HANNAH N’ OLIVER 3
Written by : KeN And Speranza
[ Part One ]
[ Part Two ]
HANNAH AND OLIVER: [PART THREE]
They approached an old looking hall full of young looking rugged women. She was dropped inside the hall where she lay helpless like a strand of spaghetti draped over furniture. She lay unconscious on the floor. The women in the place looked weak and feeble. Their faces had huge pregnant stories to tell. Where was this place? She automatically knew that something was not right. The two men who had brought her walked towards the door and locked it from the outside.
She slowly raised her head and gazed at the surroundings around her. She was appalled. A horde of young ladies lay helpless on the floor of the hall. They seemed abused, intoxicated and dehydrated. As she was trying to get herself up, she felt something pressing hard on her cleavage area. She slowly inserted her left hand inside her dress and unmasked a tag that had been permanently inscribed around her neck. It was written no. 1061. She gazed at it again. She noted that all the ladies inside the hall had the same tag but a different number. She wondered what it meant.
The hall was dark. It was during the night. Her watch read 1am. She sat at the corner of the hall wondering about her fate. She hunched up her legs until the knees touched her chest. She held herself and started staring at the young girls. She wondered why they looked so weak and feeble. She wondered what they were being subjected to. Some of the ladies were ‘au natural’ while some had torn clothes that exposed their unwashed bodies. She noted that some of them had fresh cuts and scars on their faces and thighs. Hannah’s heart pounded hard as she realized that this was not a bed of roses. The condition that the ladies were in, explained it all.
Hannah looked at her black fitting dress. She remembered how that dress impressed Oliver. She remembered how they had that clean love. The memories of how Oliver was such a gentleman to her. She dropped a tear . All of a sudden, she cried painfully in silent as she wondered where she was. She did not want to feel abandoned as she felt at the moment. She wiped her tears with her palms. She wondered how Oliver could have suffered at the moment whilst looking for her. Could he be in police custody? She had that feeling that Oliver was looking for her. He was her only hope inside the hall.
Abruptly, she had a woman groaning at the corner of the room. She responded to her cries by walking gradually between the ladies inside the hall to the lady. She did not want to wake any of them. She held the ladies head and rested it on her chest. She slowly put her long hair on the nape of the head exposing her pale face.
‘Shshshshshshhhh!’ Hannah informed her to maintain silence.
‘Are you in pain?’ she asked her. ’my name is Hannah’
‘I’m Jennifer. I have a deep wound on my navel which aches every day.’ She responded.
Out of curiosity, Hannah pushed her hands inside her clothes lifting her blouse above her stomach. She was shocked. A deep cut that had lacerated through her navel was bleeding. Furthermore, it had a bad smell confirming it has been there for days.
‘What happened?’ Hannah asked.
‘These men who come to serve food every 5pm took me to an isolated room and tried to rape me. They tried to rip my clothes open while slapping me continuously. I could not allow them. One of the guys stabbed me in my stomach overpowering me completely. They raped me while I bled. After they were through, they dropped me inside this hall unconscious. I am just in pain every single day.’
Hannah could not believe the monstrosity inside the people who were oppressing them. She could not even try imagining what that had happened. She gazed at the woman again. She slowly pulled out her tag. It was no. 894. She squinted her eyes again.
‘What’s this?’ Hannah asked
‘It’s a tag. They call us using that number when shipping time comes. Every week, 30 of us are taken and put inside the container that is put on the ship for human trafficking business.’ Jennifer responded.
‘Really? We are here as slaves for export? What happens when one rebels? ‘ Hannah asked.
‘When you rebel, you are beaten and kept in an isolation room where gangs of men visit you every moment they feel like. It is nasty! Its hell! ‘ Jennifer responded.
Hannah’s heart skipped. Her mind was in sixes and sevens. She was the only healthy looking lady inside the hall. She could not believe what that she was expecting. She remembered Oliver. A tear dropped down her spotless cheeks. She did not want to feel abandoned by him. By his side, she felt safe.
She had steps approaching the main door that led inside the hall. The door opened and a group of four men entered the hall. Two of them had adorned black suits and seemed to be government people. The other two were the usual soldiers who kept mistreating the women. A bell was rang. Hannah checked her watch; it was 4 am in the morning. All the ladies got up. Those who were dubbed as so lazy to stand up were kicked hard and forced to get up. The week had come to a halt and it was time for the next shipment.
‘When I call your name, head this way !’ the soldier said as he showed the direction using his palm.
‘890! 891 , 892, 893, 894 …..’
Hannah looked at Jennifer. They both gazed at each other. Jennifer’s number had already been announced. Hannah could not believe it. She slowly went to the front and headed outside while holding her paining navel. After all the ladies had been separated, the black-suited guys walked outside with them. The other two soldiers were left inside the hall marauding and scanning for the newest lady in the squad. They stopped at Hannah.
‘This is the one.’ He said. ‘She is No. 1061. We will enjoy her for long before her shipment’ he said as he kissed her right cheek leaving a dirty spot.
She stood firm and erect on the floor. Never had she approached such men in her entire lifetime. These were not men. She told herself. Hannah did not move even a muscle. She watched them as they walked outside the hall.
Just as they were busy stuffing the ladies one by one inside a cement container, the police squad arrived at the scene. The container had been completely surrounded. The scene was unbearable as uncountable shots were fired at the two parties. After some minutes of horror and ricochets, there was pin-drop silence. Oliver had hid inside the police car almost stuffing himself under the seats. He slowly raised his head and peeped outside only to sigh with relief. The police had overpowered the kidnappers. The ladies inside the truck were lined up in a line by the police. Oliver could not identify Hannah.
‘No, Hannah isn’t here.’ He responded with shock as he walked to one of the ladies.
‘Are there any other ladies left?’ he asked
‘Yeah. They are in one huge hall inside this building.’ One of the girls’ responded.
A search was performed for the entire building recovering all the ladies including Hannah. As Hannah saw Oliver at a distance, they all started running towards each other. They hugged lovely as Hannah held Oliver tightly kissing him everywhere. She was extremely happy about the rescue.
‘I lost you once and am not ever loosing you again’ he said as he hugged her once again. This time the hug took minutes as they cried together. It had been a struggle. Hannah was still in shock as she remembered what the soldier had vowed ‘we will enjoy her for long before her shipment’ she was still in tension mode.
‘We have to go home now’ he said. ‘You will inform me the entire story when we arrive.’
The kidnapping cartels were hunted down and the perpetrators brought to justice.
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