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KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 3

[THE RESCUE MISSION]

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PART ONE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP

PART TWO: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP

Karen had been kidnapped. Her three friends Clare, Kate and Sharon have vowed to rescue her from the hands of the cruel bastards who took advantage of her lucrative body. The tri-squad could not even try to adjust their senses to imagine what could be happening to her. All they hoped for was for her to be alive and kicking. They had to plan for the rescue mission.

That night, they did not report to their respective homes. Clare, Kate and Sharon had a plan to engage in some dirty duties done by the call girls hoping they would bore fruits in rescuing their friend Karen. A friend of Clare by name Jake had agreed to harbor them in his vicinity as they made plans on how they would execute their plan. They drove to Jake’s house and after they had chitchat in this and that, they sat on the circular lighted-gazebo, which was built architecturally to suit the midnight meat wolfers’.  Jake offered to help them in their plans but they turned down his offer at first.

‘We will do it our way’, Clare Responded. ‘This is our mission remember?’ she squinted her left eye as she gave him a soundly peck. Jake gazed at her for some time before he went ahead to prepare a balefire that would keep the warm for the night. The time was at 8pm. Darkness had enveloped the entire of the horizon. The sky was full of stars; both the dimming and the shinning ones. The crickets and frogs could be heard on the outside as they made their noises. The cool breeze would sweep the air around them occasionally making the whole humidity optimum for human survival. It was beautiful. They slowly converged at the balefire and commenced the plan.


After about 15 minutes, they all rose from the wooden seats and each of them rushed in different routes around the homestead. Each got back with some weird looking club attire. The ladies were all glam. You would confuse them with those brothel ladies who wear to impress anyone who got the cash to squander on them as they roughly devour them. Their current look would liquefy the heart that those shy men hold deep in their inner spirit. Sharon, though looking like she was in her birth-suit, did not like it. She felt naked. she kept looking at herself plastering that woebegone impression on her face. Her thighs had never been exposed like that publicly before.

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HORROR INSIDE THE LUXURY BUS

BY KEN AND SPERANZA

KAREN SAT LONELY KNOWING THAT SHE WAS TO TRAVEL AGAIN. THE TRAUMA INSIDE HER WAS TERRIFYING

KAREN SAT LONELY KNOWING THAT SHE WAS TO TRAVEL AGAIN. THE TRAUMA INSIDE HER WAS TERRIFYING

Karen was staring at the portrait of her granny who had perished in grisly road carnage. The repercussion of the latter created a greater mental effect on her. She was only 16 and she had already started foreboding posh vehicles.  Her sister Annette was busy assisting her mum to fit luggage inside the car, outside. Karen got up from her seat and walked slowly towards the lounge. No sooner had she got inside the main lounge, than a roughened arm held her shoulder. She turned around abruptly, her hair swinging past her nose. It was her dad, Murray.

‘Hi, Karen?’ he continued, ‘why are you so bored like this?’ Murray asked her.

‘Dad, I can’t imagine we are boarding vehicles again. Can’t we trek?’

‘Are you serious Karen, trekking to Mombasa on such fateful days, cars aren’t that vengeful. Change your attitude and mentality too’ Murray said as he patted her shoulders and walked past Karen.

Karen stood still at the place wondering what a world she was in. she had made up her mind a bit earlier that she wasn’t to board any vehicle in her life. The amputated images of her grandma were occasionally recapitulating in her mind.

They were leaving for Mombasa. It was a luxury trip and Murray was so grateful of his family and always wanted to make them happy. However, Karen had the trauma that had ruptured her mentality while being safe on daddy’s car. She walked slowly and sat on her bed. Her face was weary and she seemed hungry as if she had being starved for a number of days.

‘Karen! Karen!’ her sister Annette came looking for her so that they would set the ball rolling. Karen composed herself and agreed to go. When Annette opened the door, Karen plastered a smile and gave her a hand. They walked out talking happily until they approached the exit door. Agnes their mum was happy and Murray also felt his heart warm because they had seen Karen smiling. Karen hugged his dad and promised his dad that she was never to be pre-occupied again on the issue of accidents. His died smiled again and opened the door for the sisters. Agnes had agreed to drive the car for that day.

Murray's 2012 Volkswagen jetta gli

Murray’s 2012 Volkswagen jetta gli

The sleek Volkswagen drove and pulled up outside a gate.

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