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#SARSMUSTEND #EndPoliceBrutality

“I won’t ever do that on my own. I have my kids too. I was only following orders. I swear on my life” he sobbed.

It is funny how grown men tend to cry when faced with a little torture. It is even more hilarious when it’s a police officer. I mean these guys are supposed to be trained

“why would you shoot the people protesting peacefully? Just why?” I asked.

“I saw you with my own eyes and you looked extremely happy to pull the trigger” I explained.

“Please… I am so sorry… I have kids at home… And a wife…. I wasn’t thinking…. _I swear ehn, na my boss order us_” he rambled on.

He had limited movements as his hands were tied behind his back. He was seated in a plastic chair, comfortably for a murderer if you ask me, and his legs were tied to the chair too. He was sporting several angry red tattoos on his body which was my doing.
I stepped back to admire my work, and I had to smile at the beauty of it all. The scrawlings. The designs. The messages.

#ENDSARS, #ENDSARSNOW, #EndPoliceBrutality, and #ENDSWATNOW were fighting for space on his body. Now that’s what I call a work of art.

“Please… Don’t kill me.. I’m in severe pains… I promise you that I will resign from the Nigerian Police Force… Please… Spare my life” he continued begging.

“save your strength Love,” I said in my perfect impersonation of John Constantine.

“I am going to gag you again now because it’s about to get messier” I started.

“I wouldn’t want my neighbours to hear your screams. Because those guys won’t be as forgiving as I am.” I explained.

I forced a dirty sock (must be the one I removed from his feet) in his mouth and sealed it tight with tape. With the precision of a surgeon, I proceeded to smear hot chilli on the marks I made on his body with a razor.

Oh, and I never felt so alive.

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India ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ

When your time comes, the time to die, many theorize that your whole existence will flash through your mind. Your achievements. Your regrets. And that is the moment you reach enlightenment. The moment you finally know the meaning of life.
I am sorry to dash your hope, but that is not how it works at all. At least, not this curious case I am about to dive into. (take note of the verb “dive”).

       ***     ***      ***

Although he had no way of confirming the accuracy, he was pushed off the military plane exactly thirty seconds ago. Hurtling down at a speed of 10m/s or close to that, he had been screaming for the entirety of his air time. Without a parachute or any other useful antigravity equipment. Death is only a matter of time.

“India,” he thought suddenly.

“I’m free falling to my death and the only thing I can think of is an Asian country” he muttered.

“This is the moment my life is supposed to flash before my eyes” he spoke to the wind. But he can’t get India out of his mind.

By a freak of an accident or what a simple-minded human would refer to as a miracle, a fishing boat was anchored directly underneath him as he fell. All he had to do was grab a part of the sail and he is safe. Death averted. Lord be praised.

“those motherfuckers will regret trying to kill me. I will kill every last one of them” John swore as he reached out to grab the sail of the boat. He miscalculated. He was close, but not close enough.

“India… Oh… It’s the Indian Ocean he was thinking about, not the country” he thought as the steel hull of the boat beckoned.

       ***     ***      ***

“white men and their extreme sports” one of the fishermen muttered. He was unlucky to be given the duty of mopping and clearing the mass of scattered flesh, bone and blood.

ยฉRidwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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A concert , a leather jacket and a shy girl

A CONCERT, A LEATHER JACKET AND A SHY GIRL.

After another stressful day at work, I sat down to catch up with the happenings in my State on the television. The Commissioner of Police was given a press release about a widely publicized murder case. A dead body had been found at the back of a stadium which had recently hosted a concert. A concert which I was also fortunate to attend.

As expected from an International act, Davido brought the whole Adamasingba Stadium to life with his performance. On the TV, the Commissioner was lamenting on the lack of evidence to continue with the investigation. I picked up the remote control and changed the channel. Reveling in the music from MTV Base, I picked a leather jacket which I had collected from a shy girl I met at the concert. I killed the shy girl to claim ownership of the jacket. I can’t wait for the next concert.

ยฉRidwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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The boy who lived

Moving with conviction and purpose, like he has never done before in his life, he walked towards her.
โ€˜โ€˜Her.. He.. He’ll… Helloโ€™โ€™ He stuttered.
Without a care in the world, she continued talking on her phone which she had brought as he was going over to her.

Not to be dettered after having gone this far. Like a lamb learning how to walk, he waited patiently while swaying from left to right.
โ€˜โ€˜Take care and have a nice dayโ€™โ€™ she said to the phone. She turned her attention to him and threw him the dazzling smile that was her trademark.
โ€˜โ€˜how may I help you? โ€™โ€™ she asked sweetly.

And at that moment, the blood in his body obeyed the law of gravity and rushed from his brain and gushed to another organ. He forgot how to talk.
โ€˜โ€˜you know what? I will see you later, I have a class now! โ€™โ€™ she said.
And like the gazelle that she is, she trotted away gracefully.

But when she walked away, the blood returned to the usual position in the brain and think he could.
โ€˜โ€˜I don’t want to be friends with her, I want her to be mineโ€™โ€™ he thought.
And with renewed determination and inexplicable vigour, he followed her to her class. The lady had no idea he was following her. Rushing towards her class, she couldn’t wait to gist her friends.

โ€˜โ€˜hello girlsโ€™โ€™ she beamed at her friends with her captivating smile and they responded with the same enthusiasm.
โ€˜โ€˜I’ve got a nice juicy gist for youโ€™โ€™ she started without beating around the bush.
โ€˜โ€˜can you guess who approached me today? โ€™โ€™ she asked and they replied โ€˜โ€˜noโ€™โ€™
โ€œyou know that saliva dripping and ugly boy that always move around like a faulty generator dancing on a spot? โ€ she asked.
โ€˜โ€˜that’s like 50 percent of the boys in this collegeโ€™โ€™ one of her friends retorted.
โ€˜โ€˜I’m talking of the one that his face looks like a gorilla had sex with a polar bearโ€™โ€™ she replied
โ€˜โ€˜Well, that narrows it down a bitโ€™โ€™ another one said.
โ€˜โ€˜it’s that mentally retarded son of the rich chimpanzee โ€™โ€™ she concluded.

A ripple of emotions showed on the faces of her friends. From disbelief to surprise, to anger and finally they all burst out laughing. But just as it started, the laughter stopped. They realised that he has been standing behind them all along. He heard every single word they said.
And like a cemetery on a cold night, there was a deafening silence. Emotions he has never felt before passed through his consciousness. Annoyance and hatred of himself and his condition. And without further thought, he went straight to his room and took out the last batch of razor he bought and slit his wrists. But not before he wrote the note.

โ€˜โ€˜no one will hurt me ever again, no one will call me mentally retarded when I’m no longer around. No one will make fun of my condition ever again. I am going to soar above them all.โ€™โ€™ He thought as his blood soaked the oriental rug that was given to him as a gift the previous Christmas by his parents.

And thus, we come to the end of the story, or rather the beginning of his end.

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Dark Tales (Murder suicide)

What if you open the door to your room and find yourself lying down on the bed?
Blood gushing out from your chest and head!
What would you do?
Who would you call?

Sometimes, the best stories are the ones we develop and complete in our imaginations. Please like and comment on what you would do if you were in this situation.

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Dark tales (Twisted)

She woke up feeling dizzy. Looking down, she saw a knife buried deep in her chest. Her roommate was lying beside her smiling.
“You shouldn’t have laughed at his jokes, everything of his belongs to me. Even his jokes” her roommate told her.

Her roommate laughed like a mad person she was. And that was the last thing she heard before falling unconscious.

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Dawn and Dusk three


โ€œDo you think we should wake him up now?โ€ Dawn asked.
โ€œWe need to wait a bit. Besides I want to inject some painkillers into him.โ€ Dusk said.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to inject him with painkillers. The sole aim of the experiment is to know how much pain he can endure.โ€ Dawn retorted.

