Big trouble in little india

[ilikeoldchangke]

Ah Huan moved first, running towards me with the lamp post raised about his left shoulder.

He looked like he is going to swing it down on me in the same manner some kid cut down his family’s apple tree.



At moments like this I would get flashbacks of the lessons I took when I was thrown into the middle of nowhere by Owen.

I learnt more about my own body than I would ever have. If not for the fuck up training in the middle of the jungle, my knowledge of my own body would be restricted to that funny lesson I took in the middle of secondary school.



A lesson in which a man comes in and talks to all the boys about their manhood. An awkward education about our sexuality and our body.


If you randomly ask a man for the length of a part of his body, chances are many would tell you the length of his manhood.

I know mine too.

I also know the length of my arms and legs. I know the reach of my fist when my arms are straight. I know the distance of my knee to the centre of my own body when raised.

I know how far and high I can kick.



I know how hard I can punch, and how much pain it would cause me to inflict that punch.

If you have hit someone before with your bare knuckles, you will understand that the pain goes both ways. Eventually you work out a balance, how much pain you are prepared to feel, relative to the amount of pain you are going to inflict.


Aside from knowing how hard to hit, a lot also depends on your perception of distance.

The large marble tiles on the floor is 600mm x 600mm per piece.


Ah Huan’s left foot was 3 tiles away when he raised the lamp post so high above his shoulder. At 1800mm away, with the length of the metal post and that of his extended arm, there is a high chance of him hitting me before I could hit him.

Even blocking the hit with my arms can be painful.


The best course of action here would be to run. A fight, is a trade, it’s like a business.

You want to feel the least pain, while inflicting the most on your opponent. This is the simplest way anyone can describe a hand to hand brawl.

I shit you not. If you don’t have 100% chance of striking your opponent in a situation like this, back off and wait for the right time.


I back off the instance the post came swinging down and crashing onto a chair on the side.
Before the post could be brought back up, I propelled myself forward like a spring that had it’s tension released all of a sudden.

My right knee shot up below Ah Huan’s arms and connected with his stomach.

The pain took a moment to register in his head as Ah Huan immediately dropped the metal pole he was holding. Releasing my knee from his body, my right foot stamped onto the back of his left kneecap, dropping his entire posture to my waiting hand.


I drove the bottom of my palm straight into his nose and I felt the sick crack of soft bones and cartilage as Ah Huan collapsed onto the floor.

It all happened within 3 seconds.

Ah Huan is not unconscious, he’s not dead, he’s not knocked out.

In fact he is slowly registering the pain that must be coursing through his body.


He clutched onto his nose as he gurgled with a mixture of blood and saliva.

His eyes are open but they blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what is happening.

Ah Leong was so shocked that it took him a second too long to react to me.

I went for him, raising my left knee up towards his chest. He backed off, crossed his arms instinctively in front of his body in an attempt to block my kick but I was not hitting with my left knee.


It was just a gauge of distance. I switched footing and my right foot was up in the air coming down at Ah Leong in the same manner his friend swung the metal lamppost at me.

I wanted to go for the head but my aiming is off.

My kick landed on Ah Leong’s left arm. The loud smack resulting from the impact sounded like an angry parent whipping the cane down on a pillow case.

Ah Leong staggered to his right with his arms flailing wildly in the air as he tried to regain his balance.


I did not give him a chance to and I went for him again.

He extended a hand with the outstretched blade, grunting as he tried to slice my face open.

I caught hold of his wrist, lowered my stance and went under arm, In the same instance I turned my back to face him and stood up with my right shoulder under his biceps. I yanked his hand down with such force that I felt a gentle snap which told me I just dislocated his elbow.

Ah Leong : aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

His free hand swung at me with the other blade and I immediately ducked low.

He’s shouting and cursing. I could tell he wanted to come at me but his body would not listen to him.
The pain made Leong’s body move away from the person inflicting it but before he could, my right foot slammed onto the side of his left knee.


I don’t think that it was dislocated but it was enough to knock him off balance and send him to the floor.

Ah Leong : arhgh !!!
I kicked the blades from his hands and bunching my fingers into a fist, I sent it into the side of Ah Leong’s temple. His head bounced off my hands and a couple of times on the floor.

Ah Leong : erhhhhhhhh… erhhhhh…..! !!


Saliva was drooling from his mouth as Ah Leong mumbled with his eyes half opened. He was gurgling like a baby asking for milk. His eyes would not focus as he tried to look at me.


I reckon he won’t be up on his feet for a while.

I checked the display on the baby monitor.

Yiling has been secured onto the poster bed and Benson was standing by the side. He was laughing with his hands by the side of his waist. Samuel and Peter were at the edge of the video frame


There’s still time.

I went over to the baby and tried to shake Bobby awake.

I checked the pulse of the baby. It’s weak. The body is burning up, he’s running a fever.

I opened the drawers by the crib and saw a packet of those stick on patches for kids running a fever and I immediately applied one to the infant. Aside from that I don’t know what else I can do.


Yvonne sobbed on the chair, naked and shivering. She’s of no help to me in this situation.

I searched Leong’s shirt and pants for a phone.


Jeff : password… what’s the password…

Ah Leong : ergkjhkrje… ergyykkk!!

I could not make out what he was saying. His eyes ere rolling about and he’s obviously still disorientated.


I went over to Ah Huan and pulled his phone out from the pocket.

Jeff : Password…


Ah Huan held onto his broken nose and blood was still flowing freely down the side of his cheeks.

Ah Huan : ..ff…fffuu.. fuck you !!...


I turned around calmly and reached for the half of the scissors I disarmed from Leong.

