My Madam And I - S01 E126

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My Madam And I - S01 E126

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 126

I tried not to doze off so as not to be strangled in my sleep. But nature is a b---h.

While I was in a deep sleep, I felt something covering my face and I woke up to a pillow suffocating me to death. I struggled but someone held my hands so strong I couldn’t move it. The one with the pillow crossed his legs across my body and sat on my stomach to forcefully pin me down. I struggled in vain wondering where the police was and praying someone comes to my rescue. And I suddenly started feeling blank and weak and hot urine left me.

The pillow left me and I felt someone moving away from me. I coughed, trying very hard to catch my breath. That was when I saw the white”thug guy” and his colleague grinning mischievously.

“You just got a taste. Better don’t sleep”. The thug guy said and laid on his bed still looking at me.

I saw death and back, and that scared the poo out of me. I didn’t know if to sit or stand coupled with the embracement of peeing on myself. I just sat on my bed looking at them lying comfortably with their eyes close.

“Mike!” a fat police officer called. “Someone is here to see you”.

I stood up, looking at the wet patch on my trouser. I tried to cover it but there was nothing I could do to conceal it.

“Hurry up!”. The police man yelled.

I moved towards him feeling ridiculous. The police officer opened the door and was looking at the wet batch on me.

“What’s wrong with you? You couldn’t use the toilet?” The police said.

I ignored him and walked beside him to an office where a black man on a grey suit sat beside Phila. She wasn’t particularly happy to see me; I felt perhaps it could be because of the trouble I caused her.

“Hello Mike”. The man said in a foreign ascent standing to shake hands with me. ‘’I am barrister James”.

I sat opposite Phila and was looking towards her to know if she will smile or ask of about my welfare, but she just kept an expressionless stair at me.

‘’So Mike, have you said anything to these guys?” Barrister James asked.

“No, just filled in my information and was put in that dump”. I said.

The lawyer screened what I said in his head, and then continued.

“Now tell me, don’t keep anything out. What really happened?”. Said barrister James.

I narrated everything to him and was still confused why Phila hasn’t said anything yet. So I turned to her and asked.

“How are you?”.

“Am fine”. She replied and looked away.

“Just don’t say anything aside you didn’t steal from Miss. Paula, and you acted based on fright, that’s why you assaulted the police”.

I wondered why an old woman should be baring Miss and then said to Barrister James.

“But that’s what happened, I didn’t steal from her and I acted on fright. I really thought he was going to hurt me”.

“It’s okay, you will be out soon. You’ve be scheduled for a hearing tomorrow. Just keep your words okay”. The lawyer said, noted something on his note. And stood up, shook hands with before heading for the door.

Phila wanted to go with her but I held her back and whispered.

“What’s going on? Why are you acting this way?”

She just looked at me, gently took my hands off her and joined the lawyer at the door. The fat police officer came in and led me to my cell.

I stayed up all night for the fear of my life watching those two bullies snore throughout. I did pushups and pullovers so as to stay awake.

Early the next day, I felt very weak, sleepy with a terrible migraine. The thug guy woke up first and sat up on his bed.

“Hey black man”. He called.

I took a glance at him and back to the top my bunker where I laid.

“Hope you slept well?” He said grinning.

I ignored him and went to ease myself.

The guy forcefully pulled me back and my urine splashed everywhere and on me.

“How dare you ignore me!” he said enraged.

I put back my rod inside my pants. By this time his colleague had woken from sleep and was down from his top bunker.

“When-I – talk, you reply. Do-you-get?” he said, emphasizing on every word in a rigid tone dragging me by my collar.

I pushed him with all the strength in me and he fell backwards hitting his head on the beds iron rim and fell on his knees. His colleague’s eyes opened wide as he looked at his friend and then to me. I knew I have touched the lion’s tail, and I was waiting for the outcome.

He jumped down from the bed and checked on his friend. He helped him up and the thug guy sat gently on the bed with a hand at the back of his head. He took it off from his head and looked at it, when he saw blood, his eyes widened. He looked up abruptly at me and back to his blood stain hand.

“Stroke, take this guy down!” The thug guy said to his friend in a low tired tone.

Stroke looked at me maliciously, joined his fist together and then started walking towards me. I wondered first why I haven’t heard him talk before looking around for a weapon. When I couldn’t find any, I started shouting for help, hitting the iron protector very hard.

An officer came to the front of our cell and said.

“Why are you shouting?”

I explained to him what was about to happen and he looked towards the direction of the thug guy, and the thug guy made a pathetic face and showed him the blood stain on his hand.

“What happened to him?” asked the police officer.

“He attacked me!”. I said yelled immediately.

The other police officer I assaulted joined the first who was going to probe more and asked.

“what’s going on here?” he asked.

The first police officer explained in the least of his knowledge , and he looked at me in a scary way and said to his colleague with his eyes locked on me.

“this guy did this to me”. Pointing the bruise on his head.

His colleague looked at it and his face changed into an ominous anger. And then he turned to me and said.

“deal with it”.

And they both left, leaving me to deal with a man two size my size, and muscles like rocks.