contract - Season 1 - Episode 44

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 44

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Pregnant.
They all looked the same way she felt,
drowsy and tired. Some were still asleep, but
some were struggling to keep their eyes
open. The bus wasn’t moving, she looked
around, trying to find a way to plan her
escape before she was shipped off to God
knows where.

She looked behind her, the modeling house
was still in sight. She sat up slowly, ignoring
the waves of pain that shot through her
back. She cracked her neck and knuckles,
feeling temporary relief, the craned her neck
to get a better look at the door.

She heard some men coming closer to her,
so she leaned down on the uncomfortable
leather seat and peered at them, being
careful while trying to make herself invisble.
One of them was holding a notepad and
writing things down, the other one, that
manager, was telling him something. She
strained her ears to listen into their
conversations.

“I want them arranged according to how
many months pregnant they are. I’ve put the
tags on their backs-”

Abena reached for her back and felt a piece
of paper plastered to her shirt.
“The nine months pregnant women would be
dropped first at the brown warehouse, a
doctor would be there to receive them, the
couple that wants the child is flying in
tomorrow. All the other ones should be
taken into the smaller warehouse. Feed
them well, so that by the time they’re due,
the babies would be healthy enough for
sale.”

Her jaw dropped and her breath quickened.
“You’re not coming with us to the east sir?”

The smaller man asked.

“No. I have urgent matters to attend to.
Don’t make any mistakes or else, he would
have my head.” The manager instructed
harshly.

“Yes sir.”
“Ahmed would follow you, he’ll be driving.
To make sure you don’t mess up. Get going
in the next ten minutes.”
The man nodded and scurried away.
Ten minutes.

She tried to stand up, then she noticed the
chain fastened on her leg. She swore loudly
earning the look of the manager.
He just smirked at her, a smirk that she
hated. A smirk that showed evil things to
come.

“You’re not going anywhere. So sit down,
and enjoy the ride.”
She placed her hand on her stomach, as
though she could protect it.
Protect her baby.
She had heard about them on the evening
news, they kidnapped pregnant women, and
gave their babies up for adoption, for a price
too.

She shook her head in disgust. Why buy a
baby when you could just adopt one?
Then she looked back, as the bus started to
move, and saw Tobi running frantically
towards them.
But he wasn’t fast enough.

…
Tobi drove furiously towards the modelling
house, two cars occupied by casually
dressed police men and some of Francis’
guys followed him in tow, trying desperately
to keep up with his speed.

Joseph sat beside him, shouting every time
they almost hit a car or a person. He would
have drove, but his leg was still bad. He had
to wrestle with the doctor, literally, before
he was allowed to leave.

“There it is!” Joseph exclaimed as they
pulled up sharply in front of the modelling
house. Tobi ran out of his car, slamming the
door harshly behind him, while Joseph folded
his arms in anger; he would be missing all
the action.