After several attempts to escape failed, I had no choice than to be a stooge to Agatha. I noticed when I agreed to make money for her by becoming an international whore, she stopped the doctors from injecting me. That was one step to freedom for me.

I hated the fact that I had to sell my body to both men and women but what choice had I? None.

Two years later, Agatha was diagnosed of a terminal illness. No matter how much she had offended me, death was my last wish for her.

As weeks passed and I saw her still healthy, her sight began to irritate me so much that I devised a means to get rid of her.

It was Halloween and Agatha threw a party to honour this day and she ensured everybody was masked. Nothing was ever so timely. It was so perfect that Agatha invited some dignitaries and some of her loaded clients. Everything was working for my good.

Suddenly there was a blackout and I certainly didn’t plan that. Places became so rowdy and I went straight to where Agatha was. I poured a substance into her drink that was meant to destroy every organ in her system.

Ironically, while trying to kill me with injections, she gave me an opportunity to get what will destroy her in no time. The substance in question was given to me by one of the doctors whom she assigned to inject me.

When I was done pouring the substance, power returned. Again, I say that was so timely. All was working in my favour that night. I left immediately to where the guests were to avoid traces.

After exactly fifteen minutes, Agatha choked profusely. She began to cough blood and she kept holding her stomach; it was not long until she fainted.

She was rushed to the hospital but the doctors said she was dead. I kept a calm spirit. My conscience pricked me for murder yet I did not give in.

Just when I thought I had it all, Agatha’s driver approached me and told me he had seen my hand in Agatha’s death. I denied this accusation with everything I had until he told me he masterminded the black out.

I was yet to understand why he did that. As I was about asking, he told me Agatha had taken advantage of him all his life and he wanted to get back at her at all cost. But this explanation did not tie with the blackout.

I asked him how the fact that he masterminded the blackout suppose to hurt Agatha? He went on to say he had hired a hitman who he had instructed to stay on the rooftop but he saw it would yield no fruit so he made power return.

He told me he had seen all I did and that reassured him. After hearing all this, my heart sank into my stomach; I was scared. I now knew someone had seen me and that was not how I planned it. So, I had to do something very fast to erase every trace.

TO BE CONTINUED…