Pressing it into soft spot behind Ah Huan’s ear where the earlobes are located, I applied pressure slowly, jabbing the blade into the soft spot.

Ah Huan : AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AHGGHGHGHH!!! FUCK!!.FUCK!! AGHRHHH!H!!!


He kicked and tried to push my hands away but I held on, it’s a spot where it hurts even if you push it hard enough with your fingers. I wriggled and sent the blade cutting 2 cm in before Ah Huan told me the password for his phone.

Jeff : Thank you…


Walking away from earshot, I unlocked the phone and dialled the number Owen gave me.

It was picked up immediately by the operator on standby.

Operator : O’s insurance hotline… what can I do for you ?

Jeff : I have a problem with my policy….. I need to speak with my agent….

Operator : Policy number please.

Jeff : 442454

Operator : Please hold..


A dial tone came back up for 2 seconds before I heard Billy’s voice on the line.

Billy : We have a problem… Agent is not available… he just got on a plane…. Is it done ?


Jeff : No….why the fuck is he on a plane ?

Billy : It’s a last minute thing…. What’s the situation ?


I looked at the baby and told Billy I need immediate medical attention for a 2 month infant.

Jeff : I need extraction for mother and child… … medical help for the infant… it’s urgent…

There was a moment of hesitation from Billy’s end and I know why. It’s against protocol.
The clean up and support comes only after the project is completed.

It has always been this way.


Billy : but..

Jeff : do it…..just fucking do it…

Billy : Ok… ok… I’ll…. I’ll think of something…


I hung up and I took the spare cable ties and made sure Ah Leong and Ah Huan will no longer bother me.


I dragged them over to the bathroom and shut the door.
Leong wanted to curse at me but the pain reminded him of what could happen if he tried.


I checked the monitor again, Benson had removed his robe and is now prancing around the bed naked with his cock swinging about.

Yiling, naked and kicking with her limbs tied to all corners of the poster bed looked ripe for the picking.


All Benson needed to do was to get on the bed, mount her and start fertilising her eggs and fulfil his fantasy of bedding his sister in law.


I looked around the room and tried to think of my next course of action.

Sure, I can fucking march into the other room, maul Samuel and Peter into the ground before taking care of Benson but it would complicate matters. Owen went to great length to make sure Yiling do not who I am.


Base on what he said before, he seems prepared to sacrifice her if things go wrong.

Revealing myself to her might put her in harms way if Owen decides to housekeep and make sure nothing leads back to me.

Yiling is immobilised. There’s no way she can take care of Benson in that state.

I paced about the room, keeping an eye on the monitor and checking on the baby.

It seems to me that Bobby is turning more pale by the minute. This is not good.


Yvonne just peed herself and I could detect the pungent smell of urine as I watch her sob on the chair.

I saw some quick movements from the baby monitor.


Benson was gesturing at the door it seems and I saw Samuel and Peter rushing out of Benson’s room.

The 2 men exited and I saw Benson locking the door after them.

This is my chance.


I ran towards the exit and opened it. There was no time for hesitation.

I could hear the frantic crackle on Peter’s walkie talkie that someone is at the main gate.


“ He’s blocking the gate … he’s blocking the gate !!!...fuck… hey.. fuck !! aeggHH”

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Peter was standing on the top of the steps when he saw me charging towards him

Peter : what the…


He had time to ball up a fist and raise his hand. I went in low, sliding on my knees at the last moment hugging onto his body as I orientated myself to his back, using the momentum I lifted Peter who did not even have time to shout off the floor and slamming him onto his back and shoulder on the floor.


Peter : erghhhh!!

I straddled him and smashed my palm onto his forehead, delivering a loud thud onto the marbled floor hitting the side of his ear with my kneecap. Hopping onto his left without breaking a beat, I kicked his limp body off the stairs.

I could hear Peter’s body fall as his head and joints hit the expensive finishes Benson had chose for his staircase.


By the time he landed on his back on a landing 6 steps down, he was disorientated, bleeding from his ears and I could see a large cut down he side of his cheek.

Peter : arghhhh.. arghhh.!!

I was up on my feet, flying down the steps as Samuel turned back when he was standing at the front door. He had just opened the door to another colleague of his who was running towards him.


Samuel had a look of disbelief on his face as he tried to come to terms with what is happening.
He was still digesting what he was seeing, probably wondering why his friend is bleeding and lying in pain in the middle of the staircase landing.

I could hear the new guy running towards Samuel saying that someone had just blocked their front gate with his vehicle.

Despite all these, there was more than enough time for Samuel to react to me charging towards him.


Jeff : arGHHH!!

I tried to land a kick on Samuel but he ducked in time, almost tripping over the carpet by the door.
The 1st punch I threw at him was blocked by his forearms as he adopted a defensive position. The 2nd one came a lot harder as I slammed my hit towards his wrist, causing his own knuckles to hit his forehead.

Samuel : fuck !! argHH!!

He jumped forward, grabbing onto me. Being taller and bigger, his weight threw me off balance for a brief moment. His head came towards me in an attempt to smash my nose in but I shifted just in time to feel his forehead graze pass my right cheek.


With my arms pinned to the side of my body, I reached for Samuel’s midsection, sinking my thumb into the sections between his ribcage. He howled in pain as he threw me onto the floor.

Samuel’s friend was in shock as to what is going on and he grabbed a golf club from a cabinet before coming towards me.


I heard the roar of an engine as Samuel’s misplaced punch gave me a chance to deliver a uppercut to his chin, smashing his jaw upwards into his gums. Grabbing his face, I tripped Samuel before smashing him back first onto the marble floor with a loud thud.

I saw the van slice across the water feature, splashing water all over the place before stopping right at the entrance.

