Desperate - S01 E04

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Desperate - S01 E04

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(Final chapter)

As we walked on, I began to hear footsteps but when I looked around, I

didn’t see anyone.

I was visibly scared, not until I started seeing market women with loads on

their head, coming towards us, then I knew it was their footsteps that I

heard, so I became calm.

We finally got to a tiny road where I saw a small market, I knew that was

the market those women came from.

Just when I thought we were almost at our destination, Didi entered another

bush path, more bushy and isolated than the first one.

We trekked for a long time before we finally got to a big building with a

black giant gate. It was the only house in that environment. it was

surrounded by bushes and looked quiet and isolated, but when we entered

inside the compound, it looked very big and lively, like another world.

As we approached the entrance to the house, Tami ran out and hugged me. She

looked very beautiful. She had on a pair of lemon shorts and white shirt.

She smelled really nice, just like Didi.

I looked at the mansion before me, it was huge and beautiful. I couldn’t

wait to go in and explore it.

“Your parents own this?” I asked them.

“Sure but they’re out of the country for now,” Tami replied.

I felt inferior. My house was a bungalow with just two bedrooms, but here

were my age mates, living in a mansion. I was glad to be their friends, at

least I’d be getting free gifts from them.

“Let’s take some shots joor,” Didi said and brought out her phone.

After taking the shots, they took me inside the sitting room. There, I saw

a man of about thirty years of age, seated on one of the chairs with his

legs crossed.

They introduced him to me as their family doctor who came to check on Tami

because she wasn’t feeling well.

A woman in her mid-forties was also introduced to me as their nanny. She

smiled at me before entering the kitchen.

“We have a lot of surprises for you. We have to tie your face so we can

lead you to see the surprises,” Didi said to me.

“Okay,” I giggled happily.

She tied my face with a red cloth so that

I could not see where I was going to.

They both led me up the stairs. We walked on till we got to a room.

“Take off the tie,” Didi said and I obeyed.

I saw beautiful clothes, jewelries, shoes, different colours of wigs and a

brand new phone. Just what I had been praying for.

“These are all yours,” Tami said.

I was very excited. I danced round and decided to try on the new clothes.

Didi got my phone from me. She asked me of my phone password, pattern and

Facebook password. According to her, she wanted to help me with some

settings and as well transfer some important stuff to the new phone they

bought for me.

I happily gave her my phone and all the informations she needed. While she

was busy with my phone, Tami was busy helping me to try out the new clothes

and the other things they got for me.

The nanny came in and offered me a fruit juice. As soon as I was done

drinking, I started having severe headache.

“Thank God our family doctor is still around, let me call him to come check

you,” Tami said and walked out of the room.

She came back with the doctor. He examined me and brought out some pills

for me to take.

“I don’t like drugs, I’ll throw up,” I said.

“Oh, it’s fine. Then I’ll have to give you injection,” he said, bringing

out a syringe from his kit.

“Alright,” I replied.

After taking the injection, I suddenly became very weak and dizzy. I felt

as if I was drunk. I was losing myself. Everything became blurry. I didn’t

know when I fell on the big bed and slept off, deeply.

A painful penetration in my v----a woke me up. I opened my eyes but

couldn’t see anything because the room was dark. I felt a man on top of me.

He was moving up and down on me.

When I tried pushing him away, I realized my hands and legs were unable to

move, I was temporarily paralyzed.

I tried to shout, but realized my tongue was chopped off.

It then dawned on me that I was in danger.

I felt my blood between my legs, for I was a virgin. I cried, silently and

wished I listened to my mother.

After some minutes of rocking me, he finally reached his o----m and

released inside of me. He then stood up and left the room.

Few minutes later, the woman who was introduced to me as a nanny came into

the room and put on the light.

I then realized it wasn’t the same room that I was, earlier. They had taken

me to another room, very isolated and hidden from the others.

She carried me up and led me to the bathroom where she washed me, took me

back to the room and wore me one of the new clothes they got for me.

She then fed me with a food I couldn’t comprehend how it tasted, for my

tongue was no longer intact.

When she was through, the doctor came in again and injected me another

liquid. Immediately, I slept off.

I was still sleeping when I felt something inside me. Another man was

having sex with me while I was sleeping and I couldn’t do anything about it

because I was paralyzed.

After he was done, I lay there like a dead person. I became a sex slave

where different men came in and slept with, after which they paid the

doctor.

My mouth got swollen because of the unbearable pains I passed through as a

result of my tongue that was chopped off.

I didn’t see Tami and Didi again since the day they took me to the room. I

didn’t know what was going on with my mom, she must have been dead by now

from heart attack.

I waited for months and wished for a miracle to happen so I could get out

of there, but the only miracle that happened was my pregnancy.

Yes, I got pregnant and gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. I could have

been a bit consoled if I was allowed to take care of my children, but my

babies were taken away from me.

Right in front of me, the doctor and the evil woman sold my babies for two

million naira to a lady and she left with them.

Different men kept sleeping with me and I got pregnant again. I gave birth

to a baby boy and he was also sold out.

Presently, the same routine is going on everyday. I am still in the dark

room, paralyzed. I am a sex slave and a baby making machine. I am being

used to make money. I am a victim of desperation.

There are other rooms in this building that have other victims like me.

They are also facing what I’m facing. Some of them have died in the process

and are thrown away.

Tami and Didi are out again to get more victims who aren’t satisfied with

what they have.

Where is my phone? Didi has gotten it from me. She deleted my account from

Facebook and WhatsApp. She has destroyed my phone and thrown it away.

Nobody knows where I am. She and Didi are not the only agents, they are all

over the world.

I have given birth to eight children within three years, but all of them

have been sold to different people with huge sum of money. Some of these

people buy my children and use them for rituals, some to adopt them, but

most of the people buy them for sacrifice.

I am in pain, my breasts drips milk every day, but my babies are not here

to s--k them. I don’t even know their fathers.

I am pregnant again, ready to give birth, but I feel I might not make it, I

might die.

If my mother is alive, please tell her I am sorry for disobeying her. Tell

her I’ve seen the consequences of trying to be a slay queen.

Tell her I regret my actions. Tell her I’ve realized that social media can

influence someone to the extent of putting him/her in danger.

Tell her I’m passing through pains because I wasn’t satisfied with what she

gave me, I wanted more than I got.

But if she is dead, don’t bother telling her, I will soon join her. When I

meet her in the next phase of life, I will tell her everything.

If you are reading my story right now, learn from it. If you are a parent,

watch your children carefully and create a strong relationship with them so

that they can open up to you. Be their best friends and let them know the

advantages and disadvantages of social media.

If you are a young girl/boy, be careful of what you see on social media.

Don’t you dare allow anybody to influence you. Yes, they can slay, snap in

different places and have thousands of likes, but is that what life is

really all about? Is that the priority? Should that make you feel inferior?

You will be very stupid if you let anyone to influence you, yes you will be

extremely stupid. If you do, it means you don’t have direction in life, so

automatically, another person will direct you to a life you wouldn’t want

to live.

If you know what you want in life, be satisfied with it. Live it with what

you have. Wear what you have! Eat what you have! Be contented with what you

have so you won’t end up like me.

Remember, Didi and Tami are still out there, in search of another desperate

victim. Be satisfied with what you have so you won’t be their next victim.

I am still here, praying for death to take me because nothing is left for

me again.

I would have been done with my NYSC by now, probably working and making mom

proud, but I’m in the dark room, pregnant and useless. Why? Because I was

desperate!

THE END