Judy Tales

15/10/2026

The City’s Weight, Episode 7
I didn’t open the side door.
The three knocks came again, slower this time. I stayed on the mattress with the torch in my hand and my phone dark. Outside, someone shifted their weight against the metal. Then the knocks stopped. Footsteps moved away down the path and disappeared into the market noise.
I didn’t sleep after that.
By the time Madam Blessing arrived just before six, my eyes were burning. She looked at the side door, then at me.
“Did anyone come?”
“No, ma.”
She studied my face for a second longer than usual, then unlocked the main gate herself. The other apprentices arrived later. Tunde didn’t speak to me. He only watched while I swept the front of the shop, the way someone watches a thing they have already decided to break.
Around mid-morning, Amara came in with a list for her mother. She didn’t look at me. She went straight to the office. When she came out, she dropped a folded piece of paper into the open carton I was unpacking and kept walking.
I waited until the shop was loud before I opened it.
They know you didn’t open the door.
Don’t stay in the shop alone again tonight.
Tell my mother you are sick and need to sleep outside.
I burned the paper the same way I had burned the last one.
That afternoon, Madam Blessing sent me to the junction to collect a small package from a supplier. It was the first time she had allowed me to leave the shop since the side-door incident. I walked fast. Halfway there, my phone vibrated.
Unknown number.
If you collect that package, don’t bring it back to the shop.
Someone will meet you at the junction.
Give it to him and walk away.
I stopped under a shop awning and read the message twice. Then I deleted it. When I reached the junction, the supplier handed me a small sealed nylon without asking questions. I turned to leave and saw Tunde standing across the road, arms folded, watching me.
He didn’t come closer. He only smiled once, then turned and walked back toward the shop.
I stood there with the package in my hand, the market moving around me. If I took it back, Tunde would know I had ignored the message. If I didn’t, Madam Blessing would know I had disobeyed her.
My phone vibrated again.
This time the number was saved.
It was Amara.
Don’t move. I’m coming.
TO BE CONTINUED…

Would you wait for her… or run?

15/10/2026

Don’t Make a Sound
Episode 25: Finale
Amara didn’t go back to her desk.
She stayed in the small meeting room for a few more minutes after Kola walked out, fixing her clothes with shaking hands and trying to steady her breathing. The door was still open. She could hear low voices in the hallway, but no one came back in. When she finally stepped out, the corridor was empty.
She went straight to the bathroom, locked herself in a stall, and sat down. Her phone buzzed.
It was a message from Kola.
They told me to wait in the conference room on the 5th floor. Don’t come.
She stared at the screen. Another message came through almost immediately.
I meant what I said. This isn’t over.
Amara didn’t reply. She also didn’t delete the messages.
By the time she returned to her desk, most people had gone back to work. A few glanced at her, then quickly looked away. No one said anything. She sat down, opened her laptop, and tried to focus. Her hands were still unsteady.
An hour later, her manager called her into a side office.
“HR wants to speak with you tomorrow morning,” she said carefully. “And with Kola. Until then… just go home. Take the rest of the day.”
Amara nodded. She didn’t ask questions.
When she got outside, the evening air was cool. She stood by the curb for a moment, unsure whether to call a ride or just start walking. Her phone buzzed again.
Kola.
I’m downstairs.
She looked up. He was standing across the street, hands in his pockets, watching her. He didn’t wave. He didn’t smile. He just waited.
Amara’s heart started racing again.
She knew she should turn around and go back inside. She knew HR was already involved. She knew people had seen them. She knew this was exactly how things got worse.
She also knew she hadn’t told him to stop. Not once. Not even at the end.
She crossed the street.
When she reached him, neither of them spoke at first. He looked at her face, then down at her hands, then back up.
“You came,” he said quietly.
“I shouldn’t have.”
“But you did.”
A car slowed beside them. The driver glanced their way, then kept moving. Amara’s pulse jumped. Kola didn’t step back. He just looked at her, the same way he had in the meeting room — steady, unreadable, close.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Home.” He paused. “You can come with me. Or you can go back upstairs and pretend none of this happened.”
Amara opened her mouth. The safe answer was right there.
Before she could say it, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, then silenced it.
“HR,” he said. “They want me back inside.”
He looked at her again.
“I’m not going,” he added. “Not yet.”
Amara’s breath caught. She could still feel the ghost of him — the closeness, the heat, the way he had stayed with her even when people were watching. She knew what the smart choice was. She also knew she was still standing there.
Kola took one small step closer.
“Last chance,” he said softly. “Tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
A security guard stepped out of the building behind them. He looked their way. His hand went to his radio.
Kola didn’t move.
Neither did she.
The End…
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15/10/2026

