The Activist - Season 1 - Episode 32

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The Activist - Season 1 - Episode 32

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As Tade walked out, Chuks was walking into something he did not like.

Another in-course was in place and as usual Dotun was not prepared for it. This time it was another student, Ronke that was involved and did not budge.

People were expecting a fight, even a quarrel, but Dotun kept his cool.

It was not for nothing.

Ronke was a party girl and as such lived in town, Mayfair to be exact. She found campus boring ( more church programs) and always took to clubs to dance and party. This time around, one of her friends, a yahoo boy known as Fine boy ( for he was ugly but had some cash) was holding a party in her area and as usual, she was invited. Ronke, not the one to miss such a party, went for the party full prepared, slutty as they come.

The party was blazing, with drinks and food aplenty, and the ‘party’ folks all present- the yahoo guys, the young, rich, spoiled kids, the ‘aristos’ and their babes, prostitutes posing as students and free flowing party folk.

As she drank and ate, she was invited to dance by a handsome dude (okay, he was not that handsome but he was okay). Drunk already, she did not mind dancing with him as she did not care.

Her dance was disoriented and tiring. As soon as the ‘dude’ noticed that, he suggested that they should drive to his place. Normally, Ronke won’t have given a thought to it, but alcohol is a bast*rd, she damned it and followed him to a Range Rover as he drove away.

They were already gone past Lagere and entering Sabo when Dotun choked his head from the rear seat.
“Ronke, how are you?”

Ronke suddenly woke up. She heaved a sigh of relief,seeing herself in a house not in a car. At least I did not go to the party, she thought.
As she attempted to move, she noticed her legs were bound. Realizing that save for her head and trunk, she could not move any part of her body, she began to cry, attracting the attention of her captors. Soon enough, the lights were on and she found, much to her dismay that her legs and hands were separated, making her open to any intrusion to her v*gina.

The dude who took her away from the party soon stood up and walked towards her, touching her from the neck upwards and slapping her n*ked b*obs, causing her pain. As she looked at him with pleading eyes, he shook his head but removed the cloth used to block her mouth.

Dotun soon came forward, with six other hefty men, semi-naked and holding condoms. Ronke’s eyes expanded as it occurred to her that she was to be gang-raped.

“Dotun, please I beg you in the name of God, Jesus, Allah, Mohammed, whatever God you worship, don’t do this.” She said, tears freely flowing from her eyes. Dotun and his men started to laugh, their laughter being amplified by her tears.

“Where do you think you are? Who do you think you are talking to? You were feeling important because I asked you for expo, abi?”
He said, snarling at her.

“Cold-boy!” He called one of the six men, a hefty dark dude with broad chest and six packs, who was naked from his head to his feet (unlike the rest who wore their shirts but allowed their d!cks and legs to hang free).
As he approached, Dotun gave a hand sign and pointed to Ronke. Within a split second, she had received two slaps on her face and had her mouth stuffed with cloth.

“Oya, make we start” Ronke’s eyes widened much more as she made a futile struggle to break free from her bonds, causing her captors to laugh.

]Two hours later, she was left alone, her body shaking with dry tears. She looked at her body and tried to talk, but found only air coming out of the mouth. Her mouth was free but she could not shout, for her captors were around. Besides she had gone through what is a woman’s worst nightmare- rape, and she had experienced it six times.

She looked sideways and saw her ‘dude’- the guy who deceived her and brought her this pain looking at her with some pity. Probably he did not know that is was part of the plan.

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Sunday watched as men continued to enter into the ‘sacred groove’ of the girl and felt disgusted. He was told and tutored in many things when he joined the frat, but how to become totally heartless eluded his mind. For Heavens sake, this was a young girl, scarred for life. He knew that Dotun would not stop here nor would he mount her. Dotun did not do it because he loved rape, in fact with all his knowledge of Dotun he knew that Dotun does not rape. He did it because he wanted her to suffer.

And what she had experienced was Part 1 of a film, the Part 2 from what he heard will be gruesome.

According to Spider (one of the guys with Dotun), they plan to open her Vag*na and pour concentrated Hydrochloric acid into it. They also planned to bath her body with the acid and then force her to gulp the acid down her mouth, destroying her body systems.
They plan to kill her that way.

As he looked at her, he felt pity. Its bad enough what they want to do, but to deface her on top of it and then kill her? That’s just too much for him to bear. He then decided to help her.

After making sure that the door was locked, he walked towards her with a knife. Ronke was shaking, obviously fearing another rape when he cut the cloth binding one of her legs.
A swift kick followed, almost knocking him off.