I woke up this morning to the news on the radio of a man who was
murdered last night, just two streets away from where I live. I listened
carefully to get the details, but was shocked when I realized that it
was him. Yes it was him!
Around 4:30pm yesterday at work, my boss had asked me to work an extra
time after work hours to help him tidy up some pending documents which
he would be needing for a business trip on Monday. I obliged and waited.
I waited for another two hours while I played with some pictures in
photoshop, on my laptop, listening at the same time to some 80's
sentimental music. My boss was in a meeting with some officials from
another agency who had come later that evening impromptu, to discuss
some business deals.
His hands were calm and soothing, the exact type anyone would need for a
nice massage after work. He ran them gently through my back and and
thighs. Nothing else, I tell you, would have been more relaxing for me
after a hard day's work, and on a Friday. The massage was out of this
world.
It wasn't until I felt another lips pressed hard to mine did I realize I
wasn't dreaming. I opened my eyes: it was my boss. His kiss was wet,
sweet and firm. His grip was whole and soothing. I was in a dilemma.
This is what I needed right now. It's been ages since anyone held me
this way and neither have I held someone awhile now. Without words said,
I had already said yes. I had willfully succumbed to his body. We burnt
with rage, but I was trapped. Should I or should I not?
On a second thought, this was my boss and he's a married man. I don't do
married men, but this one was different. He is smart, charming and
sweet talking. Physique like something out from a superhero movie. In
short, he is all I wanted in a man. And there again, he is rich. I was
still lost in the frenzy thoughts, when he started to unbutton my shirt.
It was then I came to my senses, held his hands back and asked him what
he was trying to do. "Everything you want me to do to you and more," he
replied. His voice, so soft and serenading. I realized how far this had
gone and immediately pulled back from him. But he came after me. He
came after me. The bulge on his pants scared the shit out of me. "That
isn't getting into me," I thought.
As he walked towards me, my whole body melted. How can something be this
perfect and yet so scarry. He reached out his hand to touch me and I
yelled, "don't touch me. Don't you fucking touch me." He halted, smiled
and said, "C'moooon, just a little harmless fun won't kill you nor me.
You know I've always had a crush on you. Just few minutes and were done.
Moreover, I have a surprise package for you." I thought the whole thing
ironical, because I was the one who was secretly and madly crushing on
him. Or so I thought.
It's my boss were talking about here. He could as well fire me and frame
me up if don't give in. Who would believe my story. No one was here
just the two of us. How did I fall into this snare? Just how? If I
decide to comply, what's the guarantee that he won't still fire me after
the whole incident, employ someone else, close my chapter and move on
with his life? Goosshhhh! WTF?
He unbuttons his expensive shirt. He smelt like a man. God! His perfume?
Fadalod! His abs were just perfect! I would have called him an angel,
but never have I seen any illustration of a dark angel and with abs like
his. Angels are white, or should I say golden. Whatever. He drops his
shirt on the floor, and then begins to pull down his trousers. It was at
this point I realized what to do.
I waited till he was about pulling his leg out of the trousers, then I
charged towards him, pushed him down and dashed towards the exit door,
leaving my laptop and wallet behind. Few minutes later I was on the
street. It was already dark. Took a quick glance at my electronic wrist
watch - it was almost 9pm. Holy crap! What was I thinking. Fortunately,
home was not far from work. But I'd never gone home this late befire.
So, I kept running.
It was five streets before mine, that I encountered two young men. One
was wearing a hood smoking something I later found out was marijuana.
The other had his hand tucked in his pocket and was just looking into
the street. The street was dark. Only available light was far off, and
it was of some woman frying Akara and fish. I slowed down my pace and
decided to walk. My heart was beating so fast and I kept looking back
intermittently, afraid my boss may have come after me. Then I heard a
voice say "Wooosee, wetin you dey do around here by this time?" I didn't
answer I kept walking. My street is not too far from where I am and it
was a lot busier. Then the two of them started walking towards me. I
pitched up my pace and started walking faster. They did the same. Then I
dashed off. The chase began.
It was two street before mine when they caught up with me, held me and
dragged me off the major road, into an old abandoned house, and started
beating me. After few slaps and blows they stopped and asked me to bring
it out. "Bring what out?" I muttered with fear. "You no hold 'shishi'
for there? Na Wetin you wan claim be that abi?" he retorted. "Please, I
don't have any money with me, I swear. If I tell you what just happened
to me in my..." Before I could finish the statement a new slap from
nowhere, landed on my face. I screamed in pain. The hooded guy came
close and held my shirt in a manner as if he was going to strangle me
with it. Pushed me to the wall and pressed his body so hard on me. "If
you suck my dick, I go free you," he whispered. Before I could find a
word to reply, the second man, called out at the hooded guy, that
someone is coming and they better get away fast. The hooded guy held me
still, refusing to let go as the other guy ran away.
The hooded guy took off his hood, and said, "Abi I no reach people wey
you dey give blowjob?" I was still thinking how disgusting he actually
was, when we heard a voice few meters from the house, "Who dey dia? I
say who dey dia?" The hooded guy pulled away slightly from me and was
about to run, when I jabbed him on him on his groin with my knees. He
gave a loud scream as I dashed off. I could hear him wriggling and
screaming in pain from afar.
It was him, I heard about this morning on the radio, and it is assumed
that whoever killed him wanted to take his genitals probably for
rituals, before the voice interrupted that night.
As for my laptop, my work and my boss, I would figure out what to do by
Monday. I need all the rest I can get today, being saturday. I need to
get away, maybe to a beach and read me some good books.
©Verroti
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