5th June 2013
Wednesday
9.30am
I spent a day digesting the information at home after that evening.
Benson seldom leaves his home and if he does, he is surrounded by his band of merry making men all of whom had served time with him before. A group of 12 men rotates between 2 shifts, accompanying him everywhere he goes.
They’re not professionals, more of thugs and assistants who does everything Benson asks of them.
Benson did time before for white collar crimes. Nothing major, just a year or so but with his friendly disposition, he made a lot of friends while in jail.
Now these friends, knowing that Benson could launder money easily for them, all hooked up with him after release. Benson went back to his old ways but it was always something small. Nothing that attract too much attention.
As his reputation grew, he was approached by a former inmate that wanted him to launder the proceeds of his drug business.
Benson refused but he was afraid of offending him. Initial reluctance was met with threats on his family. So he did what a good citizen would do.
Benson actually went to the authorities and came clean expecting help to come his way, but that was not the case.
Fate has a funny way of playing people.
Instead of removing Benson from the picture and going after the dealer, the authorities convinced Benson to go along with the deal.
Yes. They wanted him to take the deal because it would enable them to uncover something bigger.
How do you control a trade that will surely find it’s way into your island no matter what you do ?
You can go around arresting the small players and run around in circles most of the time or you can control the big player. Cast your net wider and look further.
Before you know it, Benson’s little empire began to grow.
It grew on the basis of him taking out other dealers and competitors with the help of enforcement agencies.
By edging out the competition, it only took Benson 2 years to become the biggest dealer in the country. In a place with strict drug laws, you wonder how something like this is possible.
It’s all about balance. Smoke and mirrors. Which would you rather have ?
A drug trade where you are constantly playing cat and mouse, or one where you know the biggest mouse works for you ?
Benson regularly fed the authorities information, giving them the heads up they need. No one can hope to set up shop in the country without first going through Benson. The theory is simple. With a vast network of runners and no lack of addicts, Benson made sure there are arrests every week.
Along with the arrest comes the information. You take out those who matter while trying to keep the numbers in checkl.
He has numbers that would be near impossible for agencies to gather. Which district in the country drugs moved the fastest ?
Which schools and institutions has growing number of addicts ?
Who are the wannabe dealers coming up ?
Every couple of week there would be a bust. Every couple of days someone would be caught bringing shit in via the land checkpoints. These are on top of the cases the authorities work on.
Not only did Benson feed information, the inventory and distribution of the drugs he brought in are carefully controlled. He was required to give a detail account of shipment and inventory to a middle man.
The middle man in return, would report back to the powers to be. Thus, an unlikely alliance of sort is formed. There’s no way to keep in check every single joker who wants to bring shit in and try to start a business, but if you can keep a lid on the 90%, you will still do a deal with a devil as long as you can keep your distance.
Profits are carefully documented and used to fund shadow companies such as ours.
Not much details are given in this portion.
With multiple legitimate companies on top of his discreet business, Benson is more than comfortable when it comes to money. We know that Benson is making more than what he declares on paper when it comes to the drug trade but the authorities chose to close an eye because Benson play by the rules.
He’s obedient, initially that is.
However the paper pushers that worked the deal with Benson failed to see they are feeding a monster. One with it’s body submerged beneath water.
They failed to see how big it has grown and how dangerous he has become.
They finally woke up when Benson’s cooperation seemed a bit lacklustre of late before he stopped.
Now the people that made the deal are shitting in their pants because they are worried what will happen if Benson decides to blow this whole thing wide open.
He surely would have documented correspondence and collected evidence over the years.
This situation eventually worked it’s way up the hierarchy and gets passed to Owen to take care of.
Benson’s wife has knowledge of his dealings but chooses to not partake in them. On the surface they are the model power couple but cracks in their relationships start to appear after Benson started to get richer.
Yvonne had her own flings as well. Benson chose to close an eye to them even though he is aware of it. It seemed it’s fine with him as long as Yvonne keeps her indiscretion private and not bring it home, afterall, he himself is fucking around.
However, he did not expect Yvonne to throw a fit when he was careless with a upcoming starlet and got caught redhanded.
Things went downhill from then on between them.
Opening Yiling’s folder, I read through her personal information.
She was born 2 minutes after Yvonne.
They are identical twins, not exactly a carbon copy but you can tell they are sisters. There are slight differences in their facial features but they are equally hot and pretty.
Yiling was recruited when she was in school by Owen. It was pure coincidence that her sister ended up with Benson.
Yiling went through a condensed version of the training I went through lasting only 5 months. She’s not meant to do the heavy hitting work all the time.
She is currently working in a logistics company as arranged by Owen. No details on what she does is provided. I looked at the other document Owen provided, it contained details about Yiling that I’m supposed to know base on the cover.
I did a final run through and made sure I remember it all.
Looking at the time, I got up and head to the shower.
I was to meet up with Yiling before heading over to her sister’s place later that evening for dinner.
The initial meetup is critical for us to get to know each other a little.
11.30am
I arrived at Bukit Timah plaza dressed a polo shirt with the bottom tucked into my pants.
Carrying a laptop bag and a pair of purely decorative glasses, I looked every part the prim and proper boyfriend without looking like a geek.
I stood near the entrance and waited for Yiling to arrive. Billy by now would be in position 3 units down from Benson’s place. Owen has rented an empty unit for the past 3 months to facilitate the 1st attempt preparation.
Owen wanted a copy of the files and information Benson had before the authorities get their hands on them. There are multiple cameras on the grounds as well.
We will need Billy’s help to sterilise the video tapes on site as well. Should the situation allow us to evacuate Yvonne and her son, Billy has a van ready with a trolley at the back.
We were due to meet at 12pm and I pretended to play with my phone while walking around as I checked out the shops in the old shopping mall.
I caught sight of Yiling looking down at me from the 3rd floor as I pretended to check out the directory. I carried on the act of wandering around as I kept checking my phone and peering towards the entrance.
It seems she is not willing to show herself until the appointed time.
12pm
I saw from the reflection of a mirror from the salon I was passing by that Yiling is approaching me from behind.
I felt the tap on my shoulder and I turned around.
Yiling : Hi…. Are you Jeff ?
Yiling brushed her fringe behind her ears together with a good bunch of her shoulder length hair. I could smell the fragrance of her body lotion as she extended her hand.
Jeff : Hi… hi…. Ermm… nice to meet you…. Nice to meet you…. Yiling…
She smiled and suggested we grab a drink at a café.
Jeff : Sure… sure…
Yiling : So…. you’re an … officer… ? from the narcotics bureau ??..
