Murderville 2: The Epidemic (6 page)

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Po paced his hotel room and waited for the knock at the door. He asked Rocko to fly out to him. It had only been twelve hours since he had dropped off Liberty, and she was the only thing that was on his mind. A knock on the door alerted Po. He grabbed his pistol from the dresser, then made his way over to the door and looked through the peephole. When he saw that it was Rocko he lowered his gun and unlocked the door.

“Rocko,” he said in relief as he looked at his right-hand man who stood there.

“I can’t believe you are going to do this,” Rocko said as he stepped inside and shook his head in disbelief.

“I have to do something. This shit is going to eat at me, bro,” Po said as he closed the door behind Rocko. “There’s something about that girl, man. It’s like I see Scarlett in her. I’m telling you. Shit seems crazy, but she reminds me of her. You with me or what?” Po said as he peeked out the window with the gun in his palm.

“I’m here, ain’t I? I might not agree with the play you about to put down, but I’m with you 100 percent. Believe that,” Rocko responded as he picked up Po’s extra gun and cocked it back, putting a bullet in the chamber.

“Say no more,” Po said as he thought long and hard about what he was going to do.

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Samad had given Liberty oral sex for three hours straight while she still was bound, but there was nothing gentle
about his touch. He sucked and nibbled and licked on her roughly. Eating her womanhood for so long made her raw. He was absolutely obsessed with her.

The stench of urine and blood filled the air. Samad was sweating at the point of exhaustion as he pleased himself, all while he was torturing Liberty. By now, she could sob no more. She had cried her eyes out and was basically numb to the torment. She stared blankly into space as Samad rose and maneuvered himself into a missionary position over Liberty. He entered her vaginal cave and slowly stroked her as he kissed her forehead passionately. He began to have sex with her, and as he looked down at Liberty it was as if she wasn’t even there. Samad began to pound away as he threw his head back in pleasure. Liberty didn’t even blink as her mind drifted to her lost love . . . A’shai. She got lost in his gaze as she pictured his face staring into hers. Once upon a time he would have bust down the door to save her from the torture she was enduring, but he was no longer around to protect her. Still the thought of him brought her mental relief.

Samad felt a climax approaching as he began to pump feverishly and aggressively. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto Liberty’s naked body as a glob of semen shot inside of her. Samad smiled and looked down at her. He saw a single tear slide down her cheek, but the blank stare she wore never left her face. He chuckled, and then spit into her face, degrading her as if she were nothing. He slid out of her and stood up.

“After I shower, the next phase will begin,” he said as he
looked at her with disgust before walking to the attached bathroom.

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Po and Rocko sat in the front of the van wearing workers’ clothes and doctors’ masks. They looked like two lawn workers, but they weren’t there to chop any grass. Po looked in the back of the van at the two Mexicans tied up, sitting back to back. Rocko had duct taped their mouths, hands, and feet so that Po’s plan would go smoothly. Impersonating the help was the best idea Po could come up with to sneak into Samad’s residence. Remembering the crazed look in Samad’s eyes, Po knew that he had to move swiftly if he wanted to keep Liberty out of harm’s way. Usually, he would never jump into someone’s business while putting his own life on the line, but there was something special about Liberty. He just had not been able to put his finger on what it was exactly.

Po kept his head low as he tried to avoid eye contact with the two guards standing at the gate. He threw up his hand, and the guard granted him access as he talked to the other guard. Little did the guards know, they had just let two goons into Samad’s home. Po slowly pulled into the gate and couldn’t believe that his plan had worked. He drove up to the front entrance and looked over at Rocko. Rocko’s eyes held no fear. In fact, Rocko had a small grin on his face as he cocked his gun back. Po shook his head at his man. He knew that Rocko lived for days like this. Rocko loved to live life on the edge, and this was right up his alley . . . that gangster shit.

Liquid splashing in Liberty’s face woke her from her troubled sleep. She was still tied up from the day before, and she squirmed trying to turn her face away from Samad urinating on her again.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” Samad said as he finished relieving himself on Liberty. He had been getting pure enjoyment from torturing her, and he planned on a full day of doing the same thing. He even let most of his security take the day off so the screams wouldn’t be heard by them. He wanted complete privacy for his torture session with Liberty. He was determined to make the day a gruesome one for her. One that she would remember the next time she thought about running away from him.