I barely ducked the angry golf club that found it’s target in that of an unfortunate vase that had outlived it’s decorative function.


The pieces smashed onto the floor as I kicked that man in his stomach before another angry swing of the club forced me to back off and run away.

It was then I noticed a rather flimsy sliding and folding door moving at the spot I assumed the kitchen and yard to be. It appears that someone is pushing and trying to kick the door open.

The door to the van opened and shut with a loud slam.


Billy appeared at the door looking flustered. His eyes scanned the room before catching me avoiding the smash of the club again like I was playing chicken and mice.

Billy : where ?? WHERE ??

Jeff : level 2… last room on the right…


I found an opportunity and grabbed onto the wrist of my attacker. I jumped up, lifting both my feet of the ground while keeping the wrist I was holding in between my groin, using the momentum of my swinging body, I forced the man to the ground as he dropped his golf club.

My feet pushed against his shoulder and armpit as leverage as I twisted his arm, dislocating it from his shoulder.

His screams was so loud that I was surprised Benson did not come out running by then.



I punched him across his face so hard I felt an old injury pop out the right ring finger.

Jeff : erghhhar…! Fuck.

Not wanting to waste time, I grunted and held back my cries as I popped the loose finger back in while catching up with Billy towards the room where Yvonne and her child is. Running pass the room where Benson is in, I tried the door handle, it was locked.


I could hear loud music coming from the inside. I decided to leave Benson alone for now and sort out Bobby and his mother first.

I went straight to the room and Billy immediately went for the child.


Billy : what the fuck man… he’s fucking burning…

Jeff : where are you bringing him ??

Billy : the doctor… she’ll know what to do…

Jeff : which doctor ??

Billy : The one you always go to !! …

Jeff : what ? who ? ….. hey !!



Billy dashed out of the room and I opened a few cabinet and found a towel. Throwing it over Yvonne, I cut the cable ties around her feet and lifted her off the chair.

She shouted and scream, kicking me on my stomach and chest as I fireman carried her out of the room and down the stairs.

Well, this project has certainly gone tits up.



Billy held onto the child and started the engine before trying to secure him onto a makeshift basket of sort lined with towels he somehow tied to the passenger seat.

I literally threw Yvonne into the back of the van and shut the door.

Jeff : Where is Owen !!


Billy : I don’t know…. He was with me up until before you guys arrived…. He got a call and next thing I know he told me he’s flying off to Japan.

Jeff : He better not be going on a holiday.

Billy : I’m going off… there’s 1 more guy by the guard house but he won’t be up so soon.


Jeff: what did you do ?

Billy : I stabbed him…with this…

Billy held up an illegal stun gun.

Jeff : Where the fuck did you get that ??

Billy : Don’t ask….. Owen refused to issue me a side arm….

Jeff : I don’t even get my own sidearm you fuck !



I heard a loud crash and turning back, I saw that the door to the kitchen had come down. Several aunties and helper emerged, freaked out as hell.

I shut the door and told Billy to go.

The wheels spinned on the ground before he took off down the driveway.

The ladies looked around the place and they seemed distressed.



Auntie : what happen ?? what happened ??? Benson go crazy again ?? he go crazy again ?? !!

I went up to them and told them to leave the house.

Jeff : Yes.. yes… he’s very drunk… and he snapped again… he’s inside his room…

Auntie : Baby… baby where ??

Jeff : on way to hospital… with mother…. They’re safe….

The auntie grabbed onto a charm around her neck and said a silent verse of prayer.

Auntie : Benson always very rough with baby…. Especially when drunk…


I heard Samuel holding onto his bleeding jaw and shouting as he tried to get back on his feet.

Jeff : Is there someplace you all can stay…. Until the police gets here ??

Auntie : yes… yes… outside….there….


She pointed to a standalone structure which functions as a storeroom tucked beside the landscape garden.

Jeff : GO…. Stay there…help will be here soon…


The auntie which I later found out to be the confinement nanny hired by Yvonne led the helpers and a cook towards the building.

Samuel was up on his feet as he looked at a bloodied tooth which still had bits of gum stuck to it on his own palm.

Samuel : arGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!


He flailed punches wildly at me and I backed away. I caught onto a half hearted kick of his and sent his body onto the corner of a column.

He groaned in pain and tried to touch his back.

I went up to Benson’s room and tried the handle several times.


Several options crossed my mind, including one that involves kicking the door open by force and just ending it there and then.

I heard the crackle of walkie talkie and I saw Samuel pulling it out from his pocket.

Before I could get to him, he was shouting into it.

Samuel : Boss !!! …Benson !!!.... call the rest over !!!now !!


I jumped down the staircase 3 steps at a time, when I got down, I punched Samuel across his bruised cheek several times before grabbing the walkie talkie from his hand.

Holding it to my ear, I waited.

I waited for a response.



If Benson called the rest of his men who are away back, there’s no way I can handle so many of them.

My heart pounded as I searched the other guy for a walkie talkie. He didn’t have one.

I switched the volume to the loudest and waited.

Still nothing.



Heading back up the staircase, music was still blasting from the room. Recalling the baby monitor, I ran back and retrieve it.

I saw Benson straddled over Yiling. His fat flabby body pumping his cock into her vagina as she cried helplessly on the bed. His large body covered most of Yiling’s, his hands pressing down on his sister in law’s wrist as he rained hot breaths on her face with each pump.

It seems he did not hear Samuel’s warning.

I pounded on the door to his room.

He did not even acknowledge me. He just continued slamming his cock into Yiling. One of her leg was released from the ropes and Benson was hugging onto that leg of hers, licking her thigh while he fuck her.


