… Continued from Chapter Five
I was a little surprised at Collins’ behaviour and to be honest I wasn’t tipsy or high enough for that kind of advance so I stopped his hand
“Can we leave now?” I suggested a little disgusted at his antics.
“Why?” he replied, “I thought we were just beginning to enjoy ourselves here?”
“Let’s leave here, I’m not comfortable here anymore,” I replied taciturnly.
“Okay, whatever you say, princess.”
We were finally heading to the event. On our way, he apologized but from what I could see there was no sign of remorse in his words and I was sure he would still make his move. Now, I was beginning to contemplate the cost of that free dress.
I wasn’t attracted to Collins, so I tried to avoid giving him a ‘green light’ or hope that he had a chance with me. Sometimes I wonder why as soon as a man parts with some ‘change’, he feels entitled to have access to a woman’s body whenever he pleases.
By the time we arrived at the venue of the event, we were really out of shape and I couldn’t recall clearly the events that ensued afterwards. I faintly remember commotion everywhere; I also remember chugging down a bottle of champagne.
That’s when I totally blanked out and next thing I open my eyes to this nightmare hostage situation. Minutes later, I woke up tied to a chair underneath a faint spotlight from a bulb which was barely hanging from shoddy wires. The two men sitting directly opposite stared at me like I was their last supper. I was mortified at the sight of them but a little surprised to see how well-dressed they were. They didn’t look like criminals; one of them wore a black suit and the other was dressed a bit casual in jeans, a white shirt and a waistcoat, making the gun strapped on his waist visible. Whoever these men were, I was finally faced with my captors.
First guy: “We won’t hurt you but whether you walk out of here alive or otherwise will totally depend on the kind of answers you provide to our questions.”
Second guy: “How many of you came to our party?”
“This must be a mistake; I only accompanied a friend to the party”
“What’s your friend’s name?”
“Collins” I replied.
The conversations went awry at this point. They threatened to torture and kill me if I didn’t admit I was a member of the rival cult which Collins belonged to. It dawned on me: I was caught in the middle of a cult war.
“Please I beg you, I am not their member, I only accompanied him to this event!”
“But you’re wearing a black dress? Could you explain that to me?”
“He was the one that bought this dress for me! I don’t have anything to do with it!”
“So he is your boyfriend? I will waste you if you don’t start talking” he said raising his voice.
“He is not my boyfriend. Please, I beg you. I am just an ordinary person. Spare my life” I wept as I pleaded with them.
“I personally shot him and I won’t spare you,” the guy wearing the waistcoat said he said while pointing his gun at me. “You guys thought you could fly your colour at our event, abi?”
On hearing this, I cried even louder; Collins had been shot but managed to escape injured, I, on the other hand, had my fate solely vested in the hands of two unstable gang members. Isn’t it amazing how one minute you’re enjoying yourself living your life, and next thing your life hanging in the balance?
“Shut up! No one can hear you!” he said but I could hear the voice of someone crying from the other room, “There are other hostages,” I thought to myself. “Sooner or later they’d realize I am just a regular girl who got caught at the wrong place with the wrong guy.” While I was contemplating these thoughts, the lights went out and suddenly gunshots went off!
To be continued next week…