Don’t Make a Sound
Episode 24: The Last Time
The door opened fully.
Light from the hallway filled the room. Amara’s breath caught. Kola was still pressed close, still joined with her. Three people stood in the doorway now — the woman from earlier and two men. None of them stepped inside. They just stood there, watching.
For a long second, no one spoke.
Kola slowly lifted his head. His forehead stayed against Amara’s. He didn’t pull away. His hand rested on her hip, steady and warm. She could still feel him — close, deep, unmoving inside her. Her body was still sensitive, still trembling around him.
“This ends now,” one of the men said, his voice firm but quiet. “Separate. Right now.”
Amara’s fingers tightened in Kola’s shirt. She opened her mouth. The words were there. They still didn’t come.
Kola looked at her. Really looked at her. Then he gave the smallest, slowest shift of his hips. Amara’s breath hitched hard. A soft, shaky sound almost escaped. She bit her lip to hold it back. Heat rolled through her one last time, sharp and overwhelming, even with everyone watching.
“Kola…” she whispered, voice breaking.
He pressed his forehead harder against hers. His hand slid gently up her side, then back down.
“Last time,” he murmured, so only she could hear. “Stay with me.”
She nodded, barely.
He stayed joined with her for one more slow, careful moment. Then, finally, he pulled back. The separation was gentle but clear. Amara’s breath shook as the closeness ended. She quickly fixed her skirt with trembling hands. Kola stepped back just enough to give her space, his eyes still on her face.
The people in the doorway didn’t move.
“You’re done?” the woman asked.
Kola nodded once. Amara couldn’t speak.
One of the men glanced between them, then spoke again.
“HR will want to talk to both of you tomorrow. Don’t leave the building until then.”
They stepped back. The door stayed open this time.
Amara stood on shaky legs. Kola didn’t touch her again. He just looked at her, something unreadable in his eyes.
Then he spoke, low enough that only she could hear.
“This isn’t over.”
Before she could answer, one of the men in the hallway called his name.
Kola turned and walked out.
Amara stayed where she was, heart still racing, watching him leave.
To be continued… (Finale)

They were finally caught.
He finally pulled away.
But before he left, he said: “This isn’t over.”
Do you think it really ends here? 👀
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15/10/2026

Don’t Make a Sound
Episode 23: Waiting
The voices stayed right outside the door.
Amara’s breath shook. Kola was still pressed close, still joined with her, unmoving. She could feel the steady warmth of him, the way her body was still wrapped tightly around him, sensitive and trembling with every small shift. People were waiting just beyond the door. They had already seen them. And he still hadn’t pulled away.
“Kola,” she whispered, voice low and urgent. “They’re not leaving.”
“I know.”
His forehead rested against hers. His hand stayed on her hip, warm and steady. He didn’t move. He just stayed deep, joined with her, feeling every frantic beat of her heart.
Outside, someone spoke again.
“We’re giving them one more minute,” a man said. “Then we’re opening the door.”
Amara’s fingers tightened in Kola’s shirt. Panic rose in her chest. She knew this was the moment. She knew they needed to separate. But the words still wouldn’t come.
Kola leaned in slowly, his lips brushing her ear.
“They’re waiting,” he murmured. “Stay with me.”
She nodded against his shoulder, barely. He gave the smallest, slowest shift of his hips. Amara’s breath caught hard. A soft, shaky sound almost escaped. She bit her lip to hold it back, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders. She was still sensitive, still warm and open around him, and even that tiny movement sent heat rolling through her again.
“Kola…” she breathed. “We can’t. Not anymore.”
“Then tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
His hand slid slowly up her side, then back down to rest on her thigh. He stayed exactly where he was, moving in the gentlest way that still made her feel everything. Amara’s eyes fluttered shut. She could hear the people outside clearly — low conversation, the soft sound of someone shifting their weight, the quiet reminder that time was running out.
Kola’s mouth moved to the side of her neck, pressing a soft kiss there while he stayed deep.
“You’re still holding me,” he whispered. “Even with them right there.”
Amara’s thighs tightened around him. She couldn’t deny it. Every small breath, every careful shift of his body, made her feel the closeness all over again.
Outside, the voices dropped lower.
“Time’s up,” someone said.
The handle turned.
The door began to open.
And this time, they weren’t giving them another chance.
To be continued