Jeff : Yeah…yeah… I am… I’m a data analyst….. I’ve been following this case since the beginning….
I could see YIling checking me out as I carried on talking. Owen had reassured her that the partner he is sending her is just a simple paper pusher who has not done any field work at all.
As much as possible, she is to take the lead behind the scenes and assist me to get the information I supposedly required. However, her priority is still to get Benson.
I thanked her for agreeing to serve as an intermediary to introduce me to the family.
Jeff : Thank you for agreeing to do this….
Yiling : It’s ok…. I’m just concerned about my sister….
She immediately asked if I had done something like this before.
Jeff : oh no .. no… this is my first time… so…. I’m a little nervous actually… haha..haha…
Yiling : You’re kidding right…
Jeff : No I’m not… but don’t worry… we’re just purely gathering information…just relax…. I will do all the work…i’ll keep an eye out for your safety as well.
Yiling : right…..hmmm… thank you…
We ordered our drink at the café and I could see Yiling have a lot of reservations about doing this with me. She asked me if I could remember the story of how we met.
Jeff : Yes… yes…. We met while we were in school….. when we were in the final year… we did the project together… and we got closer because of that… after graduation… we worked in the same company and we got together after 3 months…. Our anniversary date is….
I rattled off the information and I could see Yiling taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
Yiling : Jeff… jeff.. ok… stop…
Jeff : why ?
Yiling : I .. ermm.. I think you are a little bit nervous…
Jeff : Yes…. Yes I am…. i… I’ve never played the boyfriend role before…and…sorry… I’m having my verbal diarrhoea already… hahah….
Yiling : It’s ok….just act normally as friends will do..
Yiling looked out of the café for a brief moment before asking me what is my task for getting access to the family.
Jeff : i.. ermmm..
YIling : It’s ok… we’re in this together… you can tell me… I want to get my sister out and away from my brother in law ….
Jeff : I’m suppose to access the computer terminals….and collect all the relevant information I can get… photos too if possible…. That’s all I can tell you… the rest you won’t know one… I cannot say also… it’s errr…. Classified…haha…
Yiling nodded as she thought about what I just told her.
YIling : Well… I can say for sure our access in the house will be closely monitored… I don’t think we can get to explore as if we own the place… but still… I’ll do my best to help you… I know my way around….
Jeff : yes… yes… thank you… don’t worry… once we get all the information we need, we can definitely put your brother in law away for a long time….
I took a sip of the hot coffee that was just served to us and I burned my lips on purpose and almost spilled the hot coffee on the table.
Jeff : ouch.. ouch… sorry… sorry… haha…
I looked at Yiling who was trying hard to give me a forced smile. She must be screaming ‘idiot’ in her head by then.
We finished up our drink and got up from the café.
As we stepped out, Yiling adjusted the strap on her purse and her soft hands took mine.
I felt her fingers interlink with mine and I bit my lips, avoiding her eyes as I tried to act naturally.
Yiling : Jeff..
Jeff : err… yes ?
Yiling : Look at me…
I turned to look at YIling. Her eyes is naturally big and round. She has a bit of baby fats on her cheeks and she looks cute despite her age. I would date her for sure given a different set of circumstances, then again, I have a no dating colleague rule that I intend to abide.
Especially knowing what my fellow colleagues are capable of.
Yiling is 32, a few years older than me but you could never tell from her looks.
The white blouse she was wearing is a little translucent and I could see clearly the white spaghetti top beneath. Her light pink bra straps are visible.
Her breast is not big, a nice and round B would be my best estimate. They push tight against her bra, and I could see a hint of a lacy print on the think material of her spag top.
The hip hugging jeans left nothing much to imagination as to how perky her bottom and how shapely her legs are. A pair of grey heels completed her look.
Yiling, like her sister can be described as a fine specimen of the female species at this age range.
Yiling : We’re a couple right…
Jeff : yes.. yes… right…
Yiling : just be natural…
Jeff : I know… I’m trying….
Yiling : hahah… why ?… is it that hard ? …. I’m not pretty enough ??
Jeff : no.. no… you’re… you’re pretty… that…that’s why it’s so difficult… you’re too pretty…
YIling laughed as she let go of my hand and linked arms with me.
Yiling : Thank you… no one has told me I’m pretty in a long time…
Jeff : Impossible… you’re.. you’re so hot… haha.. ahha … do you… do you have a boyfriend ? …
Yiling : yes…. You…
Jeff : oh… oh… hahaha… that’s nice.. haha..
A playful slap arrived on my arm as we went back into the shopping mall.
Yiling: come to think of it… it’s good that you are nervous….
Jeff : Why do you say that ?
Yiling : You’ve read the files about Benson right… what he do… the people he mixes with…
Jeff : Yeah of course…
Yiling : It’s natural to be nervous…. If you are too calm… he might suspect something instead…
Jeff : Really ? … haha… ok… ok… that’s good… that’s good…
I spend the next 2 hours with Yiling to go through our ice breaking session. I could detect her total lack of confidence in me to do my job, that meant that my disguise is holding up well.
Yiling’s body is sculpted, her legs and arms are tone. Her movements are graceful and she has a sweet smile permanently etched on her face. Her eyes though, betrayed her thoughts easily. She has a lot in her mind.
She’s tense and edgy. She reacts to every loud noise from the slam of a door to the scream of a toddler. Her eyes never stopped darting around.
She’s checking out everyone that comes near us a little too obviously.
I grabbed a bottle of wine from a shop before we hopped onto the cab to head over to Benson’s place.
Located in the heart of Bukit Timah, Benson’s place is a large bungalow with it’s own driveway leading up to the house itself.
The cab is not allowed to enter the driveway and we alighted at the main gate.
There is a guardhouse of sort by the entrance and a heavily tattoed man with the 1st 2 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned came out with a cigarette on his lips.
He took a look at YIling and gestured to me.
Yiling : He’s my boyfriend…. I already told sis I’m coming here for dinner… open the fucking door…
She is indeed as short tempered as the file says she is. Yiling made no attempt to hide her disgust for walking into that place.
The man smirked and took his time releasing the magnetic catch of a side gate for us.
We stepped into the compound of the house and I could see the nicely manicured lawn and landscaping. Hidden amongst the shrubs and bushes were black poles between 1.2M – 1.7m in height. Cameras were mounted on them. I could see they covered multiple angles, overlapping each other’s field of view.
Attempts were made to blend them in together with the landscaping.
A large water feature greeted up as we walked up the gentle slope towards the house. The gentle fall of water onto a shallow pebbled floor gave the entrance a peaceful feel.