It was a fucking arousing sight. Benson enjoyed Yiling’s smooth and tone leg with his tongue. His hand grabbed onto her calves while hugging the leg close to his mouth. Upon closer inspection of the video, he was not only licking YIling’s leg as he fuck her.


He was biting her as well, leaving large patches of red bit marks that are visible through the baby monitor.

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I hammered the door again while keeping my eye on the large 8 inch screen.

I saw him turn his head towards the door but he turned back again shortly, plastering his body onto Yiling as he continued to plough his cock into the depths of her vagina.

I continued pounding on the door until Benson’s head turned again.


I could see him catching his breath, deliberating whether or not to answer the door. I kept pounding on the door while I have his attention. Suddenly Yiling jerked her bottom hard several times, struggling and kicking.

Her free leg landed squarely on the bottom of Benson’s Jaw, sending him flat on his back on the bed.


It infuriated him and Benson snapped.

His mouth was bleeding, probably bit his own tongue.

He lunged forward, his fingers closing around Yiling’s neck.

I hammered the door more urgently and I almost shouted for him but managed to hold it in.

This is not good.



I could hear him grunt and shout as he strangled YIling. As if that were not enough, he spread her legs and fucked his cock back into her pussy.

He shouted so loud I could hear him through the music.

Benson : BITCH !!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!! YOU LIKE THIS !!! YOU LIKE THIS !!!! fuck you !!! arghhhh!!!

I started kicking the door but it won’t budge.


Modern lock sets usually fare better then the ones the use in Hollywood.

Benson was jerking Yiling’s neck vigorously as his lower body moved, determined to use her body for his own gratification.


Suddenly he stopped.

He stared at YIling for a few seconds before his hands let go of her neck.

Jeff : Oh fuck…

I hammered the door, the intensity of my knocks did nothing to hide my desperation to get in.


Benson pulled his cock out form Yiling and I saw him grab his own hair.

Then he started running towards the door.

I heard the lockset snap and the door swing open.

My hit came so fast I’m not sure if Benson realised what was happening. I sent his head jerking hard to his right the moment I entered. I grabbed his hair and sent my knee to his mouth, compounding the injury he already had from YIling’s kick.


Benson collapsed like a sack of rice and I ran over to Yiling immediately.

I immediately checked her for a pulse and I heaved a sigh of relieve.

She’s unconscious but still breathing.

I adjusted her position, keeping her airway clear. Brushing the hair from her sweaty forehead, I took in the bruises she suffered in the hands of Benson.

It should not take her long to wake up from this.



I went over to Benson and dragged him across the room to the bathroom.

I wet the floor and made it soapy. I rubbed the bottom of Benson’s feet with water and soap as well.

He’s still conscious, but disorientated.

I positioned him in a manner which would suggest he slipped and hit his head on the floor.


I lifted his head and smashed it several times onto the tiled floor. Hard enough to give him a concussion but not break his skull open.

Yiling was starting to stir by then but her eyes were still closed.

I loosened the knots around her wrist. She should be able to get free from this easily.

I hurried and left the room, keeping my eyes on the monitor from the outside.

There, that should do the trick.

Yiling will wake up, struggle herself free, find Benson on the floor and finish the job.

I looked at the mess the house is in and the state I left the rest of Benson’s men.


I can’t say I called for backup, if I did they should have rescued her as well instead of letting her get raped. I’ll need a good reason.

My thoughts got lost when I saw Yiling came to.


It took her a few seconds to orientate herself before she struggled herself loose.

Jeff : yes… yes… yes…. Quick… quick…. Finish it and we can call it a day….

Yiling freed herself from the ropes and got up, there’s no doubt she saw Benson lying on the floor. She paused for a brief moment before heading towards him.


Yes. Yes. This will be over in a minute.

Just when I thought this is over, Yiling walked towards the camera. I could see her staring right into it.

Jeff : No… no… no…. don’t…

She switched it off and I cursed under my breath.


Jeff: Fuck….

Well, it makes sense to turn it off. I wold have done the same thing especially If I know there’s a camera pointing at me.

The thing now is I won’t know when and if she has done the deed.


It shouldn’t take long, I’ll give her 5 minutes.

Just fucking suffocate that shit on the floor.

It’s as simple as putting a pillow on his face and sitting on it for a while.

It’s not that hard. He’s already half dead.

I checked the rest of the men on the floor.

They’re all in different state of pain, each crouching in a corner of the house.

I received a call on the phone I took and I answered it.

It as Owen.



Owen : What’s the situation.

I could hear the loud echo and the muted roar of the plane engine from the background. He’s calling mid flight, probably a private flight if he can talk.

Jeff : I think it’s under control….Pillbox is doing it right now…



Owen : Ok… the team is on standy… they are reaching the holding area in 10 minutes… once they get pillbox’s call after completion…., they will move in….….i was told the mother and baby is en route to the doctor….what happened.

Jeff : Long story… I’ll explain later…. It’s either that or that baby dies…

Owen was quiet for a while before he asked me to wrap it up and he hung up.

Aside from the music, I could not hear anything from the room.

Well, I think it’s about time it’s done.


I thought about waiting a while longer, but my patience wore thin.

It shouldn’t take that long.

I took a few deep breaths and acted all flustered and panicky as I dashed into the room and shut the door behind me and instantly regretting my decision.

Jeff : fuck…


Yiling stared at me in shock as I watched her bloodied right hand holding a razor blade with Benson’s neck spurting like a miniature fountain.

She was shocked to see me in the room.

I was shocked to see her make such a mess. didn’t they teach her in school not to fucking make a mess if possible. It makes clean up difficult. Blood is difficult to clean and an artery spraying like a musical fountain is a fucking nightmare to cover up.


