Stripped from head to toe; bound hands and feet, mouth-tied, blindfolded and shrouded by uncertainty, I sat hopelessly in the dark recess of oblivion. My only wish was at least to confront my foes eyeball to eyeball. If this was going to be my last phase on earth, then I want to face ii bravely. I want to look death I the eyes and wrestle its body.
I took a deep breath and heaved a very deep sigh. I couldn’t exactly place a hand on what the sigh was for. Maybe it was out of exhaustion. Maybe out of hopelessness. Or maybe just out of fear. Fear, of what life held for me at that very moment. The room I had been kept in was very quiet. You could hear nothing but the sounds of your own breath and movements. From my own analysis, I could conclude that it was a sound proofed room, probably built for special private purposes. If you’ve ever been to a studio, you’ll understand what I mean. I felt like I was in a well-padded room, soundproofed from external noise.
Time, there in the dark, was nothing but an illusion. I’d lost track of it. I couldn’t tell if it was morning, noon or night. Everything felt like nothing. Nothing at that point, meant anything to me as much as the desire to live again with the slightest air of freedom. I couldn’t tell for how long it was that I had passed out after my drugged breakfast of coffee and cookies, which landed me in this mess. “Or was I dead?” I thought. Was this what it actually felt like to be dead? To exist in timelessness?
I had tried so hard to keep myself from believing that my boss, Sean, knows anything about or had a hand in my present predicament, but the harder I tried, the stronger the thought fought its way through. Tears reeled down my cheek as the memories replayed in my head; his advances towards me, his niceness and how jovial he always is. Then I recalled my shock when I realized my phone had been accessed and then formatted. I recalled also what he had told me about his encounter with the policemen, and then finally I recalled his note that accompanied my deathly breakfast. “Could this be a part of a big plan that is yet to be unveiled? A deadly snare? A setup?” I thought. “But why would Sean set me up? It’s very obvious he is so into me. Or was it all a pretentious part that he played out well to get me trapped? But for what reason exactly? I have nothing. I mean nothing! Not even a hundredth of what he has and is. So why all these?” I was still trying to process the million thoughts in my head, when I felt an inflow of air accompanied with a very strong smelling perfume. Someone had just walked in.
The person walked up close to me and the next I felt was a resounding slap on the left side of my cheek. I groaned. The slap was followed by a jab to my stomach and then my back. I could do nothing but groan and wriggle in pains. Another slap landed at the back of my head sending my whole body flat to the floor. I waited in fear for more of the torture but it didn’t come again. I concluded the person must have left the room. I tried to assume back a sitting position, but my whole body hurt so badly. After several trials that made me feel nothing but more pains, I resolved to quietly lie down and wait for whatever next was coming. I had a feeling my backbone might have been slightly broken as a result of the jabs and the left side of my cheek felt as if it has been peeled off by the slap. After a while, I felt myself being carried by two people, one held my hands and the other my feet. I was being moved out of the room. I had slept off after moments after I had been beaten, which was why I didn’t notice when they came in. The thoughts of my parents and siblings flashed through my head. “All the promises I made them; all the dreams I have ever had, of what use are they now? I would never see them again and they would never know what happened to me,” I thought.
My hands and feet were untied and just as I was feeling relieved of it, I was made to sit down on a chair and had my whole body tied to it. The blind fold as well as the mouth-tie were remove. I felt the two people walk away. Suddenly, my eyes were hit by series of floodlights, I squinted until my eyes were able to adjust to the lights properly. “Who the fuuck are you people?” I screamed. “Show your ugly coward infested faces. Come ooooooooonnnn! Let me see your shit plastered face,” I yelled. Then from behind I heard someone pull a trigger. My whole body stiffened. “I am not afraid to die, fuckers. Let me see your face before I die, you coward. Leeettt meeee see your fucking face!” I yelled angrily. Then I felt a -coldness on my head. The gun was there on the right side of my head, waiting cold and still. “One more word Jay, and I will blow out your pathetic brains off your pretty face.” It was a woman’s voice.