Jeff: You ok… you’re wearing heels…
Yiling looked surprised as she turned to look at me.
Yiling : Oh… you noticed…. Hahah
Jeff : Of… of course…
Yiling : Are you checking me out ??
Jeff : no… no la… .no la… I’m just saying… looks painful…
Yiling : haha.. I’m fine…
As we got closer to the main door, I could see 2 other men loitering the entrance. My eyes immediately saw the scanner on one of the guy’s hand. Beyond that at the entrance foyer, I saw a smaller scale version of those security scanner you see at airport and checkpoints.
Well, the first attempt must have spooked him.
I kept up my pace towards the entrance and I could see the men lazing around. One of them asked the other for a light while the other just threw him his lighter.
Yiling’s pace changed and I could feel a difference in her speed.
She slowed down further when she saw the metal detector at the entrance.
Jeff : you ok ? ….. painful to walk in your heels ?
Yiling replied a little too quick as she bent down on the pretext of removing her left heel.
Yiling : Yes…yes…ouch… I can feel a blister coming….
Jeff : I got plaster in my bag…
I reached for the small compartment of my bag while Yiling bent down to massage her foot.
While rummaging through my bag, I saw Yiling discreetly reached into her purse and pull out a small dagger.
What the hell is she thinking ?
I heard the men at the entrance shout at us , wondering what we are up to and I turned.
Jeff : coming… coming… leg pain…. She wearing heels !…
I announced to the whole world as I bent down and offered Yiling a plaster.
She was no longer holding the dagger and I presumed she has thrown it into the bush beside us.
Yiling : Thank you… I think I’ll remove my heels…
Jeff : Oh…
Yiling adjusted her bag, linked arms with me on my right as she held onto the pair of heels on her right hand.
When we got to the entrance, the men waved for us to stop.
Yiling : need to go until this extent or not… you think checking into airport is it ??
The men ignored her jibe and did a cursory scan of her body. I followed every movement Yiling made and she’s pretty smooth. She raised her hands, holding onto her pair of heels above her head as the scanner ran along the side of her body.
She deliberately kept her heels out of the scanner’s way as she turned her body, changing hands to hold the pair of footwear.
When she could not avoid a direct scan of her heels, she dropped one when the hand held scanner got close, allowing the scan to go through the other side.
They gave her the all clear and motioned for her to enter the house.
Yiling picked up her heels and walked in, turned around and waited for me.
I put down my bag and cleared the manual scan on the 1st go.
The men gestured for me to put my bag on the scanning belt and I did as I was told. They took all our mobile phones as well.
Yiling placed her purse on the belt after me.
The moment my bag went through the scanner, it set off the alarm.
The guy resting on the chair who was staring at the screen in a disinterested manner suddenly stood up immediately and shouted for his friends.
The men came running in and started shouting at me while Yiling waited at the side of the portal. From the corner of my eye, I saw her push her heels pass the corner of the portal using her feet while all attention were on me.
Jeff : what… what…. What happened ? I didn’t do anything…
A chap with hair dyed blonde grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me towards the screen.
I saw the outline of a swiss army knife in my bag and I almost wanted to curse at Yiling.
She had thrown away the dagger but while I was not looking, she put that into my bag.
Blonde hair chap : what is this… what is this !!!
Jeff : I don’t know… I don’t know !!! I really don’t know… !!
Blonde hair chap : what the fuck you mean you don’t know…. Take it out… take it out !!!
His friend emptied my bag and together with my laptop, out falls a small swiss army knife.
Blonde hair chap : what is this… why do you need this for !!!
I looked around at the menacing faces and I tried to find the right words.
Jeff : I…. I don’t remember seeing that… i… I don’t know… maybe my colleague accidentally … accidentally….
SMACK!
I felt a spark of fire ignite in my belly as I got smacked in my face by the blondie. People are going to get hurt for this project. Perhaps more so than intended.
Jeff : owww…ouch… !! stop.. stop….
I held onto my cheek and Yiling finally came over to my rescue.
Yiling : What the fuck is your problem… it’s just a fucking swiss army knife… people use it for keychain all the time…. what’s the big issue…
YIling grabbed the knife from the belt and threw it at them.
Yiling : You want you take it la…. Don’t fucking waste our time !…. I’m here to see my sister !
Without giving the men a chance to react from this, Yiling held onto my hand and drag me barefoot across the portal.
The moment we were through, she slipped on her heels.
As her heels clicked across the marble floor of the house towards the grand staircase, I looked up and I could see someone looking down at us.
Dressed in a blue bathrobe adorned with Chinese dragons in gold thread, Benson looked like he walked out of a movie set that depicts Asian triads in the western countries. His eyes never left his sister in law.
He had a bottle of vodka in his right hand and I saw him take a large swig as Yiling held my hand and led me up the staircase.
Benson stood in the middle on Yiling’s path without a word.
I could smell the stench of alcohol from his breath as he looked at us.
Benson : what do we have here !!! hahaha… hi Yiling…. My favourite sister in law….and….. who is this…. Gentlemen beside you…. ??
Yiling : he’s my boyfriend…. I’m here to see my sister……
Benson : hahaha…. Bringing a boyfriend along now… hahah… are you afraid to be alone with me ? hahah…
Benson turned to look at me with his bloodshot eyes. His eyes traces the lines of my face to the bottom of my feet as he sized me up. He’s the same height as me but a lot fatter. He looked like he could lose a good 10kg.
He looked older than the photos I was shown too.
Benson : come….. my wife is breast feeding my son I think… come… come… I bring you to her…
We removed our shoes before stepping into Yvonne’s room.
Benson came over to me. He put his arms around my shoulder and squeeze the muscles beside my neck. I reacted the way he wanted me to. He’s insecure, unsure, and he has to flex his muscles just to reaffirm that he is in control.
Jeff : erhhh.. AHHHH!!
I bent down low as Benson gave my neck a good shake, laughing gleefully at my discomfort.
Benson : what’s your name brother ?? … what’s your name ??
Jeff : Jeff…. My name is Jeff…
Benson : Jeff… tell me …hahahah… have you seen a woman breast feed before ? hahaha.. haha….
Yiling grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Benson .
Yiling : leave him alone…
Yvonne’s room looked like an apartment on it’s own. We crossed the living area and head towards a room at the back.
It was quiet.
We stepped in and I could see Yvonne trying to put her child down to sleep. She looked tired. There were dark circles around her eyes and she gestured and beg us to stay back.
Benson chuckled.
Benson : She’s paranoid about making noise… when the baby is trying to sleep.
I could see Yvonne on the verge of tears as Benson approached her.
