"Call your mother's number, let me call her. If they want you, they will have to pay ransom. It does not mean I will return you. You need to learn a lesson." He ordered menacingly.

I called her number, just so I could get accustomed to the pain I already felt. Just so he won't cut me up anymore. Azrael still wasn't here and I was getting scared.
He called my mum and put it on speaker phone.

"Hello? Who is this?" She called.

"Your daughter has been kidnapped. You need to pay ransom to us if you want to see her again. And I know you are rich, so don't lie and tell me you don't have money."
Silence.

Then she spoke again. "How much?"

"30 billion naira."

"Ehn? Where do you want me to get that kind of money from?"

"I'm sure you remember what I said to you before. Get the money or she dies." He said gruffly.

"No! Don't! Don't get the money! He'll still kill me! He's lying!" I tried shouting over his voice. He backhanded me.

My head whipped to the side. Then I started sobbing, screaming for my mum to ignore him while I ignored his words.

He swiftly ended the call then turned his attention to me.

"Are you mad?!" He bellowed. He brought his knife out again. He was really angry. I was already weak from how much I was bleeding, he added more cuts. And when he had finished venting his anger out on my body in slashes, he stabbed me. Right in the stomach.

It hurt. Bad. Then a loud bang. I looked to the source to see the ceiling broken and Azrael with his wings out, glaring at my assailant like he wanted to personally drag him to hell. My assailant only stood there looking shocked, mouth agape. Then he spoke and all that came out of his mouth was "Jesus!".

"Don't say the Lord's name in vain." I thought.

Azrael said nothing.

"Azrael." I whispered. He turned his gaze to me and his eyes softened. He ran to my side, clutching me to his chest, not caring if my blood soaked his cloak and clothes or not, as he carried and cradled me in his arms.

"Ife."

I only buried my head deeper in his chest and breathed a sigh of relief as he hugged me tighter, careful of my wounds, my eyes were shutting slowly trying to lull me into the deep sleep of unconsciousness, but not before I heard Azrael's last words with my assailant.

"I'm coming back for you. Pray she doesn't die. Because if she does, you'll suffer in the worst way a man can suffer before he dies. If she doesn't, I will still punish you, and you'll still die. But I'll be lenient only because she lives.

"Who are you?" My assailant asked.

Azrael did not dignify that question with an answer. He only turned back to the entrance with which he came, walking towards the hole in the ceiling.

I heard gunshots, then an evil, bitter laugh.
"Your end." Was the last thing I heard. Then I went unconscious.