CHAPTER FOUR

WHERE TO LOVE?

After getting to the Agyapong's villa, I got to know through a lot of difficulties and a little bit of bribery to the workers there that Mr. Agyapong has left the country with his beloved wife to celebrate his retirement in South Africa. I cursed my luck and headed home.

I have to think of something to save myself and my family but nothing was coming up.

Frustrated,  I went back to the apartment I share with my friend Maryrose. I believed she might be able to give me an idea. So, back to the arms of Maryrose.

As I neared the apartment, I spotted two guys dressed in dark suits, it reminded me of the movie Men in Black. They were looking intimidating like the previous guys at my father's house.

Before I could put two and two together, they had already surrounded me. And then it hit me, they were the same guys I saw at my father's house.

It is times like this that you need the a miracle or a spell to hide, but we all know, those never happens.

I was actually trapped with the two macho men beside me. I looked round and saw a man smoking in a Mercedes Benz. I guess I was so in my thoughts, I didn't notice the Porsche car.

He looked at me and there he was the devil himself. What was so annoying was that he managed to look more handsome every time we meet. And why is my stupid heart jumping up and down? Oh, of course I have seen my debtor.

"Where to love?" He says in his deep baritone voice that making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

"Nowhere, that concerns you." I retorted.

He smiles and says get in.

"Oh no lover boy, I'm not going anywhere with you and if don't move your dogs from me I will scream."

"Oh baby, I will make you scream under me very soon. Now get your ass in the car before I get angry."

I look round. Everybody around seems to be minding their business, going on about their life, I wonder who will come to my aid if I scream?

I didn't even get to opened my mouth when I felt myself being manhandled and thrown into the car. Loverboy covered my nose with a cloth and everything went blank.

When I finally woke up. I was naked on a bed and lover boy was sucking my left breast like a starve man. His two fingers were somewhere lost inside me making me wetter than I have ever been in life. I was being raped in my sleep. I tried to push him off me but it was as if he was made of rocks.

"Get the hell off me", I yelled.

"And go where, baby? I want a recap of last time."

And without warning he entered me fully. I scream

"Yeah, scream baby, welcome to hell."

I know I said, I wanted rough sex. That I want it hard and fast and he was doing it that way at the moment but this was pure rape and I wasn't having any of that.

I tried pushing him off me even though his full length was buried deep in me.

He grabbed my two hands and pinned them on top of me as he continued like a starve beast. Devouring me like there was no tomorrow.

It felt like punishment. But I didn't know what I had done wrong. I started to cry but he turns me around and start rough fucking me from behind.

I kept quiet then because it seems that my screams and cries were rather driving him on instead of stopping him. This man is a beast and I hate him. After what felt like eternity he came and this time inside me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him, crying. I was a crying mess when he was finally done with me. He was making me feel all helpless and defenseless and I wasn't liking it.

"You went to find my father." He replied and with that he left the bed and out of the door.

I felt disgusted with myself. I felt so dirty and used. I broke down again and cried till there were no tears left. And then I slept.

When I woke up there wasn't a sound in the room or outside, so I guess there was no one around. Where actually was I?

I got dressed in a pair of shorts and club tee that had been folded neatly on the table beside the bed. My previous clothes were now too tattered to be worn again.

I tried and walk out of the room which by that wasn't easy. The pain was bearable after a while but I noticed I was in a well-furnished story building that was decorated in white and black theme.

The walls were all white and the furniture were grey and black and the floors and ceilings were painted in a 3-D acrylic paint and it was beautiful. The whole house felt like home but it wasn't home to me.

I went for the door and found it locked. Shit! I tried the windows and there were all locked. Of course, the bastard locked me up. What do I do now? Even if I smash those louvers on the windows, how do I cut through those bars? I was starting to get a panic attack. My phone too wasn't with me. I started searching the house for anything at all. I search through all the five rooms, the kitchen, the living room every place and there was nothing.

I finally sat in one of the sofas in the living room and stared at the toy on the center table. The toy looked familiar, with all the dials and handle decorated in gold. And then it linked, a landline. I went to it and picked the receiver, hearing the sound from it told me that it was actually working. I signed a breath of relief and started to dial my father's number. It went through.

"Hello, daa?"

"I can see you found the landline."

My blood went cold. It was the bustard.

"Why do you have my dad's phone?"

"Oh sweety, any number you dial on my landline comes to me. If you think I'm lying call the police." And the line went dead.

I put the receiver down contemplated about what he said. Surly, it wasn't so. So, I called 119 and again he picked it up.

"Told you. Now tell me what you want to eat."

"Nothing you asshole. Let me out of here. I have done nothing to you. You've had your fun, now let me go."

He chuckled and said "you really don't get it right? You are mine and you are not going anywhere. And with that the line went dead again."

A couple of minutes later a knock sounded on the door and so I ran towards it. I quickly opened it while thanking God for whoever he sent to rescue me only to come face to face with one of my kidnappers.

The anger and the frustration that came over me that instant surprised even me. I hurled towards him, kicking and hitting him with all the strength I had left.

He didn't expect that, but the moment he came to his senses, he gave me a smack on my face that sent me to the floor.

"Bitch! Who the hell do you think you are?" He spat and started kicking my stomach. I couldn't get up from the ground as he continued his assaults on me and after a while, I saw dark spots and then heard a loud gunshot from somewhere close to me.

Blood from above me sprayed on me like a shower and a mass of weight crashed on me. I saw red and then my vision deserted me.

Thank you all for reading my story.