Yvonne patted her son who was stirring and she threw a towel at Benson. I could see her gesturing in a irritated manner for him to get out and leave her alone.
The baby stirred and made some noise, Yvonne almost broke down as she patted the child, praying that he would finally take a nap.
Benson grinned and revealed how much of a bastard he is when he hugged onto Yvonne from behind.
She tried to worm her way out but he hugged onto her tightly form behind, pressing his nose onto her hair.
Benson looked at us.
He looked at Yiling.
His hands reached for the right breast of her wife.
I don’t know what the fuck he is trying to do.
Yvonne shook her head and tried to fight him but it was no use.
I felt the rush of blood to my cock when I saw Benson squeezed his wife’s breast.
My cock got hard like water rushing into a fire fighter’s hose when the valve is turned. My boxers got stretched as I watch Benson’s eyes undressing his sister in law’s body as a wet patch started to form on the outside of Yvonne’s silk night gown.
Benson squeeze harder and the patch grew.
He kept squeezing, and I could see Yvonne’s milk staining her nightgown as she cried silently while patting her child.
Without warning, Benson stopped squeezing and pulled his wife’s top against her lactating breast and the moisture immediately painted a picture of Yvonne’s engorged love pillow in front of me.
I’m seen some sick shit in my career but this one is beginning to top the cake.
I could see Yiling about to scream at Benson but she was afraid of scaring the child.
Benson pulled his wife’s hands away from the baby and using his body, nudged a sobbing and crying Yvonne away from the crib.
Benson : hahhaa….
I watched on in horror as he placed his large hand on the baby. He stroked the boy a couple of times. The way he looked at the boy, there was not a single ounce of affection.
He stroked the baby as if he was obliged to.
There was no longer a smile on his face as he looked up and spoke so soft that I had to strain my ears to hear what he says.
Benson : let’s have some ….. family bonding fun…. Before dinner…. Shall we ?
………………………………….
Yvonne tried to push Benson away but a simple shrug was all he need to give to send her falling back onto the couch by the side. I saw an aggressive streak flash across Benson’s face for a brief moment before it disappeared.
He’s clearly intoxicated.
Looking at the sobbing mess on the couch by the crib, it’s hard to believe she is the same Yvonne I saw on the files.
This was a totally different Yvonne from the one I saw on the photos.
The makeup, the fake eyelashes, they are all gone.
What I see in front of me was just an image of a frightened mother, lost, helpless and perhaps in the midst of sinking into depression. She looked tired, probably going through sleepless nights trying to take care of the newborn.
I looked around the room. There were no signs that she had any help from helpers or confinement nannies. This is weird, considering the fact that I saw a couple of helpers hanging about at the open kitchen on level 1.
Yiling went forward immediately and she whispered harshly at Benson.
Yiling : What the fuck is wrong with you….!!! What is wrong with you!!
Benson cast a side way glance at Yiling before looking at the sleeping child.
Benson : Look… take a look… look like me or not ?
Yiling did not answer his question and Benson repeated himself, a little aggressive this time.
Benson : Look like me or not…. You tell me… look like me or not … !!! LOOK LIKE OR NOT !!!
Yiling glared at Benson and I could see her fist clenched.
Yvonne was sobbing by the side and she was tugging the bathrobe Benson was wearing, asking him to stop.
Yvonne : You’re drunk… you’re drunk…. Go away… just leave us alone !…you’re going to scare Bobby!…
Benson : I’m drunk ? …. You’re saying I’m drunk ?? I’m asking your sister a question here…she’s not answering me…
He turned to me next and he gestured to me with his hand stretch and his fingers pointing down. A few lifeless sweep of his fingers followed and I looked at Yiling as I went closer.
Benson’s other hand was still resting on the child.
Benson : Jeff . Tell me…. Look like me or not…
Jeff : ermmm… i… I’m not good with faces….. I… can I don’t answer this… err…
Benson : Answer me …. Does he look like me…. ?
Jeff : well… I … I think he has your … your… cheeks ?
Benson laughed, obviously more entertained than my answer than convinced.
Benson : bullshit… i… I think…. I think this child… is not mine……
Yvonne stood up, enraged by the statement her husband made.
Yvonne : What are you saying !!!
Benson whispered harshly back at Yvonne.
Benson : You know jolly well what I’m saying !!!… you’re fucking around…
Yvonne swung her hands at Benson, slapping him across the cheek and setting off a chain reaction of disaster in the room.
Yvonne : You are also fucking around !!! I…
Before Yvonne could go on, Benson slapped her so hard she spun around and fell back onto the couch.
The commotion caused Bobby to wake up. Yiling rushed forward and she shoved Benson away from the crib and her sister.
Yiling : Fuck you Benson ! …arghhh!!! Get away from my sister !!!
Benson laughed as he staggered backwards. His hand massaged his chest as he looked at Yiling.
I kept up a look of panic and I tried to calm everyone down while discreetly taking a step closer to the crib.
Jeff: calm down.. everyone just calm down !!
Everyone ignored me and I took another step in the right direction.
I want to be able to reach for the child and pull him out of harms way should the situation get worse.
Benson walked towards Yvonne and Yiling stood in front of him, blocking his way.
YIling : back off … don’t you fucking touch my sister…
Benson : oh… oh…. Then… then I touch you instead then… hahah.. haha…
Benson held onto Yiling’s shoulder before pulling her towards his body, laughing like a drunk king playing with his harem. He hugged onto Yiling and tried to kiss her.
Yiling snapped and without warning, she delivered a knee towards Beson’s groin. That hit was so hard that I too felt a strange sensation in my cock. It’s like someone shaking my dick after I pee. That has to hurt.
My jaws dropped an inch as I position myself right beside the crib with the baby screaming his lungs out.
Jeff : Oh my god…
Benson : WARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! aWHGGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As if the knee to his jewels were not enough, Yiling felt compelled to punch Benson in his left eye before delivering a back handed slap to his right cheek. To finish it off, she shove Benson back with her right foot connecting with Benson’s backside.
The baby screamed for it’s guardians having woke from a fright from the commotion.
Benson’s shouts attracted the attention of his men into the room. They all ran in one after another to their boss.
Benson clutched onto his cock and he wailed like a dying animal being torn apart by wolves
Benson : erhghhh… arghhhhhhhh!!! FUCK!!! FUCK YOU!!!! FUCK YOU BITCH!!! aRGHHH!!!!! ARHGH!!!!
Benson swung around wildly as he crashed onto furniture and fitting. Yvonne immediately cradled her son in her hands, trying to hush him back to sleep.