I stared at Benson whose life is slowly draining away before looking back at Yiling, naked with splatters of blood on her body.

Jeff : Oh my god… are you ok ?? …

My first thought was to cover her body.

I opened a few drawers before I found a towel.

I threw it around her as she stood, shaking and trembling with the razor blade in her hand.


Jeff : It’s ok… it’s ok… calm down… calm down….

Benson had stopped moving but blood was still coming out from his wound.

Jeff : ermmm… ermmm…oh fuck… this is fuck up…. This is really fuck up….

I was honestly referring to the mess YIling made when she calmly walked to the door.


My jaw dropped an inch when I saw YIling turned the latch and locked the door, trapping all of us inside.


I looked at her and I saw that look in her eyes.

That look.

Jeff : what are you doing ?!



She panted and she shook her head.

Yiling : I’m….. I’m sorry you saw that Jeff…

Jeff : What the………. fuck,…. Are you talking about…

Yiling : I cannot afford to have any witness…..i’m sorry…

Jeff : You….. are fucking…. Kidding me…

Yiling : I’m sorry….. Jeff…


She removed the towel I wrapped around her body and started coming towards me with the razor still dripping in blood.

Jeff : Wow….i……. I don’t believe this…


As Yiling closed the distance between us, I found myself checking the windows and doors once more.

The curtains are drawn.

The doors are locked.


Benson is pretty dead.

Jeff : Don’t…. Yiling please… don’t… just calm down… put that down !

Yiling : I am calm….. I’m sorry you had to see that…. I’m really sorry Jeff… I have no choice….

I would have said there is always a choice if Yiling had not rushed towards me with the razorblade in her hand.


As I pretended to shout for help and repeating my plea to Yiling to calm down, a weird thought crossed my mind.

This project is worth every fucking drop of that 17 year old whisky

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I leaped over Benson whose muscles were still twitching as Yiling screamed and came at me.

Jeff : hey … HEY!!! YIling…. Yiling !!! HEY!!

She is on the verge of losing it.


Tears filled her eyes as she fought back the urge to break down and start crying. Her left hand grabbed her right wrist in an attempt to stabilise her shaking hand holding the razor.

Jeff : for fuck sake put that down !

Yiling : NO!...



I ducked and pushed her across the room as she staggered and fall. Wiping tears and snot from her face with the back of her hand, she stood up and came for me again. It’s almost like watching a child having a breakdown.

She looked unsure, lost and afraid of what she is doing. She is not equipped mentally for work like this. Not everyone can handle the surge of emotions after taking a life.

Not everyone is as sick.


I grabbed the towel that she has thrown on the floor and twirled it around my right hand and forearm.

Yiling : arGHHH!!!!


She screamed as she came towards me with her hand raised.

I grabbed it easily with my towelled hand, the thick fabric absorbing the slice of the thin razor without fuss at all.

Jeff : enough … enough !!

Yiling tried to extract herself from me but I held on.



She tried to kick me and I blocked it with my shin, causing her to scream in pain. It was painful for me too but I held it in.

I twisted her hand and disarmed her of the blade.

Yiling jumped onto me, grabbing my waist with her naked thighs to throw me off balance by twisting her body, but I’m much heavier and stronger than her. I staggered 2 steps before I countered the force and threw Yiling onto the bed with her legs still wrapped around my body.


If I was naked, I could be well positioned to enter her.

Yiling : aerghh!!

Jeff : Stop Yiling… STOP!!... stop or I will have to tie you down !

She punched me on my face as she started kicking wildly at me.

I grabbed her wrist and twisted them behind her back, pinning them down in the same manner an officer is about to make an arrest.

I could feel the rise in my cock as I pressed her head down on the bed the same time I shouted at her to calm down. This is the first time I had to press a naked woman in front of me on the bed with my clothes still on.


The last time I was in a position like this was in a leisure trip to Thailand.

I went to a nice bar and bought this cute university student that was working as a waitress a drink. The next thing I knew I was pinning her down on the bed with her screaming at me to go deeper and harder.


Yiling : let me go !!!

Jeff : stop screaming and behaving like a mad woman and I will let you go ….

I held Yiling’s hands in place and I stepped on both her calves with my left foot. The pain should knock some sense into her.


It took about another 5 minutes of screaming, threats and sobbing before she calmed down.


Her breathing slowed considerably as she just panted for air on the bed.

Jeff : Are you ok now ?? …. Don’t snap…


Yiling : I’m ok… let me go…

Jeff : Promise you stop behaving like a bitch….

Yiling : Yes… yes I promise…

I let Yiling go and took a seat on the bed.

She slowly turned around and massaged her aching joints.

We were both quiet for a while before she asked if I was going to arrest her.

Yiling : Are you going to arrest me ? ….. for killing my brother in law…
I did not answer her because I did not have an answer.

I was hoping I won’t have to deal with shit like this which is why I preferred to work alone.


Stuff like this belongs to Owen’s department.

My heart skipped a beat when Yiling spoke again.


YIling : You’re definitely not some data Analyst…..

Jeff : Why makes you say that…

Yiling : You know how to protect yourself….

Jeff : We all go through basic training….


Yiling smirked as she turned and looked at Benson who had stopped moving totally by then.

Yiling : It’s ok if you don’t want to say…. Just bring me back to the station and wrap this up…


I thought about it for a while before replying Yiling.

Jeff : I’m not just a typical Data Analyst for the narcotics agency… I’m also part of their elite crack team of operatives… I spend my time stationed overseas most of the time….


I said nothing after that, allowing the silence to help Yiling take it all in.

That should make a bit of sense to her I think.