The young man who was the subject of the experiment was tied to a beam in a pool of his own blood, vomit and urine. He head was hanging in an awkward manner and he appeared to be unconscious. They were all in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

โ€œI donโ€™t like the way you cut out his tongue. Now we wonโ€™t be able to ask him how he is feeling.โ€ Dusk lamented.
โ€œCalm down D, his expression will tell us all we need to know. Besides, we can always pick up another test subject.โ€ Dawn explained.
Dusk picked up a bucket filled with water and emptied it on the young man tied to the beam. The man woke up and saw two people standing over him. In less than two seconds, realization dawned on him and he screamed. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he screamed and more. He opened his mouth to talk but he only succeeded in making a series of grunts. He hung his head defeated after struggling for a while and spied his tongue in the pool of his own blood a few feet away from him.

โ€œWelcome back friend. I am Dawn, and you?โ€
โ€œgrrโ€ฆhmmmโ€ฆ.โ€ The young man managed.
โ€œI believe you rendered him speechless. And that is what your beauty does to people.โ€ Dusk said.
โ€œYou always know the right things to say Dusk. You are so cute I can kiss you right now, right hereโ€ Dawn said.

โ€œAs much as I hate sharing saliva, Iโ€™ll make an exception for you.โ€ Dusk replied.
In one swift motion, Dusk embraced Dawn and they locked lips. Like two performers on stage, their lips mingled and intertwined. Seeking the pleasures hidden in the realm of the mouth. The young manโ€™s blood served as an eerie background to the young couple who were engaged in the dance of romance. After what seemed like an eternity. They disengaged.
โ€œWow! Apart from its ability to communicate diseases, kissing appears to be wonderful.โ€ Dusk said.
โ€œFor a moment, I felt like we are the only humans in the world.โ€ Dawn replied dreamily.
โ€œDonโ€™t you think she is cute?โ€ Dusk asked the young man.
โ€œgrrโ€ฆhmmmโ€ฆ.โ€ The young man managed.
โ€œOh! I think our kiss left him speechless.โ€ Dusk joked.
Dawn moved closer to the young man and slapped him hard on the face. The young man screamed. As much as his condition allowed him. Dusk slapped him too on the other cheek and he passed out from the pain.

โ€œIโ€™m going out back to dig his grave. Finish him any way you see fit.โ€ Dusk finished.
Dawn smiled and kissed Dusk lightly on the lips. Dusk picked up a spade lying around and went to dig a hole in the back of the warehouse which will serve as the grave of the young man. Meanwhile Dawn picked up the scissors she used earlier on the young manโ€™s tongue and slit his wrists. She went about it like a practiced samurai playing with his sword.
The young man was unconscious when she slit his wrists, but never again will he be conscious.

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Dawn and Dusk too



โ€œMost people do not understand the beauty of pain. The pleasure of pain, its desirabilityโ€ Dawn said.
โ€œI read an article somewhere and it said the greater the pain, the greater the pleasure derived.โ€ Dusk said. โ€œBut I have not been able to test the theoryโ€ He continued.
โ€œI think that should be out target now. I donโ€™t like the way our last experiment turned out to beโ€ Dawn said.
โ€œBut I guess the evangelist is in a better place, or whatever he chose to believe before he diedโ€ Dusk said.

Their last experiment was to find out how humans changed from the living to the dead. They wanted to know the moment the soul leave the body and how it did. Although the experiment was largely unsuccessful, the evangelistโ€™s body turned up in the nearest river ten days later largely unrecognizable.

โ€œHe had a shitty life but he fed the hungry fishes after he died. I say that will qualify him for some decent afterlife.โ€ Dawn said.
โ€œWe were lucky the last time with the evangelist. I think we will have to find a test subject ourselves this time around.โ€ Dusk reasoned. โ€œBut I think I know the right place to get a test subject. Letโ€™s just find a party and take any drunk there. After all no responsible person will get drunk at a public party.โ€ He finished.

โ€œYou are the smartest boy I know. If not for my hatred for love, I might have fallen for you.โ€ Dawn said.
โ€œThatโ€™s good to know. If I ever need to share bodily fluids with any one, I am sure it will be you Dโ€ Dusk said. โ€œCall your dad and tell him youโ€™re with me, I will call my mum and say the same. I am sure they wonโ€™t look for us for the next 48 hours.โ€ Dusk said.
โ€œIt is a blessing to have unconcerned parents.โ€ Dawn said.