I looked at the 4 men that had entered the room and I sighed in my head. Yiling is too hot headed.
Yiling grabbed her sister’s hand and tried to get her to leave the room with her.
Benson : grab her… GRAB HER!!!!
Yiling tried to kick the 1st man that came to her but he ducked and grabbed onto her hair.
Yiling: Yanking her towards him, he put her in a armlock as her legs trashed wildly at the rest of the man around her.
Jeff: Hey… hey …let go !! let her go….
I went avoided the hands and wild kicks of the men and ran straight towards Yiling.
I shoved another guy away with my shoulder and tried to prise the arm away from Yiling neck like a amateur.
Someone just lifted up a wooden chair and was heading towards us.
Jeff : let go… let go of her you fuck !!!
I timed for the arrival of the chair and dug my right thumb into soft fleshly arm of the man holding Yiling.
He grunted in pain and with everything happening at the same time, I pretended to fall backwards, tugging him into the path of the falling chair.
CRASH!!!
The impact on the man’s head and shoulder released Yiling from his grasp, causing her to fall onto me.
Jeff : ahhh.. aiyah… aiyah….
Seeing that he missed his 1st shot, the guy wielding the timber chair lifted it up again, sending it hurling towards Yiling and me.
I orientated my body and shielded the hit with my back.
Jeff : AHHH!!!aRHH!! fuck…
Yiling : are you ok…. ??
The man that was holding Yiling initially looked like he was going to explode as he charged towards us.
Yiling grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her.
Yiling : Stay back….
Jeff : huh ?
She dove forward and drove a knee towards the man’s chest but she was not fast enough. That man’s weight got to be at least twice of hers and she missed the spot she wanted to hit.
He grabbed onto YIling and head butted her in her face.
Another came over and within seconds it was over. They each grabbed onto YIling’s arms as she trashed about, cursing and swearing at the men.
I shook my head and was about to make another attempt to rescue her when I saw something that made me freeze.
Benson is up on his feet with the help of his man. Yvonne was crying on the floor alone.
Benson was holding onto the crying child with one hand.
The screams from that tiny human almost perforated my eardrums.
Benson : I will fucking drop him….. go ahead and try me…. I will drop him onto the floor…
Yvonne : no..NO!!!.. please… no.. no..!!!
Benson : Ah Huan….. tie her up… !
Benson gestured to Yiling and I objected immediately.
Jeff : Stop this…!!! Now !!! this is too much !!
The blondie guy that smacked me earlier shove me 2 steps to me right before delivering a kick towards my stomach. I took it after I tensed up my abdomen before collapsing onto the floor, pretending to roll in pain.
Jeff : arhh.. blergghh!!! Bleefhhjj!!.. bleeeahhhh !!!
The retching and near vomiting fit set off a series of laughs from the men as Benson chided Yiling for choosing someone like me as a boyfriend. Samuel kicked me against on the side of my ribcage.
Benson : enough Samuel…….don’t kill him ah…. Hard to clean up….. my god Yiling….hahah… and I thought you would have chosen someone more…. Capable…. Like me….hahaha..hahah…
Yiling : fuck you !!
Benson : yeah ?? really ? hahaha.. haha…
Benson asked the guy who threw the chair earlier to help Ah Huan tie Yiling up.
Benson : Ah Leong… tie her to the chair… quick…. Hahah… fucking bitch….want to play with me right…. Want to play with me ??
Jeff : what are you doing ?!! .. stop !!!
Benson : hahah… Jeff…. My dear Jeff… aiyoh…. Relax…. I’m just going to welcome you into the family… that’s all… hahaha…hahah… come… come….
Benson still held onto his screaming child. The cries were starting to get weaker. That poor baby is exhausting itself out with it’s cries.
He handed the baby to Samuel and said something to him.
He then left the room with the child and the rest of the men leaving only Ah Huan and Ah Leong behind.
Yvonne : my baby… where are you bringing him !!!
Benson : don’t worry….hahaha…. he won’t die la… haha.. haha….
He grabbed Yvonne by her hair and dragged her over to a chair.
I clutched onto my stomach as I took in what is going on. This is fuck up.
Yiling was struggling in vain against the cable ties while being held down by Ah Huan.
Yvonne is pretty much useless, all she did was cry.
Benson :Jeff… look…. See… you say….. you say you are bad with faces…. Hahaha… so I’ll give you a simple one….hahaha.. hahaa..
He gestured to the 2 sisters sitting opposite each other.
Benson : Look like or not… hahaha..hahah… look like each other or not… hahaha..haha…
Jeff: yes… yes.. they are twins… of course they look like each other.. !
Benson : good !! hahaha.. this is exactly the answer I want.. hahah…
Benson walked to a dresser table and he pulled open the drawer. I watch him remove 2 pairs of scissors and he went over to Yvonne.
Jeff : WHAT are you doing !!!
I watched in horror as he started to snip.
Benson laughed as he started to cut the nightgown his wife is wearing.
Yvonne hardly resisted. She just sat there are her husband made messy cuts of her silk gown, exposing her breast that are full of milk. Benson removed the clothes from his wife with a combination of cutting and ripping the fabric apart.
Benson : hhaha.. hahha… look…look… haha…. Hot right…. So hot….haha.. hahah..
I stared dumbfounded at Yvonne’s naked body which she was trying hard to cover.
Then Benson threw the other pair of scissors to me.
Benson : let’s see if the sister’s body look the same too shall we ? hahha.. haha
I looked at that pair of scissors in front of me before looking at Yiling.
She screamed and cursed, trying to get out of the chair but was held firmly in place.
I went forward and grab the pair of scissors, pointing it at the men in front of me.
Jeff : stop this !!! sTOP!! This… .i warn you… I’m warning you… !!
The men laughed as I orientated the scissors at the men as I asked them to release Yiling. I closed the number of paces between Yvonne and me as I moved discreetly.
If I could get Benson, I could make the men release Yiling from the chair.
Then Benson did something so sick that it put the thought of inflicting pain on him for pleasure all the more tempting for me.
He grabbed Yvonne’s right breast. He grabbed it.
Then he opened up his scissors and put the cutting blade right at her nipple.
Yvonne sobbed and her body shook.
Benson : eh…ehe.. eh… don’;t move… don’t move ah… hahaha… haha you don’t want to cut your nipples off right… hahaha..hahah…
Benson licked his lips and looked at me.
Then he laughed and squeezed his wife’s engorged breast.
Benson : look Jeff… look… whoooooo.. whoooo..
As he did, I saw the squirt of fresh breast milk from Yvonne’s breast.