They were still joined when the minute ended.
She still hadn’t told him to stop.
Then the handle turned… and this time, there was no more waiting.
Would you have stayed quiet? 👀
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15/10/2026

14/10/2026

Don’t Make a Sound
Episode 22: One Minute
The footsteps grew louder.
Amara’s heart pounded against her ribs. Kola was still pressed close, still joined with her, unmoving. She could feel the warmth of him, the way her body was still wrapped tightly around him, sensitive and trembling with every small breath. They had been seen. More people were coming. And he still hadn’t pulled away.
The voices outside were clear now.
“Last room,” someone said. “That’s the one.”
“Open it,” another voice replied.
Amara’s fingers tightened in Kola’s shirt. Panic rose sharply in her chest.
“Kola,” she whispered, voice shaky. “We have to stop. They’re right outside.”
He looked at her. His forehead rested against hers. He was still deep, still joined with her, feeling every frantic beat of her heart.
“Say it,” he murmured. “Tell me to stop.”
She opened her mouth. The words were there. They still didn’t come.
Outside, someone touched the handle.
Kola went completely still. His hand rested on her hip, steady and warm. Amara held her breath. She could hear the people clearly now — low conversation, the soft sound of shoes shifting on the floor.
The handle turned.
The door opened a few inches.
A man’s voice, firm: “We’re coming in.”
Kola didn’t move. He stayed deep, perfectly joined with her. Amara’s breath caught. A soft, involuntary sound almost escaped. She bit her lip hard to hold it back. She was still sensitive, still warm and open around him, and even the tension made her body react.
The door opened wider.
Three people stood in the doorway this time. They all stopped when they saw them. No one stepped inside. No one spoke for a long second.
Kola slowly lifted his head. He looked at them, then back at Amara. He gave the smallest, slowest shift of his hips. Amara’s eyes fluttered. Heat rolled through her, sharp and overwhelming, even with everyone watching.
One of the men outside cleared his throat.
“You need to separate,” he said, voice low. “Now.”
Kola didn’t pull away.
Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to Amara’s forehead while he stayed close. His hand slid gently up her side, then back down to rest on her thigh.
The woman from earlier spoke again, quieter.
“We’re going to close the door,” she said. “But this is the last time. When we open it again… it has to be over.”
She pulled the door shut.
The latch clicked.
Silence filled the room.
Amara was shaking. Kola was still deep inside her, still joined with her. His forehead stayed against hers. His hand rested on her hip.
Outside, the voices didn’t move away.
They stayed right there.
Waiting.
To be continued…

Three people saw them.
He still didn’t pull away.
Then the door closed… and they stayed right outside. Waiting.
Would you have finally stopped? 👀
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14/10/2026