On their way to the party, they gathered apparatuses and instruments necessary for their experiment. Sir Isaac Newton would be jealous at the way they were careful and methodical with the required tools. Brand new knives, a pair of scissors, a sheet of sandpaper, duck tapes, a plastic handcuff, several feet of rope, methylated spirit, bandages and a mallet. The questions on their minds were โ€œhow much pain can a man take? And how much pleasure can we derive from inflicting the pain?โ€

โ€œWhy do you insist on packing spirit and bandages?โ€ Dawn asked
โ€œWe donโ€™t want the wounds to get infected before we milked the subject completely dry.โ€ Dusk replied. โ€œWe just need to make sure no one sees us when we take the lucky man out. I think we should pose as uber drivers. After all, our target will be too drunk to care.โ€ Dusk explained.
โ€œAnd when we are done with him or her, we should find another way of disposing the body. I just donโ€™t want the police to suspect anything yet.โ€ Dawn said

โ€œDonโ€™t worry about that. The canal is always ready to receive visitors. I have that side figured out.โ€ Dusk said.

They arrived at the party hall ten minutes after ten oโ€™clock in Duskโ€™s car. Dusk surveyed the area for a few minutes and found a young man who could not be more than twenty years of age. He is considerably drunk as he was dancing with a streetlight outside the party hall. Dusk pointed him out to Dawn. She understood perfectly what she had to do.
The man followed Dawn after a few minutes. She led him directly to the car and opened the door for him. The young man lied down on the backseat and fell asleep almost immediately. Dusk drove off into the night.

โ€œThat was surprisingly easy to be honest. I just promised him sex and he followed me without second thoughts.โ€ Dawn said
โ€œYou donโ€™t think much when you are drunk and he also looked sex deprived.โ€ Dusk said.
โ€œSo where are we going to carry out the experiment?โ€ Dawn asked.
โ€œOne of my mumโ€™s boyfriends has an abandoned warehouse close to the canal. He took me there one time to teach me how to shoot guns.โ€ Dusk said โ€œThe place is quiet and deserted at night. It is also so far from civilization, so no one can hear his screams and pleas.โ€ Dusk finished.

They got to the warehouse a few minutes after midnight. The young man, still unconscious, was dragged inside by Dusk while Dawn carried the backpack containing the tools. Dusk tied him up to a beam in the open space that was the warehouse and poured a bucket of cold water on him.

The young man opened his eyes and saw two strangers standing above him and smiling down at him. The boy was holding a wicked looking mallet and the girl was playing with a scissors. The effects of the alcohol he consumed left him at once. He looked around and realized he was in danger.
โ€œWho are you guys?โ€ the young man asked. And Dusk responded by hitting him the mallet on the head, hard enough to make him understand the gravity of the situation but not enough to make him pass out.

The young man screamed. His head felt as if a hundred ants are eating their way out of his skull. And suddenly without warning, Dawn bent down and said โ€œYou scream like a sissy and I donโ€™t like thatโ€. She held his mouth, pulled out his tongue and sliced it with the scissors. The pain was too much for the young man to bear and he passed out.

โ€œThat was harsh Dawn. I will treat his wounds, wake him up and we will start all over again.โ€ Dusk said
โ€œI am going to enjoy thisโ€ Dawn replied.

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Firefly 2

If you’re reading this then it’s too late to stop me. Reading this means my last posts has gone viral. Some will judge me and call me dangerous and a criminal. Others might say I need a psychiatrist. Others might just say I’m a gratified arsonist. Whichever one you choose to believe, you can’t hurt me anymore. It has been a while that I have been feeling high on fire and burning things. Burning things always had a way of soothing my mind and easing my pains. And I have to tell you, it had that effect almost till the end.

If you’re reading this, then it means my last stunt was successful. It means that I found the ultimate “high” and I stopped lighting things on fire. From rats to cats, from individual to plants to small farms. I have a long list of things I’ve watched burn. Things that turned to ashes before my eyes.