Benson : hahaha..hahah… go… go and cut your girlfriend’s clothes off…. Or I’m going to cut her nipple off… hahaha.. hahahaa. !!!
Yiling’s curses at Benson is so vile that I was thankful the baby is not in the room even though he would not have understood what it meant.
Benson : I’m going to cut….. haha.. I’m really going to cut…!!! Hahaha
Benson squeeze his wife’s breast again , chuckling at my indecisiveness.
I walked to Yiling and looked at her.
She looked at her sobbing sister and she nodded at me.
I felt the rush of blood to my cock as put my hand on the blouse Yiling is wearing.
I did the first snip and I could see the grin on Ah Huan’s face.
Ah Huan : cut the strap…. Cut the straps !!
I cut off the strap of Yiling’s bra and spag top together. Ah Huan laughed as he yanked down her unsupported bra and cupped his hand on her breast.
Yiling : erhgh!!! FUCK!! Fuck you !!!
Ah Huan : wah… so firm and soft.. haha.. haha… lucky you boy… haha.. can squeeze this every night.. haha..haha..
Benson looked on in amusement and asked me to continue.
Benson : again… some more…. Some more !!! cut them !!!
Jeff : sorry… I’m so sorry .!!
I mumbled softly to YIling who pressed her eye shut as I worked.
By the time her blouse and bra is on the floor, Ah Huan and Ah Leong were laughing and teasing her nipples, squeezing and kneading her breast as if they were checking out fruits at a supermarket.
I could see YIling holding back her tears amidst the humiliation.
Benson : her jeans… her jeans as well !! haha.. haha…
Yvonne sobbed and apologised to her sister as I started snipping off the denim jeans Yiling was wearing.
It was not easy cutting the denim with the small pair of scissors but I managed to.
As I revealed more and more of Yiling’s creamy white legs, I could feel my heart pumping faster. It’s been a while since I fucked a woman and Yiling is my cup of tea.
Ah Huan : her panty…. Cut her panty !!!hahah.. hahaha…
I pulled off the torn pair of jeans and I hands shook as I touched the lacy black panty Yiling was wearing.
2 snips was all it took and I pulled the panty out from under Yiling’s bottom.
Benson : hahah..haha… give me… give to me… !!
Ah Leong threw the panty across to Benson who caught it easily with his free hand. Benson rubbed the torn panty with his fingers.
The look he had on his face.
If his men were not there in the room, I bet he would sniff the torn panty, licking the spot where his sister in law’s pussy were just moments ago.
Benson turned to me and he asked me the question again.
Benson : how Jeff ? … look…. Look carefully… haahaha.. .. their bodies…. Look like twins or not…. Haha…
I said nothing but I kept my eyes on him.
Benson : what? Stare at me ah…. Ohhh… I so scare…. Don’t scare me…haha…fuck you understand… haha… come… come.. change side.. haha…come here Jeff…
I went over reluctantly and he gestured for my pair of the scissors.
Benson : I’m a very fair person…. All my men that works for me knows I’m very fair…see…I’m seeing your girlfriend naked…. But I let you see my wife naked …. Fair or not ? …. Fair or not !!! answer me !!
Jeff : yes…
This is really turning out to be one of the strangest project I’ve ever done.
Benson held onto my right wrist.
Benson : come..come.. is ok… is ok…. Come… come.. touch… touch…
Jeff : No… no… don’t want… don’t want…
Benson : I want… I want you to touch… I insist… haha.. touch… TOUCH!!!
With a forceful yank, Benson pressed my palm onto Yvonne’s breast.
I almost exclaimed out loud as the feeling of Yvonne’s full breast. That has to be at least a full C full choked full of milk.
The weight, the firmness, and I could almost see speckles of white milk forming at the side of her areola as pressure is applied. I’ve squeeze the life out of someone before but I’ve never squeeze milk in my life.
Not even from a cow.
I was a little shocked as Benson pulled me behind Yvonne. His hands squeezed onto the muscles near my neck and I groaned, exaggerating the pain I was feeling.
He grabbed my left hand and put it on Yvonne’s left breast.
Benson : squeeze…..SQUEEZE!!!!
I could not resist the feeling. My head was screaming no.
In fact it was screaming for me to disarm Benson of the scissors and jab it into his eye.
I could not fight that temptation. The feeling of that pair of full tits in my hand. Her skin felt warm to the touch. Yvonne was crying, she was looking down, her chin tucked and bounced against her chest as she sob and there I was, with my fucking hands around her breast.
Benson :SQUEEZE!!! SQUEEZE!!
I kneaded Yvonne’s breast and I could feel my cock turning into a hardened spear as jets of milk squirt out from her breast.
It did not come out straight. No .
Milk don’t travel in a straight line.
They went everywhere. Fucking all over the place.
Jeff : oh fuck….
Benson : hahaha.. hahah… yeah… nice ? ?harder… squeeze harder !!!! SQUEEZE!!!
Benson almost shouted into my ears as I applied pressure onto Yvonne’s breast again, sending a jet of fresh milk onto the floor in front of the girls.
Benson : again… again !!! my wife has too much milk !!!…. SQUEEZE!!!
Yvonne sobbed as she tried to get up but Benson held onto a tuff of her hair, yanking her head back.
Benson : do it.. squeeze… SQUEEZE!!!!
Jeff : aHHHHH!!!
I also almost hear a high pressured jet of milk go towards me as I blessed my face with warm milk.
Benson : nice… nice right….come.. come here…
I let go of Yvonne, honestly in shock with what I just did.
Owen did not include a class on breast milking for my training.
Benson dragged me and he motioned for me to kneel down in front of Yvonne.
Benson : here… do it here… trust me… I tried… it’s fucking amazing…. Do it here..
Jeff :No… no it’s enough… don’t do this anymore…
Benson tried to drag my hand but I resisted, shaking them free.
Benson : do it… do it again !!!!
Jeff :NO… no more…
Benson : no more !!?? huh ? no more ??
Benson grabbed onto his wife’s breast from behind and he squeezed them. \
Jeff : raRHHH.. arGHHH!!
He shot jets after jets of milk at my face.
Jeff : stop… stop !! please…
He laughed like he was high on drugs as I shielded my face from the jets of milk.
Benson grabbed my hair and pushed me towards Yvonne’s breast.
Benson : suck….suck her tits…huh… suck her fucking tits…!!
Jeff : erghhh.. no..no.. please no… suck them !!!
He pressed my face onto Yvonne’s breast and he grabbed a tit and pushed it to my mouth.
Fuck this shit, I could not resist it anymore.
