"Wait." Agbawo yelled, waving a white cloth into the air as he stepped forward with a trembling frame. "I know what you want. I'll give you, that is, if you stop with the killings."
"Hm..." A wolf-like grunt escaped from Sunday's lips as he tilted his head forward and downwards.
Sweat dribbled down from his temples just as the chains that held his hands to the ceiling creaked and creaked, increasing the dread that was on the room.
If when still restrained he was this powerful, what then would happen if he finally became unrestrained?
This very thought is alarming, causing the two Irunmoles, Obedi and Agbawo break out in cold sweat as they examined their prospects of survival should such happen.
Already, they had been outmatched right from the very time Agbawo tried to extract the beast. But still, he had had a twinkle of hope because why not?