Don’t Make a Sound
Episode 21: Coming Back
The voices outside grew louder.
Amara’s breath shook. Kola was still pressed close, still joined with her, barely moving. She could feel the steady warmth of him, the way her body was still wrapped tightly around him, sensitive and trembling with every small shift. They had already been seen. The woman had closed the door. And still, he hadn’t pulled away.
Footsteps stopped right outside.
Someone touched the handle.
Kola went completely still. His hand rested on Amara’s hip, steady and warm. She held her breath, forehead against his, feeling every frantic beat of her heart. She knew this was the moment they needed to separate. She also knew she still hadn’t said the words.
The handle turned.
The door opened a few inches.
A man’s voice, firm: “Open the door. Fully.”
Kola didn’t move. He stayed deep, perfectly joined with her. Amara’s fingers tightened in his shirt. A soft, shaky breath left her lips before she could stop it. She was still sensitive, still warm and open around him, and even the smallest tension made her body react.
The door opened wider.
Two people stood in the doorway this time — the woman from before, and a man beside her. Both of them looked at the pair on the table. Neither of them stepped inside.
“You need to stop,” the man said, his voice low but clear. “Right now.”
Kola slowly lifted his head. He looked at them, then back at Amara. His forehead rested against hers again. He gave the smallest, slowest shift of his hips. Amara’s eyes fluttered. Heat rolled through her, sharp and overwhelming, even with people watching.
“Kola…” she whispered, voice breaking. “Please.”
He didn’t pull away.
Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth while he stayed close. His hand slid gently up her side, then back down to rest on her thigh.
The woman in the doorway spoke again, quieter this time.
“More people are on their way up. You have maybe one minute.”
She glanced at the man beside her, then looked back at Kola and Amara.
“I’m going to close this door,” she said. “But when I open it again… you need to be done.”
She pulled the door shut.
The latch clicked.
Silence filled the room.
Amara was shaking hard. Kola was still deep inside her, still joined with her, still unmoving. His hand rested on her hip. His forehead stayed against hers.
Outside, the elevator dinged again on their floor.
More footsteps stepped out.
And they were walking straight toward the meeting rooms.
To be continued.

They were told to stop.
He still didn’t pull away.
Then the door closed… and the elevator opened again.
Would you have finally separated? 👀
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14/10/2026

14/10/2026

14/10/2026

Don’t Make a Sound
Episode 20: Ten Seconds
The woman stayed in the doorway.
Amara’s heart pounded so hard it hurt. Kola was still pressed close, still joined with her, unmoving. She could feel the warmth of him, the way her body was still wrapped tightly around him, sensitive and trembling with every small breath. The woman had already seen them. More people were coming. And he still hadn’t pulled away.
“You have ten seconds,” the woman repeated, her voice low but firm. “Then the others will be here.”
Kola’s hand rested on Amara’s hip, steady and warm. He didn’t move. He just looked at the woman in the doorway, then back at Amara.
“Close the door,” he said again, calm.
The woman didn’t.
Instead, she glanced over her shoulder as the sound of more footsteps echoed down the hallway. Getting closer. Louder.
Amara’s fingers tightened in Kola’s shirt. Panic rose sharply in her chest.
“Kola,” she whispered, voice shaky. “We have to stop. Please.”
He looked at her. His forehead rested against hers. He was still deep, still joined with her, feeling every frantic beat of her heart.
“Say it,” he murmured. “Tell me to stop.”
She opened her mouth. The words were right there. But they didn’t come out.
Outside, the footsteps slowed. Someone called out, asking which room. The woman in the doorway shifted, clearly torn.
“Five seconds,” she said quietly.
Kola gave the smallest, slowest shift of his hips. Amara’s breath caught hard. A soft, involuntary sound almost escaped. She bit her lip to hold it back, her body reacting even now — warm, sensitive, still holding him. Heat rolled through her again, sharp and overwhelming.
The woman outside made a small, shocked sound.
“I’m closing the door,” she said suddenly. “But you need to separate. Now.”
She pulled the door shut quickly. The latch clicked.
Silence filled the room for a moment.
Amara was shaking. Her forehead rested against Kola’s. She could still feel him — close, warm, unmoving inside her.
“They’re going to come back,” she whispered.
“I know.”
He didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips while he stayed deep. His hand slid slowly up her side, then back down to her hip.
Outside, the voices grew louder again.
Someone was walking straight toward their door.
And this time, they weren’t alone.
To be continued…

She gave them ten seconds.
He still didn’t pull away.
Then she closed the door… but more people are coming back.
Would you have finally stopped? 👀