I could either stand up, break his arm and then break his neck or I could fucking suck on Yvonne’s full tits and then do the same thing.
My mouth opened and I wanted to moan as I felt the strong current of milk entered my throat.
Yvonne : ernghhh… ernghhh!! .ernghh!!
Benson : hhahaha.. wHAHAHAHAH….nice or not… nice or not !!!
I gagged a little as Benson pushed my head against his wife’s breast and kept squeezing her tits.
Benson : suck…. I want to see you suck !!!! your cheeks tell me you are not sucking !!! hahaha !!!!
Jeff :slurppzzz !!!! slurppzz!!!!
Benson : yes… yes… now you are sucking … nice or not ??? nice or not !!!
I must have swallowed a few mouthfuls of Yvonne’s milk before I was yanked backwards onto the floor. Benson took more cable ties and proceeded to tie his wife’s hands behind the chair.
He strapped each of her ankle to the leg of the chair as well, spreading her pussy wide for all to see in the same manner as her sister.
He dragged me towards Yvonne’s breast again.
Jeff : no… no… stop…enough…
Before I realised it, I was once again sucking to Yvonne’s tits.
Oh god, the warmth and the sweetness of her breastmilk lubricated my dry throat.
Benson : suck … SUCK!!!!
He jabbed at my cheek to make sure I was sucking.
Benson : Don’t swallow…. Don’t swallow ok… haha.. hahah.. don’t swallow… !!!
I sucked and got a good mouthful of milk in my mouth and I was starting to gag, causing the precious asset to drip down my chin and neck.
Benson grabbed my hair and thrust me in front of Yvonne’s vagina.
Benson : spray it… SPRAY IT at her cunt!!! You got see breast milk BUKKAKE before ?? yes or no ??
My cheeks were puffed up. I could see Yvonne’s pussy right in front of me when Benson punched my stomah.
Jeff :berlghhhh!!! Pusshshhh…
I blessed Yvonne’s privates with a dose of my saliva and her own breast milk that I extracted with my mouth.
Benson and his men laughed so hard that they were clutching the sides of their tummy.
A kick send me onto the floor,.
I coughed and turned onto my stomach as I caught my breath.
Fuck, I would do that again in a totally different set of circumstances. It’s like Jap porn on steroids.
I pretended to pant and catch my breath as Benson now turned his attention to Yiling.
I could see the fire in Yiling’s eyes by then. I knew given a chance, she would kill Benson. She would end him in a heartbeat.
Benson : Jeff…. See… I let you do all those to my wife… it’s not too much if I do it to your girlfriend right ??
Jeff :No… no !!! please… don’t !!
Benson : hahaha…haha…why … have to be fair right…. Right ??
Yiling screamed and trashed about but was held down by Ah Leong and Ah Huan. Benson stuck out his tongue, wriggling it like a worm about to be lowered into the water.
Benson : ler ler ler ler ler…. Ler.. ler… hahaha
He did a final visual check to make sure his sister in law was being held down before connecting his tongue with Yiling’s nipples.
Benseon : ler.. ler.. ler… slurpzz.. slurpzzz.. ler ler… hahaha..slurpssz….
Yiling : ernghhh !!! arGHH!!.. ernghh !!! fuck !!..fuck you !!!
Benson wiped his chin and got up.
Benson : yes… don’t worry.. you’ll get to fuck me… I’m going to fuck you….i’m going to fuck you till you beg me to stop….then I’m going to let my men fuck you….use you like a fuck toy…
Yiling screamed and wasted her strength struggling against the cable ties and the weight of the men holding her down.
Benson : hold her legs… hold them…..
Benson dragged his wife’s chair across the floor such that the knees of the 2 sisters were touching each other.
Their spread pussy a close mirror image of their identical bodies.
He dragged me across to Yiling and got one of his men to hold my head against the naked thigh of my fake girlfriend.
He wanted me to have a close up look of what he’s doing.
Jeff : Stop… please stop…. Stop this….
Yvonne : Benson !!! stop this !!! leave my sister alone… !
Benson : I’m going to let your sister make you wet…. Hahah..haha….
Benson squeezed Yvonne’s breast.
He kneaded and squeeze, directing streams of milk at Yiling’s vagina.
The men laughed as Benson tried to wet YIling’s love hole with her sister’s milk.
Benson : arnghhhh.. arnghhh !!! pew… pew… pew… ahahaha.. pew pew…
Yvonne : ernnh… ernghhh.. erngh !!!! stop !!! stop !!ernghhh..
Jeff : arhhh.. arhg….
Most of the milk landed on the chair and bits of it wet the small tuff of neatly trimmed pubic hair Yiling has on her privates. I could see the milk coming in squirts, droplets as they build onto a small puddle on the chair. Quite a bit of it landed on my face and nose as well.
Benson wet his fingers on the puddle of milk.
Benson : look ar Jeff… look…. Look ah….
Yiling : eRGHH.. erGNH!!!!..e GHH!!!!!
YIling screamed and moaned as Benson’s wet fingers pushed it’s way into her spread pussy.
He pulled out and dabbed more milk from the chair and he pushed it back in again. When his fingers went into Yiling’s vagina, he finger fucked her several times as her body convulses on the chair, sending splashes of milk all over.
Benson : like this… like this !!! this is how you make your woman wet !!! like this !!
Squishes… Squishes… Squishes… Squishes… vorupp… vorupp …. Vorupp… Squishes…
Yiling : ernghhh !!.. ernghh!!! Aernghhh… arnghh!!!
The sound that is filling my ears cannot be described. Like a wet fart repeating itself over and over again, it echoed when Benson’s finger pushed into Yiling’s privates.
Benson grabbed his wife’s breast and started milking her again.
Sporadic jets of breast milk wet the entire region of Yiling’s privates. It was a fucking arousing sight from where I was.
I could see dew like drops of milk hanging off the tips of Yiling’s soft pubic hair.
The droplets got heavier and bigger. Benson’s face suddenly appeared and he fucked his face right into YIling’s vagina, slurping up the milk he had just applied on his sister in law’s privates.
Benson : slrupzpzz.z… zhooooootttt!!! zHOOOOOOTTTTZZZZZZ!!!
Yiling : erngnhhh !!! eRNGHH!!!!! FUCK!!> ENGHH!!!!!
Benson : hahahahaha… hahaha… are you wet now?? Are you wet now ?? hahaha..hahaha
Benson wiped his chin, licking his fingers as if he just had a fried chicken from a famous chain.
I pushed myself up from Yiling’s thigh and tried to push Benson away from her.
Jeff : arghhhh!!!
Benson laughed as he staggered backwards before Ah Huan shoved me onto the floor.