Liberty breathed heavily as the urine dripped into her eyes and nose. The vomit that erupted from her was trapped between the gag in her mouth and the back of her throat, causing her to choke violently. Samad laughed as he dropped his robe and climbed onto the bed. He was going insane, and Liberty would suffer severely from his madness. At that point, Liberty just wanted to die. She thought about reuniting with A’shai in the afterlife, which brought her a small measure of comfort. Tears streamed down her face as she closed her eyes and thought about her lost love. She knew that if A’shai were alive, Samad wouldn’t have touched her. She felt so lonely without her protector and best friend. Even in death, he was the love of her life.

“I am going to fuck you like a whore is supposed to be fucked,” Samad said as he began to stroke his penis. He forcefully spread her butt cheeks and spit in her anus.
Liberty cringed at his touch and closed her eyes. She began to pray. She didn’t even want help at this point: Liberty was praying for a speedy death. She didn’t want to endure what Samad had in store for her. She knew he wanted to cause her as much pain as he could. Liberty began to break down and cry, knowing that she was helpless.

Po and Rocko easily slipped through the back patio and entered the luxurious home. Both gripped their pistols in their hands, ready to shoot whatever got in their way.

“Damn. This shit laid the fuck out,” Rocko said as he crept in and looked around alongside Po. Samad’s mansion had marble floors and tall pillars. He was swimming in money, and Rocko instantly knew they were dealing with a major player of some sort. He had never seen anything so extravagant. Little did they know, they were trespassing into the home of the most successful kingpin on the West Coast.

“Shh,” Po said as he put his index finger to his lip. “Do you hear that?” he asked as he looked up the large staircase, which was made of porcelain. He heard muffled screams. Po quickly headed toward the stairs, and Rocko followed closely. They slowly crept up. The screams got louder the closer they got to the door. Po stood outside the door, and his heart pounded, not knowing what was waiting on the opposite side of the door. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. He carefully cracked the door open and witnessed Samad sodomizing a defenseless Liberty. He entered the room and crept up behind Samad who was pounding away. The sight broke
his heart. Po was as tough as they came, but the sight of rape disgusted him.

Followed closely by Rocko, Po gently pressed the barrel of his gun to the back of Samad’s head. Samad jumped up, and Rocko followed up with a strike across his face, knocking him off the bed. Rocko stood over him and pointed the gun at his head. Po called the shots and like a trained pit bull, Rocko barked. It was second nature to him to be a goon.

“You sick fuck!” Po yelled as he began to untie Liberty. The horrendous stench of urine invaded his nostrils, and he frowned as he looked at Liberty’s battered body. She resembled a slave on a plantation with all the whip marks across her back and legs.

“Do you know who the fuck I am?” Samad screamed as he looked down the barrel of Rocko’s gun.

Po released Liberty of all the ties, and she quickly pulled the handkerchief from her mouth. She stood up, but collapsed, not having any strength in her legs to hold up her weight. Po caught her before she hit the ground and whispered in her ear. “Everything is going to be okay,” he said as he slowly helped her to her feet.

“This is no business of yours!” Samad yelled out as hatred burned inside of him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Po screamed as rage filled his body. He sat Liberty on the bed and rushed over to Samad who was attempting to stand up, striking him across the temple with the butt of his gun. The blow was so powerful it sent Samad flying to the floor again. His back hit the marble so hard that it knocked the wind out of him. Blood leaked
from Samad’s mouth as he writhed, weakly turning onto his side.

“Please, look. Let’s make a deal. I can change your life. What’s the cost to let me go?” Samad said.

Po and Rocko weren’t playing. Samad recognized the look in their eyes and knew it oh too well. They had come to kill.

“You think you can buy your way out of this? Huh? Look at her. Look what you did to her,” Po said as he glanced over at Liberty’s battered body. He quickly walked to Samad’s closet and grabbed a robe. He then covered Liberty and whispered in her ear. “Turn your head, okay?” he said. She nodded her head in agreement as she sniffled and covered herself with the robe.

