and disappear since I left a false identity at the reception the previous night. That wouldn’t work I mused, there were more CCTV cameras in this darn hotel than the in whole of the State Secretariat. I would have to clean up this mess as quickly as possible before check out which was by noon. I glanced at my wristwatch again and it was already past ten, leaving me with roughly ninety minutes to get my shit together.
Dismembering her body would be too messy and would require at least 25 liters of 95% concentrated industrial sulfuric acid and at least a 6 hours waiting time to dissolve her body. I was fast running out of options. I settled to cut her into bits but smuggling in an electric blade would prove an herculean task. The metal detector at the entrance of the lobby would shrill "Bloody Murder" before I could even move an inch, so I had to find any alternative entrance.
I also had to fetch a trampoline sheet and the electric blade immediately, so I rushed out of my room and placed a do not disturb sign on the door knob. At the reception I informed the receptionist not to bother my “girlfriend”.
“We had a long night” I reiterated with a sly smile and he smiled back knowingly.
I guess Chioma's shift was over and that was to my advantage.
I walked briskly to the car park like a man on a mission and zoomed off to my apartment at Chevron Drive, it would be better to create an alibi just in case something went wrong. After a 15 minutes ride I arrived at my crib. It was a tastefully furnished 3 bedroom flat that I leased for 2 years. I approached the electronic gates which swung open automatically. My landlord and his family were overseas and it gave me all the privacy I required. I was greeted by the excited bark of Stealth; my all black American Pit-bull bully, she had been a great companion for about three years. My shrink recommended that I acquired a pet to help my recovery from depression and the monster was my definition of an ideal pet. I patted her head and played a little then rushed into my apartment to fetch necessary equipment. I changed quickly into clean clothes and dashed out.
Thoughts of how to smuggle the blade into the hotel preoccupied my mind as I sped back to the crime scene. I remembered seeing a service entrance on my way out of the hotel and plotted my next move carefully.
I arrived at the hotel without any incidence but for angry motorists cursing at me for reckless driving. Why are Lagosians always angry? I thought to myself. I grabbed the bag that contained the tools and a false ID card that indicated “Lagos Safety Inspection Agency”. The card was just in case I got accosted by any staff.
I located the service entrance and marched in with Dutch courage fueled by the remaining liquor in my system. Anyone watching would have thought I was the son of the Hotel owner. As I reach the service stair, about to make my ascent, I heard a male voice call out behind me.
“Sir, this area is out of bounds to non-staff members” the frail looking man said. I looked around the deserted corridor. “You can just kill him to save time” a familiar voice whispered in my head. I started to clench my fist but comported myself instead, and identified myself in the most professional sounding voice I could summon. “I’m with the Lagos Safety Inspection Agency” I informed him as I flashed my false ID card.
The persistent man replied “Mr Layi just left a few minutes ago”
“He said everything is in order. Oga can I have your ID to confirm” he continues talking as he reached for his phone. He reminded me of my over-efficient class rep back in med school and didn’t look like he was going to relent. I took a step closer to him and slam the heavy bag into the side of his head. He went down with a loud thump, he was really as weak as he looked. I bent over him and snapped his fragile neck in one swift motion. I dragged his light weight body into an unlocked at the corner that turned out to be a utility room. Did this guy ever eat at all? I wondered. I locked the door behind me and rushed up the flight of stairs.
I located room 419 a few minutes past eleven panting heavily, the remaining time was not going to be enough. I would have to part with another 30 grand and I rung the reception to extend my stay. Candidate 3’s body was already getting very cold. I rolled over her body to spread the rubber and I play my Mozart in a bid to drown the noise the electric blade would make and turned on the TV just to be extra careful.
I took a last long look at what used to be Fatima, ran my hand down the length of her body and sniffed her hair. I could now afford to take my time and be more meticulous since I extended my lodge time. I stripped stark naked and admired my very well-toned reflection in the giant mirror, I noticed my dick also felt the excitement of seeing the dead girl. I plugged the blade into a nearby socket and started sawing off her legs. Shit! I forgot to pick a goggle I cussed under my breathe as blood splattered all over my face. I looked around the room for something to guard my face and spotted my shades lying on the bed. I put it on and got back to work. It was more strenuous than I thought as I pulled at her ligament to separate it from its tendon. I continued cutting her into bits and the sight of raw meat splattering around excited me even more.
A quick glance at my bloodstained watch revealed that it was already two pm and I was just tearing apart her torso, I paused to wipe off the bead of sweat that had formed on my wrinkled forehead. Damn! They made the ordeal look incredibly easy on TV, who would have thought dismembering a human body would be such a pain in the ass. My anatomy classes came in very handy, otherwise, it would been an absolute catastrophe slicing her into bits. At a quarter past three, I was already ripping off her fleshy arms. I decided to keep one of her slender fingers as a souvenir. I could not let all the hard work go to waste without a memorabilia. I wrapped it in my handkerchief and slipped into my pocket.
I finished cutting Candidate 3 into beautiful pieces around 4 pm and I was dripping in sweat, my body was oblivious to the 16 degree Celsius that the air-conditioner indicated. I wrapped the body parts into different rubber spreadsheets and placed them delicately into the duffel bag. I scrubbed all the blood stained areas with a generous amount of bleach I stole from the utility room and proceeded to take a shower. I had blood all over my body and my sweat was as red as the scarce tomatoes.
I took a very long hot shower, reliving the exhilarating experience with my eyes tightly shut and a wry smile plastered permanently on my face. I stepped out of the shower after 30 minutes to do my sit-ups and push-ups, I shaved off my stumbled beards and threw on my clothes. I emptied what was left of the whiskey in one large one gulp and grimaced at burning the sensation in my throat. I lit up a cigarette and enjoyed my Mozart playlist whilst I tried to figure out how to erase the security feeds that linked me to this room.
After a couple of minutes of deep thoughts, I exited the room carrying my night bag and the heavy bag containing the remains of Candidate 3. The bellhop at the elevator offered to assist me with the bags and I thankfully tossed it him.
“Oga, na pesin dey this bag so?” he jokingly commented about the weight of the bag
“Na pesin o. Na my girlfriend I put inside” I responded with a chuckle.
If only he knew that I was not joking, I thought with a sinister motive.
“Anything for weekend oga?” he asked with a wide smile. I squeezed into his palm a thousand Naira bill with a pat to his back and I ask him quietly to show me to the control room.
At the control room, I stumbled across a young lad watching porn on one of the monitors. He was so engrossed that I startled him with a tap on the shoulder. At least I had something to blackmail him. I explained to him that my wife and I was going through a nasty divorce and any evidence of my visit to the hotel would be detrimental to my case.
“Boss I can't! I'll be sacked me if they found out” he lamented as he composed himself. I offered him some money and flashed him my phone screen that revealed a beautifully captured HD video of him "getting off" on duty. The evidence alarmed him and encouraged him to do the needful. I squeezed some bills into his breast pocket and urged him soothingly to delete the every footage of my visit.
It was supposed to be just one kill and ended up as two and I also didn’t leave any trace behind, I couldn’t have wished for a better weekend. Heaven must really be in favor of my endeavor!
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