Escape

In that tense moment, as the formidable figure loomed before him, J Cole's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Panic told him to make a run for it, to seize this chance to escape, but the reality was harsh - the dube was right in front of him, a seemingly insurmountable obstacle. Doubt gnawed at him as he observed the dube's bulging muscles. The sheer intimidation was paralyzing, and the emotions of shock and hopelessness welled up within him.

"No, there's no way I can take him on," he realized, his mind racing as he analyzed the dire situation. "Look at his muscles... Are those even real? Nah!" A hint of self-preservation urged him to reconsider. "We live to fight another day," he concluded.

In a split second, his decision was made. Surrender was the only option. The weight of defeat bore down on him, but it was a choice born of necessity, not weakness. As he made this reluctant decision, emotions of resignation and acceptance overcame him. J Cole had no other choice but to follow the dube, an unknown fate awaiting him, and a lingering determination to find a way out of this predicament.

...…

30 seconds passed, and J Cole found himself standing before the alluring and enigmatic figure of Miss Rose, her heavenly figure contrasting sharply with the wicked smile on her face. Her beauty was arresting, but the evil glint in her eyes sent a shiver down J Cole's spine.

"I'll say I am not surprised, Mr. Cole," she began, her words dripping with condescension. "Escaping, or should I say trying to escape, is a typical threat of a weak man who flees from his responsibilities." The notion of responsibilities left J Cole bewildered. What was she talking about, and who was she to judge him? The muscled man behind him shared his confusion, both of them in the dark.

Miss Rose chuckled, her amusement growing. "Initially, I intended on getting you arrested," she continued, "but then who would pay for damages to the house you tore down? Plus, can you explain to me how a night's rest can change your appearance so much?" She spoke with a calculated casualness that unnerved J Cole further. He was caught in a web of intrigue spun by this mysterious woman.

"You know what... forget it! You won't be truthful anyways," Miss Rose concluded, dismissing the question that had left J Cole dumbfounded.

Stuttering, J Cole inquired, "Uhmm, do you still need my reply?" His bewilderment was only matched by Miss Rose's growing interest in him, her devious intentions taking shape. "You'll work for every dime you owe me," she declared with an air of authority. "I happen to own an entertainment industry, and you'll be a perfect fit for it. You better pray to the Lord you've got talent, boy, because I'll be living off your fame and money from now on."

J Cole felt a chill down his spine as the reality of his predicament sank in. "You can't do that! I have rights as a citizen," he protested, though it was clear that Miss Rose held the upper hand.

Miss Rose maintained her composure, revealing her next move. "You're just a citizen without power," she retorted, revealing the court order she held. "The police are aware of it, and you won't be able to leave this country for a long time."

She continued, "Plus, I happen to know you've got 15 million set out in a savings account, which is quite admirable, I must say. You can relax; I won't cripple you financially, but you owe me a 10% tithe every month... Work hard, handsome."

J Cole felt trapped, cornered by this formidable woman who seemed to know every detail of his life. The uncertainty of his future weighed heavily on him, his emotions fluctuating between frustration and fear. He was under the thumb of a true succubus who held all the cards.

As Miss Rose concluded her conversation, J Cole's mind raced. What had he gotten himself into, and what did she mean by "the gentleman behind you will brief you on the rest"? The tension in the room had escalated to its peak, leaving J Cole with more questions than answers, and the looming presence of the muscled man behind him only deepened his sense of foreboding.

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Escorted by the muscled man, J Cole received a new phone without much enthusiasm, but the sight of the device left him dumbfounded. "What! An iPhone 6? You've got to be kidding me!" he wanted to scream out (Fuck you)!, his anger directed at Miss Rose. However, an unexplained feeling held him back, as if Miss Rose's subtle chuckle lingered deep within him, a reminder of her unspoken control over his fate. "Ahh, freaking annoying!" he muttered, trying to push aside his frustration.

The muscled man, seemingly indifferent to J Cole's inner turmoil, continued with his instructions. "You can ask the driver to take you anywhere, but make sure you're back on time because you'll be living here from now on."

But J Cole's pride swelled, and he retorted, "I don't need a driver. I've got my own ride." With determination, he walked out, needing some personal space to think, clear his mind, and adapt to his new reality. He had already arranged for Cipher to place his car near the gate, just outside the CCTV zone.

As he exited the gate, the sight of a dazzling Range Rover Sport greeted him, its polished exterior shimmering in the sunlight. A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on his face, a mix of amusement and surprise. His fingerprint effortlessly unlocked the car, and as he settled into the luxurious interior, it felt like a sanctuary from the world outside.

"Might as well be my safe haven," he mused, the surroundings offering a moment of respite from his recent encounters. His emotions shifted from frustration to a glimmer of intrigue about what lay ahead. The sumptuous vehicle symbolized the complexities of his new life, and J. Cole couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turns his journey had taken. It was as if each twist and turn was leading him further into a world filled with mysteries, challenges, and untold possibilities.

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