Location: Kirikiri Maximum Security Prison – Female Wing
The iron doors slammed shut behind her.
Julie, once proud and petty, now looked nothing like the girl who used to toss insults and wear fake lashes like crowns.
Her hair was undone, her face pale, her hands trembling as she dragged her feet to the corner of her shared cell.
She hadn't eaten properly in days.
Even the prison food made her sick.
She missed silence. She missed clean air.
But most of all… she missed control.
Now, she had nothing. No Jimmy. No Mr. Benson.
Just the empty echo of what she had become.
> "God… I wasn't supposed to be here," she whispered to herself, hugging her knees.
> "I only wanted to hurt her… not Jimmy. Not me…"
Suddenly—
A loud bang.
Julie flinched as two familiar figures approached her from the far end of the corridor.
Tanko and Malik.
Her face dropped.
> "No… no… please—"
Tanko cracked his knuckles slowly, eyes filled with pure disgust.
> "You? The almighty Julie? Look at you now," he sneered.
Malik smirked. "So soft. Crying in a corner like a rat."
> "I didn't mean for Jimmy to be shot—!" she cried.
Tanko grabbed her collar and slammed her against the wall.
> "But you meant for someone to get shot, didn't you?"
Malik joined, his voice low and cold.
> "We were caught because of you. You squealed like a baby. Sold us out."
Julie tried to scream, but Tanko covered her mouth.
> "You were the one who paid us. Don't forget. And now look at us… rotting in here."
Then the beating began.
Malik's fist hit her jaw.
Tanko's elbow struck her ribs.
She collapsed, bleeding, wheezing.
They didn't stop until a guard's whistle blew in the distance.
Malik stood over her and spat.
> "You wanted to be queen of the school… now you're queen of pain."
Tanko added darkly:
> "And this is only the beginning."
They walked away laughing, while Julie lay there — broken, bruised, and whispering through bloodied lips:
> "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I didn't want this…"
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Scene fades — Kirikiri's lights flicker as Julie is dragged to the prison clinic, but no one cares.
She made her choice.
Mr. Benson's Mansion – Jimmy's Room (Locked)
The door was bolted. The windows sealed.
Security stood outside like statues.
And inside, Jimmy paced like a lion in a cage.
> "Six months gone. Nelly vanished. My father lied. And now… Julie is in prison."
He sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded tightly.
> "Why… why didn't anyone tell me she left?" he muttered. "Why did you keep her away?"
Suddenly—
Edna knocked gently on the other side of the door.
> "Bro. It's me."
> "Edna, open this door," Jimmy begged, his voice almost cracking. "Please, I can't stay here."
> "I want to," Edna whispered. "But Dad's losing it. He said he'll disown me if I try."
> "Then let him!" Jimmy shouted. "Let him disown us both. I need to find her, Edna. She left because of me… because of all of us."
Edna sighed heavily.
> "Julie's been sentenced. Malik and Tanko too. Things are falling apart."
> "Then why am I still locked up like a prisoner?"
Silence.
> "Dad's afraid of you," Edna said finally. "Afraid of what you'll do… or what you'll find out."
Jimmy stood and pressed his palm to the door.
> "Then he should be. Because the day I get out of this room… I'm never coming back."
A guard's voice echoed down the hall.
> "No visitors. Mr. Benson's orders."
Edna stepped away, murmuring, "Hang in there, bro. I'll find a way."
BACK IN ABUJA:
Mr. Mark's House – Nighttime – Abuja
The lights flickered.
The old fan creaked above.
Mr. Mark sat on his worn-out couch, staring at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell quickly. He hadn't been able to eat all day.
> "Ten million… how did it get to this?"
He poured a small glass of dry gin and raised it to his lips — but a knock at the door froze him.
Knock…
Then another. Louder. Harder.
Before he could stand — BOOM!
The front door burst open and slammed against the wall.
> "JESUS!"
Mr. Mark jumped to his feet.
A huge, dark-skinned bouncer in all-black stepped inside. His arms were thick like iron pipes, and his stare was soulless.
Behind him stood two more men — silent, armed, cold.
> "Who… who are you?! Who sent you?!" Mr. Mark stammered, backing up slowly.
The bouncer walked straight to him, grabbed his shirt, and dragged him close.
> "Ten million, old man," he growled. "Where is it?"
Mr. Mark gasped. "I–I–I don't have ten million!"
The bouncer's eyes burned.
> "Then send Nelly back to Mr. Benson's house. As his wife. His property. That's the only reason you were paid to begin with."
Mr. Mark's face paled. "She… she's just a girl! He can't force—"
WHAM!
A fist landed straight on Mr. Mark's jaw, knocking him to the ground.
> "This is not a democracy," the bouncer said, standing over him. "This is business. You took his money. Now return the product or cough out the cash."
Mr. Mark coughed, holding his face.
> "Please… please, I'll try. Just give me time—"
The bouncer leaned down, voice low and venomous.
> "You have 48 hours. After that… we collect your bones."
He stood and turned to his men.
> "Let's go."
The door slammed behind them, leaving Mr. Mark bleeding, shivering, and alone in his dark house — finally realizing the devil he made a deal with.