Story: Treasure And The Lucky Digger – Episode 6
Their wicked grin still continued. His body sprawled on the ground there; not moving. The hot tears that had sprung out of my eyes increased with my heartbeat. Festus was knocked unconscious by the guy that abducted me a while ago. Those cultists were eight in number, with red straps around their wrists. My heart almost burst open immediately the giant stick landed on Festus’ head. Even now I wasn’t sure if his skull had not fractured. I prayed he wouldn’t die. If he did, I swore I would follow him.
About ten minutes ago when I was about to start my car, a gun pointed at my ear; a rough masculine voice then asked me to cooperate and follow him to wherever he was going. Looking at the guy, he was tall and fit, and his mouth stunk with Indian hemp. Getting nauseated, I gagged on the acrid odour. He asked me to cheer up and follow him gently like I was his boyfriend. Of course, I did. I was taken to his four accomplices who gathered behind the dark alley of the hall. The only light at the spot was the red glow at the butts of their weeds and cigarettes. They’d threatened me to contact Festus. They pointed a gun at my skull as they urged me to be calm so that he wouldn’t suspect anything. I tried to caution myself, but fear gripped me – it gripped my voice more. My fear was not for the gun, but for what they might do to Festus.
Festus was lifted by two among those guys, and another person also carried me across his shoulder. I started struggling, but a raspy voice asked me to stay quiet. And I quickly obliged.
Finally I met myself at a clearing in a jungle where tongues of flames kept dancing in the air from a bonfire. One of them began to tie Festus to a tree – around his chest and legs.
They dropped me on the ground. I saw five people seated around the bonfire. After a while they all began to recite some words that sounded like a foreign language in my ears. I believed it was an incantation. They started jugging around the fire while uttering those incomprehensible words.
Then, I heard a familiar voice from across the burning logs. The voice told me that today was the day he would destroy his obstruction. It dawned on me that it was the guy who had been pestering me on campus for almost a month. He was Kinsley by name – popularly known as KAY-EURO. His parents were very rich. He said I was his type of girl since I had also come from a very rich home. I never knew Kay-Euro was a cultist! Had I known, I would have acted as if I’d accepted his proposal. I had pushed him out of my way several times.
“Now I know the reason why you’ve been avoiding me!” He had whispered to my ear two days ago, in a restaurant on campus. I was standing while buying something from the bar when I heard his voice from behind.
When I turned back I said, “Yes. you again? what’s it this time around?”
“I will fuck you up!” He said firmly, but in a low tone, “So, you treating me like shit because of that wretched brat. huh?”
I didn’t say anything. I just walked out on him as he rattled on.
“I gonna deal with both of you. Bullshit! Bullshit!”
That was the last word I had heard from him on that day. I never knew he meant it. According to rumour, I learnt he had been staying in the U.S right from his childhood. He was a dropout from Oxford university before his parent bundled him back to Nigeria. He started from 100 level, and he had spent seven years in school for four-years course due to continuous carry-overs. Besides, he was not my type of guy. Although he was fair and extremely handsome, but nothing about him seemed to interest me. My heart never beat for him. No accounting for taste truly. If not, how would Festus steal my heart away at first sight?
Back to the frightening scene. Their dancing soon came to a halt. One of them brought out some clothes from a hiding behind the tree. They all wore the red uniforms that had black images of scorpions on them. As if the uniform itself was a devilish spirit on its own, their faces became more sinister and their eyes seemed to spit fire as they glared at Festus. He was now awake from unconsciousness. I heard him cough and sneeze as one of them placed a raw weed by his nostrils, and another person slapped him hard on the face.
I was sitting there, staring with horror. I could feel my veins forcing the blood in my limbs to my head and vice versa. I felt sweat gathering in my palms, my lips trembling, my body quivering. Violently, my heart started butting behind my chest like a mad ram. I was very nervous.
“You dare drag a girl with me on this campus!” Kingsley said between clenched teeth as he pointed at Festus from across the burning logs. “Ha! Ha!! Ha!!!” His throat burst out with a murderous grin. And he ended it by smiling like an innocent boy – a smile that seemed more dangerous than his previous outburst.
“You are a dead meat!” said another person beside Kingsley.
Kingsley stretched forth his palm at the person that spoke as gesture for him to pause. I guessed he was their leader for his authority among them. And Immediately his face directed towards me.
“And you!” He pointed at me, “If not for love … that wicked thing called love that makes a tiger behave like a sheep. I, Kay-Euro, the scorpion king, that stings without mercy, was rejected by you!” He paused, shaking his head and walked close to Festus. He looked at Festus in the eyes, smiled and continued “I shall taste your girlfriend before your two naked eyes. And I may kill you afterwards. I hope you will enjoy the live pornography …. Some of my members might also be interested in the show. Am I right?” He asked, turning back.
They all answered, “Yes, King!”
With that, Kingsley burst into a resounding mocking laughter.
Oh, my God! come and save me from this. I couldn’t afford to be raped before my lover. This would be the worst experience. When Kingsley turned back to meet his members I managed to see Fetus’ eyes from the reflected light. His eyes seemed to be shining with tears, and he shook his head limply.
My headache was aggravated by what I heard from Kay-Euro. Rape was that incident I dread most for my lover! It would depress me to the point of death even If I heard about it. What if it was performed in my presence? I wished I was rather knocked unconscious before they carried out their operation . Oh, Jesus! I couldn’t stand this. I wish Kay-Euro would change his mind.
“God, please forgive me,” I whispered with tears-bathed face, “forgive me if my past is beginning to catch up on me. I can’t stand the pain that would be caused to Sharon. If this rape is carried out as planned, it might make my love for Sharon turn to hatred.”
I shook my head slowly. I couldn’t afford to lose the love I had for Sharon. If she was raped by all these terrible guys, would I ever forget?
Would I ever forget the rhythms of their jerks, their sweats, her painful moans, with the varieties of manhood? What an anguish! How would I ever erase this memory off my mind? And my life wasn’t safe either.
Kay-Euro asked his members to bring Sharon right in front of me while he unbuckled his belt.
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