The truth

"so what happened next, how did my daughter get hurt?

He asked her, she looked down, scared she might just end up saying the wrong thing.

Sonia had thought that she wouldn't have to say her part of the business, but she was sure there was no way she could avoid that part now.

So she continued her story.

"The rapist your daughter contracted wanted your daughter just before her wedding, he wanted to sleep with her, but your daughter planned ahead of him with another group to hurt him, they injured him and he lost an eye so he is out for revenge, he was the one that hurt your daughter"

Sonia said, she couldn't involve herself else the man was going to finish her infront of her very own eye, she just wanted to paint the story to suit her current situation, but little did she know that no matter how she painted the case she was already doomed.

He had a name, he had a description that was all he needed, he could also swear he had seen someone like that during the wedding, but he hadn't paid much attention to him, but now that he had the full story, he didn't need Sonia, he was as wicked as his daughter, he didn't like to leave any trace, no matter how innocent Sonia was in the case at hand he couldn't keep her alive, she knew about his daughter's involvement in a rape case, that couldn't get out, it could kill the image he had managed to build all his life, he knew how much effort he put in his every day work to get to the level he was at the moment, there was no way he could allow it.

Sonia was expecting to be released and asked to go home, but what she saw next shocked her.

Before then, she still decided to try her luck

"So can I go home now?

She asked in a very decent and calm voice, hoping she would atleast be pitied.

He made a kill sign, to one of the guards before leaving and without turning back, before Sonia knew what was about to happen, before she even got a reply from anyone, the guard came close to her and strangled her, she couldn't hold his hands because even her own hands were tied, she also couldn't hit his legs because her legs were also tied, she looked at the retreating figure of the most wicked man she had ever seen, he was as wicked as his daughter and one would think he was calm, no wonder he groomed the worst kind of species, his son and daughter were crazy children.

She wished she could talk, but she couldn't, the hands on her throat was killing her softly, she wondered how she ended here, her life would have been a lot better if she never got involved with Tracy, as the life leave her gradually and she could no longer struggle, she remembered her family, her brother's, how would they ever see her, how would they know what actually happened to her, how would they know the story behind her death.

She wish she could just cry, but was there really a need for tears when death is already too close to her, she could not leave?

She would have been very much alive if she had just allowed her brother stay happy with the woman he loves, why she wanted Tracy was still not clear, maybe she just wanted her mother to be happy and get the societal attention that she needed, but now she was going.

Her struggle to stay alive slowed down, he wasn't giving her a quick death, he was strangling her to death, a bullet in her chest may have done the trick, and a lot faster too, but he chose to strangle her, her tongue came out as she started to feel her doom, her end was near, her eyes began to fail, they turned red with each passing seconds the last person she saw was the face of the man whose hands was on her throat killing her, There were things she would have loved to do, but she just could not do those things, but her only wish was that she could be forgiven

Truely all she needed at the time is forgiveness, she wished she made amends with Amanda before now but she wished more that someone could get the truth across to Amanda, it's just that with her dead, she could swear that Steven would face his room soon.

Her mother too may have to face her doom also if she too doesn't change.

Tracy will definitely have her doom, none of them will survive, though she had faced her own doom now, it was obvious that she would die from the strange, she cannot change, but she wants others to change, she gently prayed, but just like before, the thought came to her.

God may never forgive her.

What woman in her right sense, will watch as another man takes advantage of her brother's wife?

What human would stay quiet as she watch her brother's home, which he had tried to build for years just crumble?

She is despicable, she is wicked, she is inhumane, but all she needed was someone to tell her she has been forgiven, instead, all she could see was a string hand in her, draining the life out of her.

Her eyes that had been open started to change colour, the guard holding her could see it, he smiled that it was about to be done.

She could no longer feel her throat as it felt like her oesophagus have been cut off.

She closed her eyes as she couldn't feel them anymore.

Without thinking twice, and with one swift move, her murderer twisted her neck to the side and it dropped, her head fell, she wasn't moving, she wasn't hearing anything, no sound was heard, no tear dropped.

She was dead.

She met her doom