“You can’t buy your way out of this one, homeboy. You are a piece of shit. Do you know that?” Po said as he looked down at Samad. “Men like you make me sick. How could you hurt a woman like that, huh? You can’t be a man if you can bring yourself to do something like this,” Po said as he slowly began to pace the floor. Scarlett filled his thoughts as he pictured how she had been bound and beaten severely before her murder.

“What we do to niggas like this, Rocko?” Po asked as he grinned and looked at his right-hand man.

“First, I’ma shoot this nasty mu’fucka’s dick off, and then stuff it down his throat,” Rocko said as he kept his gun pointed at Samad.

“You a crazy mu’fucka, Rock, you know that?” Po said as he chuckled at his right hand.

“Look, I have a million dollars’ worth of pure unstepped on cocaine in my safe. It’s all yours if you let me go. It’s behind the picture on the wall,” Samad nodded desperately toward the original Picasso in the room. “You seem like a businessman. Let’s make a deal. I know you are not going to let this filthy bitch come between you and money, right?” Samad pleaded as he unleashed a nervous laugh.

“Oh yeah?” Po asked said as his eyes lit up.

“That’s right. You can have it all,” Samad said as he sweated profusely.

“That’s a nice deal. But I got an even better one for you,” Po said as he put his gun in his waist and began to rub his hands together.

Samad smiled and it seemed as if a ton of bricks were just lifted from his shoulders. “I knew you were a smart man,” he said as he slowly sat up and wiped the blood from his mouth. “What’s the deal?” he asked.

“You’re going to give me the combo to the safe, and I am going to skip the torture and let Rocko put you to sleep with two shots to the head,” Po said as he nodded to Rock. Rocko then pointed the gun toward Samad’s exposed penis.

“Now, what is the safe combo? If you lie or take too long to answer, my man’s going to shoot off your dick, playboy,” Po stated.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Think about this. I have guards outside. If they hear any gunshots, they are going to come up here guns blazing. I have twenty men on staff. So think about it. Your two guns up against my twenty. That’s not good odds,” Samad was quick to point out.

“Well, I want to introduce you to my friend. His name is ‘Silencer,’” Po said as he dug into his gardener jumpsuit and pulled out a screw-on silencer. He then tossed it to Rocko who twisted it on the tip of his gun, then immediately pointed the gun back at Samad’s crotch.

“What’s the combo?” Po asked calmly as he walked up to Samad and looked down at him. Samad hesitated and didn’t say a word as he and Po locked eyes. That’s when Po looked at Rocko and gave him a nod and almost immediately Rocko blew Samad’s dick off. Samad squealed in pain as he saw his bloody crotch and a piece of his penis blown off. He squirmed like a fish as he began to shake feverishly.

Po looked over at Liberty, and she looked at him. “Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded her head yes and looked at Samad squirm in complete agony.

“I want to watch,” she said as she turned her body toward Samad.

“Looks like you got a gangster on your hands,” Rocko said as he smiled at Po, and then looked at Liberty. Po returned the smile before focusing his attention back on Samad.

“Now, I’m going to ask you again. Next shot is going to blow your balls clean off,” Po promised as he watched Samad cry like a baby.

“Agh. Oh, Allah!” Samad said as he panted heavily. “Eight, fourteen, twenty-six. That’s the combo,” he cried as he applied pressure to his crotch trying to stop the profuse bleeding.

Po went over to the painting and took it off the wall.
Just like Samad said, there was a huge hidden safe behind the painting. Po put the combo in, and it opened, exposing plastic-wrapped bricks of cocaine. Each one of the bricks had a stamp on it that read “epidemic.” His face lit up like a kid’s in the candy store. He looked at Rocko and smiled. Rocko then pointed his gun at Samad’s head and prepared to pull the trigger, rocking him to sleep forever.

“Hold up!” Po yelled as he walked over to Liberty. He looked at Rocko and signaled for him to toss him the gun. Po then handed it to Liberty. “You want to do the honors?” he asked her.

Liberty hesitantly took the gun and stood up. With a shaky hand, she walked over to Samad and looked down at him with hateful eyes. He began to slip out of consciousness because of the blood loss. Po slipped behind Liberty and helped her point the gun and steady her aim.

“Now, you want to hold it with two hands and get a firm grip. Close your eyes or you will never forget the look in his eyes after this is done and over. That look stays with you forever. Believe me,” he instructed.