PART ONE OF THIS STORY HERE
⇓ ⇓ THIS IS PART TWO ⇓⇓
I became conscious after sometime. I was on a cold floor. I actually could not predict the duration since the time I was hit. I was in a dark place. My head was stiff and heavy, I could not raise it. I tried to move but all I could do was swim on the tiled floor. I extended by hands sideways to at least get hold of my friend- Baron. He was neither on my left nor right. I trembled. I felt something drop on my face. Lifting my hand slowly, I touched my right check. It was a drop of blood. I was shocked.
Tardily, I sat up with difficulty. I touched my heavy head to ascertain where I was bleeding. A sharp striking pain made me retract my hand abruptly. My hand had already become bloody. I now realized I had been hit by a white-gum booted man using a spade. I flashbacked how we had walked together with Baron and realized that someone might have kidnapped us.
‘Where am i?’
I asked myself these rhetorical questions.
I gazed around once again. It was pitch dark. I touched my thighs and pulled my dress downwards to cover them. In addition to the entire dilemma that I was in, a bad smell enveloped the atmosphere of the room. It reeked soo badly that I could actually sniff formalin as an alternative if at all I was blessed to have it.
I tried to get up. This time round, I was determined and willing. I pulled myself up and stood on my feet. I wondered which direction I would take. It was all dark. I started walking towards the unknown. I wanted to get hold of a wall. I had the mentality that the wall would help me in discovering the entire place especially the doors and the switch.
‘Ouch!’ I stepped on a sharp object that dug deep inside my feet. I quickly sat on the floor and applied firm pressure on the affected feet. The pain was excruciating. Nonetheless, I had to bear with it. I let my right hand survey for the object around the place. It was a bone. A long bone indeed, just like a ‘humerous’ bone of a teenager. I held it tightly in my right arm and got up once again. I started walking towards the place I was previously headed as I limped. The pin drop silence in the place would make me confuse my heartbeat for someone else. Each step I made produced a sound that sometimes made me tremble.
I arrived at a dead end. Alas! I held something. It was round and soft like a table stand. I made a step forward and landed on a lower surface. I extended my hand on the right side and touched something similar. It was a staircase headed downwards. I took another step as I followed the staircase downwards. It was a spiral staircase. I could see some dull lighting at the end of the staircase. I stealthily walked towards the lighting as I threw my sharp eyes on all angles like a chameleon. I knew this place was not good. The smell and the appearance were almost gothic. There was something terribly wrong inside this house. I told myself.
I landed on a room just after the last staircase. I gazed around and above too. It was an old looking room with worn out paints. The lighting was dull and kept flickering on and off. I trembled even more. At the corner of the room, was an open ramshackle door that kept swinging and screeching.
‘Should I go?’ I asked myself. ‘Maybe that’s the place that they have kept Baron.’ I thought to myself. I looked around for something I could use as a weapon. On my far left, was a black iron bar on the dirty floor. I picked it up and held it tightly on my left arm as I started walking towards the swinging door. Just before I kicked the door open, I stood for a while as I meditated of what would happen to me. However, I motivated myself and pushed the door open.
‘Oh my god!’ I screamed soo loudly and covered my mouth with both my palms dropping all the weapons I had carried on the ground. Immediately, my urine sphincter opened up and I could not help rather than feel my insides becoming wet and my brown thighs acting as a pathway for the boluses of urine to pass on. I almost pooped but thanks to my body mechanisms, my sphincter was too strong to hold onto. I stood there perplexed wondering what to do next. In front of me was a metallic table, beautified with bloodstains, which had chains on all the four corners. At the right corner, was something that looked like a bathtub that had been filled with blood. Next to the bathtub was a fridge whose white color had faded to allow the red color dominate its outsides.
I kept moving my head watching the items before me. On my left was a bottle full of necklaces, braces, wedding rings and other jewelries.
‘Maybe these people were killed and their jewelry taken’ I thought to myself. I looked around and behind myself, there was total silence. Only the fluorescent tubes made noises as it flickered severally. I got hold of my bone again. This time round, I increased the grip on my hand. I walked slowly towards the fridge and with no hesitation, I opened it.
I was perplexed and transfixed to the ground. My hairs (all hair) stood on ends as I tried in dire need to interpret what that was flowing from the fridge. Just then, someone gripped my mouth. I tried to remove the bold hand but I could not, it was too strong. The person put some wet cloth on my nose such that I could not be able to breath. It had been drugged. I could feel myself behaving and visualizing blur figures gradually. I felt myself becoming weaker and weaker. After about 1 minute, I lost myself. ⇒⇒ CLICK ME FOR PART THREE PHANTOM
AFTERWARDS: THE MAID IN JEOPARDY
Posted on February 19, 2017, in Extreme Shocking and tagged African, blog, CLUB, girl, ladies, LoVe, MELTINGICETOWERS, NATURE, oppression, poem, poetry, romantic, women, youth. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.