Yiling : so now what ? …


Jeff : I’m interested in the data Benson has in his computer….his overseas network and his local runners…. His contacts… his suppliers… the rest doesn’t concern me…

Yiling : What does that mean ? … haha.. you going to pretend you did not see me kill Benson ? hahaha….

Yiling slowly got up. I could see the slouch in her shoulders as she opened several drawers before pulling out clothes that I assume belonged to her sister.


Yiling : you can’t do that…you’re a law enforcement officer…. And I broke the law…

Jeff : Yes you did…. And you are correct… I cannot turn a blind eye to that…

Yiling wiped away tears from her eyes as she took in a deep breath.

Yiling : Alright… call it in…. I’m just glad he’s fucking dead…


I watched Yiling get dressed, slipping her hand through the black singlet she pulled out.

Her wrist had an angry red mark from the rope burn earlier. There are countless bruises on her body.


She was just raped by her brother in law.

She leaned against the wardrobe for balance as she slipped on a pair of shorts.


I got up and walked over to the towel that held the razor blade Yiling used.

Retrieving it, I held it with my bare hands as I went to the toilet bowl.


Yiling : What are you doing ?

Jeff : what does it look like I’m doing ?

I wrapped the blade with a few pieces of toilet paper and I flushed it down into the sewerage.

Yiling : What are you doing !


I calmly opened another razor blade from the bathroom and I took it over to Benson.

I ran it through his open wound again, dipping my finger and the blade into his neck before pulling it out.

Yiling : what are you trying to do !!


Jeff : I killed him… in self defence… not you…. Just makes my report a bit lengthier….but… all is good…. This makes things easier….. no one will care about a dead drug dealer….

Yiling stared at me in disbelief.

Yiling : you are out of your mind.. !!


Jeff : No I’m not… go take a shower… wash up before I call it in… I’ll get rid of the body and adjust things around a bit to throw my colleagues off your scent.

Yiling stared at me, not knowing what to say.


Yiling : Jeff…..

Jeff : What ? ….. go and wash up…. Quick….

Yiling : Do you know what you are doing ?? ,….

Jeff : Yes I know…. Come on…. Snap out of it…. It’ll be fine…


I gestured to the bathroom without a word and I grabbed both of Benson’s wrist. I was about to start pulling him away from the spot he died when Yiling shouted at me not to touch him.


YIling ; stop!! STOP!!

Jeff : What ?

Yiling : stop….


She looked at me, swallowed hard before asking if I could bring her her pair of heels she wore that evening.

Jeff : what….

Yiling : it’s … it’s outside… please….


I would have wanted to say no but I thought it would be a good chance to check on the rest of Benson’s men that I had put on the ground.

I went out and retrieved the pair of heels from the spot by the staircase. I could feel myself relaxing a bit as I took my time. Benson is dead, Yiling is still alive. Yvonne and the baby should be receiving some medical attention by now.


This project is practically over.

Before I could walk back in, I heard the door snap shut and the bolt came on.


Jeff : fuck no… hey !! HEY!!!

I started hammering at the door while holding onto YIling’s heels at the same time.

Jeff : open up… open up !!! Yiling !! fuck !...


I checked the heel Yiling was desperately trying to hide that evening.

Turning the heel tip, I pulled out a solid stainless steel blade that will certainly do some damage. It’s tip is sharp and its body had groves etched in. This goes in your stomach, chances are your dinner is going to come back out with it.

I put it back in and continued hammering on the door.

Jeff : Yiling … open up ! don’t do anything stupid….

I could hear her from outside the door.


Yiling : sorry Jeff…. This is me and me alone…. I wanted Benson dead from the start…. I came prepared….

Jeff : Open the door….

Yiling : can I ask you for a favour Jeff ?


Jeff : Yes… yes.. anything… just open the fucking door….

Yiling : don’t tell anyone what you saw…..


Jeff : What ?

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Yiling : I mean it Jeff…. Your life will be in danger if you say anything… pretend you did not see anything…..i’ll handle the rest…

Jeff : hey… hey !!


She stopped replying to me and I started to look for another way into the room.

I suddenly recalled the helpers in the storage room. I wonder if they knew where the spare keys would be kept. It’s quite unlikely though.


I considered getting Benson’s men to talk but they don’t seem very cooperative unless faced with the prospect of more pain and I’m lazy to go down that road.


I felt the phone in my pocket buzz. I moved away from the door and looked at the phone.

It’s a private number, might be a call meant from Ah Leong. I answered it anyway.


Jeff : Hello….

Owen : It’s me… Pillbox called it in…. she did it…..i’m surprise she managed to….her evaluation has never been good…..the previous time she was just lucky…. Not bad I must say….


Jeff : Well… I literally delivered the project wrapped up with a ribbon on top….she just needs to unwrap it ….

Owen : oh….. I see….. I suspected just as much….the team is arriving in a few minutes…. Did you see her do it ?

Jeff : not exactly… I saw her holding the razor with Benson squirting like a fountain though…. And…. She fucking tried to kill me….

Owen : hahaha.. she did…?

Jeff : She said she could not afford any witness….


Owen was chuckling and gasping for breath by then. It took him a while to compose himself before adding that he thinks Yiling likes me.


Owen : i think she likes you….

Jeff : huh ? what the fuck are you talking about ?

I looked towards the door before making my way a few steps further away.


Owen : I asked if there are any witness….. she told me no…. it was just her in the room….

Jeff : oh….

Owen : She knew if there were any witness she would have to be responsible for them….. and I guess she did not want to get you involved….

Jeff : guess she changed her mind about killing me then…


Owen : well…. She requested the team to bring you in… before you can file your so call report to your superiors…..

Jeff : oh… really ?