Benson then gestured to his wife.
Benson : come Jeff… I know you are angry… I let you do the same to my wife…. Come…come.. you do the same to her… suck her pussy…. Want or not… make my wife wet !!…ahah
Jeff : NO!!
Benson : come on la…. Man up a little…. Don’t get angry over petty stuff like this… women are meant to be shared… hahaha.. haha.
Suddenly the door to the room opened and I saw Samuel coming back in with the baby.
The baby is no longer crying.
Samuel : I fed him some cough syrup… should knock him out for a while…
Yvonne : ARHHH!!!1 ARHGHG!!!!!!! Let me go !!!
Yvonne struggled in her chair but that was all she could do as Samuel handed the baby to Benson.
Benson put the baby down on the crib and announced to the whole world that he is now going to fuck Yiling.
Benson : Ok… I’m going to go and enjoy fucking my sister in law now ok ?? ..hahah…so please…have fun…. I’m going to have mine… hahaha… Samuel…Peter… bring Yiling…..help me tie her up properly… hahaha…. Won’t want her to get loose halfway… hahah..haha..
Turning to Ah Leong and Ah Huan, Benson told them to make sure I fuck Yvonne.
Benson : have to be fair right ?? tio bo ?? hahah… make sure he fucks my wife….. ok… make sure he fucks her while he sees me fuck his girlfriend.. haha..haha… take a video of it… I want to see him fuck that bitch hahaha..haha…
Benson grabbed the baby monitor and asked his men to make sure I can see what’s happening.
Benson : must watch ok Jeff…. Watch me have fun with your girl…….after I’m done… my boys can have them the whole night….i don’t care anymore.. hahha..hahaha…. so I’m giving you first dips…..make sure you enjoy yourself.. hahaha…
Benson’s men grinned as he swaggered towards the exit.
The door closed.
Ah Huan and Ah Leong came over and grab me up.
Jeff : No… no.. what you doing… what you doing…
They brought me over to Yvonne who was still sobbing in her chair.
Ah Huan : letting you enjoy brother…hahaha..let you get free fuck you don’t want is it ?? hahaha… hurry up… after you’re done is our turn…
They dropped me like a sack of rice in front of a naked and shivering Yvonne.
My patience is running thin.
I slowly climbed up and looked at Ah Leong and Ah Huan visually enjoying Yvonne’s naked body. The wife of their employer. Their hands caressed her breast and squeezed her nipples, tasting her milk for themselves as they grinned.
Ah Leong : waiting for what… fuck her la… hahaha..hahaha…
Ah Huan showed me the display screen of what is happening in another room a few doors down.
Samuel and Peter are trying to tie a screaming and trashing Yiling onto the bedframe of Benson’s poster bed.
I looked at Yvonne who sat there helplessly like a rag doll.
Ah Huan : fuck her… quick… got naked girl sit there for you to play..hahaha.. waiting for what…
Ah Leong : why ? … paiseh ah… shy is it…hahaha… girlfriend sister only mah…. Somemore twins… hahaha… fuck and see if it feels the same… hahaha..hahha…
Ah Huan whispered something to Ah Leong and he nodded his head eagerly.
He went to open a few drawers before coming out with a large face towel in brown. Then he twisted it and began to blindfold Yvonne.
Yvonne : stop…stop !!..what are you doing ..!!
Ah Huan : haha.. hahah….
Ah Leong turned to me and put a finger to his lips.
Ah Leong : You shy ar… you shy then you just keep quiet.. hahha… haha.. don’t say anything.. we settle the fucking for you !!.. haha..hahha.. hahaha…. Or you want… we start off first.. then you join in the middle… we can all do together.. hahaha… she won’t know which is you…. Hahaha… don’t worry….
Yvonne : no please… please… stop…sobzz.z. sobzz… sobz… stop this now….
Jeff : enough… stop this…
Ah Huan : hahaha.. you don’t want to fuck you just keep quiet.. sit at the side… watch up play ok ?? hahah.. hahaha…
Ah Huan gestured to Ah Leong, squeezing his index finger, asking his friend to take picture of Yvonne.
I decided that enough is enough.
I went over and shove Ah Huan with one hand, sending him staggering at least 5 steps back before he tripped on his own feet and fall flat onto his buttocks.
Ah Leong : what the fuck…..
Ah Leong threw a punch at me and I ducked it easily, I causally positioned my right leg behind his left and using my arm trip him off his balance. Right before his body touched the floor, my knees gave his centre mass a light push, sending him rolling like a log towards Ah Huan.
Before the 2 of them could recover from the shock, I dragged the chair Yvonne was in towards the crib and turned her back towards us. I grabbed a pair of noise cancelling headphones a side table and put it in Yvonne.
Yvonne : what’s going on ?? what are you doing ?? let me go !!!!
Ah Huan yanked a standing lamp off it’s socket while Ah Leong grabbed one of the pairs of scissors from the table.
Ah Leong : wah…. Somebody pretend pretend ah…. Haha… now want to act hero…haha..
Ah Huan : want to be hero is it ?? haha.. want to act hero ah… ahhaa… you think just us 2 here want to act hero is it ?? huh ? …. Just now see too many people you scare is it ?? hahaha….
He yanked off the lampshade and practised a few strokes, howling like he’s Sun Wu Kong.
Ah Leong laughed as his friend swung the lamp post about pretending to be monkey god.
Ah Leong turned towards me and he shook his head, as if I had bitten off more than I could chew. He dislodged the scissors into 2 halves, holding each side of the cutting blade in his hand.
Ah Leong : act punk is it ? …. Want to be hero ?? hahah…haha… you don’t know what is call pain young man…
Ah Huan : ow..ow… ow….hahaha… monkey god… ow.. ow…kung fu…hoi… hoi… hoi….oww…oww…. I…..know….. Kung….. fu !!… hoi.. hoi….
The men in front of me has got to be at least 10 years older than me yet the manner in which they are behaving left me wondering if they are just intellectually challenged, or they are just plain high from some shit they took.
Ah Leong : I’m going to teach you something …….. call respect… hahaha
A quick glance to the clock on the table told me it’s coming to 8pm.
The curtains to the room are drawn and the door is closed.
Yvonne is sobbing, blindfolded and turned away.
Bobby is sleeping soundly in his crib.
I checked the display screen from the baby monitor that Benson brought along with him.
All 3 men were just about done tying Yiling onto the bed.
Looking back at Ah Leong, I removed my fake glasses, gave him a slight smile and replied.
Jeff : Well…. Teach me…
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Monday blues again
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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”
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.