I got the idea for my last stunt from a video I watched online. YouTube have a vast collection of burning things, from little prank fires to raging infernos. This video that I saw showed a tower engulfed in flames. It was such a dreadful and beautiful sight and it filled me with awe. I clicked on similar videos and my mind was made up. I have burned both living (while still alive, that’s why they are called living things. Yeah, and the occasional humans.) and non living things. But never before have I tried both at the same time deliberately.

Before you judge me on burning humans, don’t forget the words of the Bible that says “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”. And besides, I only burn humans whose parents and relatives decided not to pay the ransom I asked for.

If you’re reading this, it means my plan was carried out successfully. I bought fifty litres of petrol from the local filling station (Yes! I paid, I am not a criminal). I soaked every inch of my house with the petrol and I took a shower. With the petrol. I bet you didn’t see that coming. But petrol is really cold on the skin. I am going to press the “Post” button now. You can view the live commentary of the minutes that followed on my wall. Viewer’s discretion is advised!

MY WALL:

1:02AM: My house and I are completely soaked. Every inch is covered.

1:04AM: Only the laptop is spared. As a scientist (lol). I have to be methodical ๐Ÿ˜‹

1:07AM: Hey peeps! Anyone online? Gonna drop the damn lighter in 3 minutes.

1:11AM: We’re live people… Dropped the lighter far away. And is the sight amazing! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

1:12AM: The fire is burning brilliantly. Harmattan and petrol is a wonderful combination….. ๐Ÿ˜‚ ๐Ÿ˜‚ ๐Ÿ˜‚ You guys need to see this!

1:13AM: it’s getting extremely hot ๐Ÿ”ฅ in here.

1:17AM: SOMEBODY HELP!! ๐Ÿ˜ฑ PLEASE CALL FOR HELP!! MY PHONE IS DESTROYED…
OH… MY CLOTHES ARE ON FIRE…. IT’S HOT, PAIN….. SMOKE IS FILLING MY LUNGS…. CAN’T BREASDFGHJKL


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Firefly

I have always marveled at the beauty of fire. The way things radiate when burning. The movement of the flames always look beautiful. Fire is sexy and I derive pleasure in watching things burn. The smooth way in which the flames engulf objects is amazing and fire never burns the same. Fire is beautiful, unpredictable and beautiful. Fire cleanse, it removes impurities.

I started lighting things up for sexual gratification when I was a teenager, the exact age of which I could not remember now. I remembered the time I failed a test, I went back home and brought out a box of matches and lit the test scripts on fire. The joy I felt when the papers burnt erased the sorrow of failing the test. And the climax came when the score burnt. 62/70 looked beautiful when the flame erased the terrible score. Fire erase imperfections.

After that incident, I just need to find reason to light things up.When I am happy, I start a fire. When sad, that is a reason to start fire. Anytime I feel depressed, the smell of burning things is the only thing that brings the joy back to my soul. But the older I grew, the lesser the pleasure I derived from burning inanimate objects. Woods, plants, papers, bicycles, motorcycles and the occasional abandoned cars do not fight back. I had to up my game. I had to find something that will fight back, to provide challenge.

The first test subject into animal territory was a rat. The ever present vermin, those guys are everywhere. I locked the doors and windows in the house. I tied the rat to a steel rod and set it on fire. If animals could show expression, then the expression on it’s face would be shock, disbelief and absolute terror. The rat screamed (shrieked) and started thrashing around. But the more it moved, the more it burned. A nice sweet smell filled the house, the aroma of fur and skin on fire. The joy and excitement I felt in my heart and soul. The happiness that coursed through my body made me realized that I had struck jackpot. The scream, smell and the resistance provided great pleasure. The ecstasy I had never felt before flowed through my body.I continued with small mammals and birds for a long time. Always having the greatest pleasure when they tried to fight back, when they tried to flee.

But with time, it got boring. The pleasure I derived diminished and I had to find alternative.A thought occurred to me now. I believe the only way to achieve the greatest sexual gratification is to do something I have never done before. To burn something I have never dared to burn before. Something to provide the ultimate high.

I have to burn an human alive.

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