Owen : Just play along…. End it at the debrief and we can all call it a day…. Probably want to ask you to keep your mouth shut and all…. Haha


Jeff : Whatever… why are you en route to Japan ?

Owen : Long story… got to go… bye…

I could hear the sirens approaching the private estate from where I stood.

Owen had his personal team of enforcement officers complete with the necessary gear and equipment.


As the flashes of blue and red appeared in the house, men armed in tactical gear stormed in, shouting for everyone to get down.

They were professional, they know the drill.

Yiling came out of the room and I raised my hand.

Jeff : I’m one of you….. I’m one of you !!! same side… !!

“ Get the fuck on the ground now !!! “


There was no room for talks. I allowed myself to be pushed to the ground and restrained. Yiling walked out of the room like a boss and she avoided all eye contact with me, heading straight for a agency car that would have been meant for me if this was my show from the start.

I saw one masked officer asking each of the men something as he pulled them off the ground.


Peter answered with a rather audible ‘ Fuck you’ and the next thing he saw was the ceiling of the house as he was literally whipped with a retractable baton.

“What is your policy number ? “


I told the officer my policy number and he gave me a nod before pulling me aside to another vehicle.

Before I got in, I told him there are helpers and nannies hold up in the storeroom by the side of the landscaped garden.


He nodded before saying something to the driver.

Minutes later, the vehicle started moving.

The journey took about 30 minutes before the engine of the vehicle was shut off.

When the door opened, I saw Billy waiting for me.

I recognised the loading and unloading area of this place. It was a debriefing building set in the middle of an industrial estate in Tagore lane. Billy cut me loose and I jumped off the back of the truck.


Jeff : Is the baby ok ?

Billy : He’s fine….mother is fine too…. She has fucking nice boobs….

Jeff : Tell me about it…

Billy : really ? you didn’t see ? ….they were fucking dripping milk the whole time…. I’ve never felt so thirsty before…

I gave him a disgusted look and told him it was a figure of speech.


Jeff : No need to go into details…

Billy : I’m serious… have you seen that pair ..!! …

Billy had to gesture to his own breast as he tried to describe Yvonne’s breast.



Jeff : Ok… ok.. enough… I’ve had enough breast for a day…

Billy laughed and told me my day is not over yet.


Jeff : Why not ?

Billy : well…. Shit happens when you least expect it….

Jeff : what do you mean ?


Billy told me Yiling will be coming into the debriefing room in a bit to have a word with me.

Jeff : Yeah … let me know when she’s here… I need a shower…. I smell like shit…

Billy : well… Owen told me she tried to kill you… hahaha


Jeff : she did….. all I can say is she takes her work quite seriously.

Billy ; I think Owen is secretly impressed….

Jeff : You think so ?


He pulled a phone out of his pocket that came attached headphones.
Billy told me that he has a segment of conversation that Owen wanted me to hear.

Billy : Listen to this…. Hahah….

Billy handed me a ear piece and replayed the conversation YIling had with Owen.


Yiling : He’s professional…. And….he’s quite nice to work with…

Owen : ok… noted… does he know Owen is dead ?

YIling : I…… I don’t think so… he did not come into the room..

Owen : are you sure ?

Yiling : yes… he did not come into the room…


That tremble in her voice. My god, I bet anyone can tell she is lying just by listening to her.

Owen ; Doing the work we do…. We can’t afford loose ends… you should know that….

I could almost hear Owen laughing on the other end of the line. That bastard. He’s fucking with her on purpose.

Yiling : he doesn’t know anything Boss… he’s outside all the while…. And the clean up team took him…


Owen : ok fine….

I could hear some crackling on the line and I could not make out if it was the reception or Owen trying to stifle his laugh.


Yiling : Any….. Anything else Boss ? …

Owen : I’m just concern Jeff might be a liability……

I looked up at Billy and ask if there is a need to do this. I hit the pause button and added ;

Jeff : Eh… this is fuck up… is there a need for this ??

Billy : Oh ?

Jeff : What the fuck is Owen thinking… she just got raped….and she just killed her brother in law… is there a need to fuck with her like this ?

Billy laughed but said nothing.

Billy : finish listening to the recording… haha…


I hit the play button again as I got to the end of the corridor.

Owen : i got an incoming call…. Speak later…

Yiling : Boss… boss !

I looked up at billy and told him it’s over even though the file is still running.



Jeff : What the fuck… no head no tail….

Billy hit the pause button to bring me up to speed.



Billy : That incoming call….. is me…. I called Owen … because I found out something from Yvonne.

Jeff : Yvonne ? ….

Billy : yeah…. Milk maid…. Keep it playing, the other part is coming up…

Billy went on to say that Yvonne is not aware that her husband is dead.

Billy : Owen wanted to keep it from her… but she said something… that she needed to get back…. Back to the house…. Despite what her husband did to her… and her child…

Jeff : why is that ?


Billy : Benson is scheduled to meet this mysterious client ….

Jeff : what ?

Billy : Yvonne is adamant that she return and meet the client together with her husband…

Jeff : did you manage to find out why ?

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Billy nodded his head as he looked up and down the empty corridor.

Billy : She was unwilling to say it initially but apparently …. She is the one that help set it up….

Jeff : she ? I thought she did not touch the drugs and shit….


Billy shook his head.



Billy : that’s the thing…. The client is not interested in drugs…. He’s interested in the way they bring it in…. and apparently… he has the money …. And…. He’s willing to pay…

Billy told me that the client’s rep first approached Yvonne at a charity event and they kept in contact for almost half a year. Says he’s interested in the logistics aspect of their business but some how he left Yvonne in no doubt what he was referring to.