She left the back and walked right into my face. She was stark naked, just like I was. Her breasts firm and well-shaped. Her hips were beautifully curvy and her belly was flat. She wore a red high heeled shoe and walked elegantly and comfortably in it. Her face was concealed behind a white party mask. “Hi Kelechi, do you like my tits?” she said as she squatted right in front of me. “I’m not sure we’ve met, not even in our dreams. But I sure do know a lot about you,” she said and then giggled lightly. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” I asked tiredly. “One more word from your luscious lips Kay, and that will be the end of your sorry-life,” she said waving her shot-gun before me. “Here, only one person makes the rules and it is the person with the gun. Do you understand?” she threatened. I kept quiet. She stood up, turned her back to me, walked some inches away, and swerved immediately to face me again. “Would you love some head, Kay? Urhhhhh! I feel like…. Hmmmm… so horny right now. Ohhh! I see. You don’t like me one bit, right? What’s the matter boy? Hmm? What don’t you like really? My hips? My breasts? My butts? What? Are they not firm enough?” she said as she moved closer to me and squatted again. “What don’t you like about me, you bastard? Huh?” she retorted with anger. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to do but…” she cut short my talking back with a dirty slap, again on my left cheek. I felt blood rolling out of my nose. “Now listen to me you retarded bastard. I do the talking here and you only have a chance to speak, if I ask you to. Understood?” I kept quiet. She yelled at me again, “UN-DERR-STOOOD?” “Yes,” I replied drowsily. “That’s my boy. Now Kelechi, oh no! Kay is sexier,” she said and laughed boisterously. “Kayyyy? Will you cum inside of me if I wanted you to? You and I could make some pretty babies together. Or what do you think sweerieeee?” She said touching my thighs, and then my stomach. I felt very irritated. ”Goooshhhh! How can someone be so disgusting,” I thought. “And the way she calls my name… Kayyyyyy! Could there be a better replacement for disgusting?” Every moment looked so slimy and annoying, just watching her form sexy and wicked at the same time.
She stood up again walked few inches away, turns slowly and pointed the gun at me. “Kay? I can with one shot, disintegrate your fucking pretty face off your damn neck you know,” she said sternly looking straight at me. “I don’t know what it is I had done to anyone to deserve this kind of torture, but I ask your forgiveness. I just want to go and live my life quietly. Whatever it is I ask your forgiveness and pledge it will never happen again,” I stuttered. “Oh sure… it will never happen again. I’ll make sure it never happens again, you poor thing” she said softly and then immediately concluded with a yell “Didn’t I warn you not to say a word.” Then she switched back to talking softly, And oh, Kay. I know about what happened two streets away from your house two nights ago. Also, I have every single data from your cellphone, contacts, chats and every single picture you ever had in it,” she said lightly with a faint smile. My whole melted with fear. I tried to control the subtle shiver creeping up my legs.
I didn’t know what exactly to think. I was still overwhelmed with fear when she said, “Hey Kay, would you love some twerking? Ohhh noooo! Poor thing. I almost forgot. You don’t do women right?” she mocked. My heart sank. I was gravely terrified. This is so much information about me for one person to have, and trying to think about how she came about them beat my imagination. “You prefer your like, right? Right?” she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at me. “Yes...Yessss, I prefer my likes,” I screamed. “Good,” she said. “Good you know because you took something that belonged to me – something very important; very special. I waited patiently for this time, to take it back from you, or maybe not. Maybe just to teach you never to tamper with what you can’t afford, next time,” she said, staring right into my eyes. “I know you’re wondering who I am, how I got the whole information about you but most importantly, what you took from me. Well, I will reveal to you who I am right now, then we both can figure out how the rest had happened. And that would end this session with you. I really did have a good time Kay. You’re quite an interesting personality,” she said.
She bent down to face me and then pulled of the white party mask that had concealed her face all the while. I passed out.
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THANKS to everyone who's been a source of encouragement since this story series began. You have spurred us into discovering a par of us that I indeed took for granted for long.
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