Stella paced the hallway, her mind racing with thoughts of what she had just witnessed. She couldn't believe her eyes, and the images of Nelly and Mr. Frank in his office were still fresh in her mind. As she waited for Nelly to return, she tried to compose herself, knowing a confrontation was inevitable.
She sat anxiously, her eyes darting towards the entrance every few moments. Her heart was still pounding from the earlier encounter, and she couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief. How could Nelly be involved in something so risky? Stella recalled how Nelly had given her advice about Michael just a few hours ago, and now it seemed she was in an even more complicated situation.
As Stella sat there, Daniel approached her. "Hey, Stella. Have you seeing her?" he asked, looking concerned.
Stella hesitated for a moment, not wanting to reveal what she knew. "Yeah, I saw her earlier," she replied, forcing a casual tone. "She went back to her lodge. She wasn't feeling too well."
Daniel frowned, clearly worried. "She didn't mention anything to me. Maybe I should go check on her."
Thinking quickly, Stella added, "Oh, she mentioned her aunt needed her at the shop for a bit, so she might not be home. I'm sure she'll call you when she's free."
Daniel nodded, accepting her explanation, though he still seemed a bit unsure. "Alright, thanks, Stella. I'll wait for her call."
A few hours later, Nelly finally returned to the hall. Stella's emotions boiled over, and without thinking, she jumped up and confronted her friend. "Nelly, are you crazy?" she blurted out, her voice a mix of anger and concern. "Out of all the guys on campus, you choose Mr. Frank? And in his office, no less?"
Nelly, taken aback by Stella's sudden outburst, tried to explain. "Stella, what do you expect me to do? Say no and risk failing his course?"
Stella shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "Nelly, I get that classes are tough, but this isn't the way to handle it. You could have request to meet him in a hotel instead, or found another solution."
Nelly sighed, her expression softening. "I know, Stella. It just felt like the only option at the time. I didn't think it through."
Stella softened a bit, seeing the regret in her friend's eyes. "Just promise me you'll be more careful, okay?"
Nelly nodded, grateful for Stella's understanding. "I promise. Thanks for looking out for me, Stella."
As the two friends walked down to the school gate together, a sense of relief washed over Stella. Despite everything, they still had each other's backs, and that was what mattered most.
As the sun began to set, Michael got dressed. He had been sleeping since he returned from school. After taking a refreshing bath, he decided to visit Kingsley's house so they could go out and have some fun. When he arrived at Kingsley's house, he knocked on the door. To his surprise, a young, beautiful girl opened the door instead of Kingsley.
"Who are you looking for?" she asked politely.
"I'm here to see Kingsley. I'm his best friend," Michael replied.
The girl explained, "Kingsley just left for Enugu a few minutes ago to see my dad."
Michael was puzzled. "He didn't mention anything about that to me. We were together all morning."
"It was an emergency," the girl explained. "Our dad called and asked him to come over."
Feeling a bit tired, Michael asked, "Do you mind if I come inside and rest for a bit?"
The girl nodded and let him in. As he settled down, Michael asked, "By the way, who are you?"
With a smile, the girl introduced herself, "I'm Kingsley's younger sister."
Michael was surprised. "Kingsley never mentioned you were visiting."
She laughed softly. "That's because he didn't know. I only arrived a few hours ago."
Michael couldn't help but glance at Kingsley's sister every now and then. He found himself entranced by her presence. After observing for a few hours, he decided to call his friend Kingsley.
Michael dialed Kingsley's number and waited for him to pick up. When Kingsley answered, Michael mentioned that he had come over to see him, but was informed by his sister that he wasn't home. Kingsley explained that he had to travel to Enugu unexpectedly to visit his father due to an emergency. He assured Michael that he would return by the next morning.
But before ending the call, Kingsley asked Michael for a small favor. He requested that Michael buy some food for his sister, as she wouldn't be able to do so by herself. Michael saw this as a perfect opportunity to spend a little more time with her.
He went out, bought some food and a soft drink, and brought them back to Kingsley's sister. He handed her the meal and told her that it was from her brother. She smiled gratefully and thanked Michael for bringing it to her.
While she ate, Michael stayed nearby, watching her with interest. She noticed and invited him to join her, but he politely declined. As she enjoyed her meal, she opened the drink, took a small sip, and then put it down before heading to the kitchen to get some water.
Michael took advantage of the opportunity to slip a sleeping pill into her drink. He shook the bottle to dissolve the medication, then returned to his seat, pretending nothing was amiss.
When the girl returned, she remained unaware of the drugged beverage. She finished her meal and drank down the spiked water without hesitation. Before long, a drowsy look overtook her features, and her eyelids grew heavy. Michael watched with satisfaction as her eyes slowly closed, and she slumped forward in her chair.
He swiftly ushered her to the bed, removing her pants with care before undressing himself. Michael's hands roamed the girl's body, squeezing and kneading her breasts. He leaned in to claim her lips in a passionate kiss, reveling in her newfound weakness.
With a sense of urgency, he positioned himself between her legs and thrust his rigid penis into her virgina entrance. Her tight passage resisted his invasion, but Michael's lust overpowered any discomfort. He continued to push forward, gradually penetrating deeper.
The girl began to stir, her eyes fluttering open in a futile struggle against the powerful sedative. Her hands flailed, trying to fend him off, but Michael's strength proved too much. He marveled at the crimson fluid seeping from her untouched sex, realizing that she was, indeed, a virgin.
The girl's cries and pleas for mercy only spurred Michael on. He pummeled her relentlessly until her shouts grew hoarse and her limbs ceased their frantic writhing. Only when her body went limp, and her eyes glazed over with a look of final defeat, did Michael relent.
Sated and exhausted, he dressed himself, leaving the lifeless girl sprawled on the bed. With a faint apology on his lips, Michael approached her, but she offered no response. Assuming her exhaustion was from the ordeal, he settled next to her, awaiting the dawn.
Hours passed, and the girl remained still, her breathing shallow and erratic. Michael grew increasingly concerned, flipping on his phone's light to examine her more closely. Horror gripped him as he detected no rise and fall of her chest, no sign of life. He shook her gently, called her out, but she did not respond.
Panic set in, and Michael frantically tried to revive her. His desperate attempts only proved futile as he came to the grim realization that he had claimed her life alongside her innocence.