They had correspondence for almost half a year, dealing with small imports of goods from liquor to tobacco. It’s nothing to shout about, just avoiding taxes.


Yvonne revealed that they are aware these were just a test for something else.

Something bigger, more valuable.


Billy : After having a few successful runs…. they are suggesting the 1st meet….. Yvonne would be getting 250k for setting it up….. I reckon she wants the money so she can get away from Benson….

I nodded as I took it all in.

Billy : yes… now… the thing is, Only the Client’s rep has met Yvonne before…..and everyone is aware she is a beauty queen…. She did win a pageant…


I paused and looked at him, I had this feeling in my head I know where this is heading.

Billy : Owen … wants to know who this guy is… and if possible…

Billy click his tongue with a gesture of his thumb across the side of his neck.


Jeff : Please tell me this is not going where I think this is going.


Billy : unfortunately… it is….

He gestured for his phone and hit the play button again.

I looked at the time it was recorded.

It was barely 20 minutes ago.



Yiling : Boss…. Why ? …. I thought it’s over ?

Owen : there’s a bit of a situation….. Benson and your sister is due to meet an important client tomorrow night…..

Yiling : what ?

Owen : 6 months ago the client’s rep met Yvonne at a charity event…. They have been working together since then….


Yiling : and ?

Owen : I don’t think your sister is in the state to do this…. So I need you to become your sister….

Yiling : what ? …

Owen : Debrief Jeff later when you meet him….and tell him you need a favour from him…

YIling : but…


Owen : Jeff will play the role of Benson… your husband…. And you will both meet the client together…

Yiling : this… this is…a bit … to rush no ?

Owen : We just want to establish the identity of this individual…. Once it’s established… I’ll take care of the rest…. We’re getting more information from your sister as we speak….

Yiling : but… but.. what if Jeff refuses….


Owen ; Then you get rid of him…. We’ll think of another way….

YIling : get rid of him as in ?? you want me to get rid of him ?? !!! wait… Boss.. so if he does this….it’s considered settled ?

I swore I heard Owen try to mask a chuckle with a cough as he spoke in the best serious tone he could muster up.



Owen : why are you so hung up about him ??

Yiling: No… i…. I mean… he’s a police officer… we are on the same side no ?

Owen : We will not be on the same side if we get caught red handed…. Talk to him…. I don’t care what you do…. He will play the role of Benson tomorrow…. The clean up crew is working round the clock to get the house in order….. Briefing tomorrow at 2pm…. You have until then to talk to Jeff…



The conversation ended and I handed the earpiece back to Billy.

Jeff : There is not enough time to plan this through…. This won’t work….

Billy told me that he briefly talked about this to Owen as well.

Benson may not be a pageant winner, but as a businessman, he has photos of him in public as well. Although he shuns the limelight, there are still some images floating around. There’s no way I will be able to pull myself off as Benson.


Jeff : Exactly…. Yiling might be able to pass off as Yvonne…. But not for me…

Billy : I will be pouring through their computers and servers tonight….. any information about their dealings the past 6 months will be given to you by tomorrow morning….

Jeff : Are you even listening ?

Billy : I am…. Owen already has that planned out….. about you being Benson….

Jeff : How….


Billy : It’s a gutsy move…. But he says if anyone can pull it off, it’s going to be you….

Jeff : did he pass you another bottle of whisky ?

Billy : sadly no…. hahha


Billy told me that it would be up to me to put on a good show that I am Benson, and that the one that has been appearing in public all this while, is actually a stand in.

A stand in that has now out lived he’s usefulness.

If needed, his corpse will come in handy.


Billy : As long as Yiling plays her part well…. I don’t think this will be much of a problem… all we need is to see who this mysterious client is…. Who can say you are not Benson when the wife says you are….? Yeah ? …. Wedding photos…wedding rings…. You are husband and wife…. Tio bo ?

Billy’s phone buzzed and he told me Yiling will be at the facility in 30 minutes.

Jeff : This could be dangerous…. Find out more about their dealings…

Billy : Will do…. Yiling will be in room 5….



I gave Billy a thumbs up and I grabbed myself some drinks and food before heading to room 5. I hung around the control area until I saw from the camera that Yiling is entering the facility.

I went into the interview room and sat down, sipping my bottle of drink.

I saw the wrist cuffs on the table and I almost forgot.
I quickly secured my wrist to the table and adjusted myself properly, putting on an image of a bored guy having his drink.


I wonder how would Yiling try to convince me to play the role of Benson.

I tried to stifle a smile as I thought about something silly like her trying to seduce me.

Maybe come in a short dress , high heels.

Maybe she will whine and beg ?

Perhaps threatened me into submission ?


Regardless of what she do, it’s going to be worth a laugh or 2 if I can hold it in.

I heard the rattle of the door knob and the door swung open.

There she was.

She looked freshly showered and washed up. Her hair is still a little damp. Yiling had light makeup on and she was wearing a dress alright. A pale yellow sun dress with the hem ending above her knees.


She had on a different pair of heels, cream white with speckles of gold near the tip.

I drained the last of my bottled drink to get ready for her sales pitch.

Before I could swallow it, Yiling rattled of what I presumed must be a pitch she practised at least a dozen times before she walked into the room.

Yiling : Jeff…… Will you be my husband ?


I choked on the drink, splashed it all over the table as I stared at Yiling in disbelief.

Jeff : blurosooooooshhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! What …………….the…………… fuck ?

She dragged the chair over to my side as I stared at her wide eyed in shock.

Yiling : I’m about to tell you something that is going to sound absolutely crazy to you Jeff ….


She waited for my reply and I gave her the first reply that came to my mind with drools of my drink still hanging off my lips.

Jeff : I thought you already did.


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