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After what Candy had seen, she could not leave the room again. At some point she wanted to call her father in Abuja and tell him where she was. When it didn’t sit well with her, she decided to call her mother. “Hello! Candy! Where are you?! Where are you?!” asked her mother amid cries. Candy opened her mouth to talk but no words came out. She felt ashamed of herself for how far she had gone in search of fun and freedom from her parents. “Candy! Please talk to me! Where are you?! Were you kidnapped?!” “Mommy I am sorry,” Candy said crying bitterly. Just then Chima barged into the room. Quickly Candy dropped the call and began to wipe away her tears.

“Baby what are you doing here? Come out and party! It has begun!” said Chima. He noticed the tears Candy was hurriedly wiping away and asked, “What is it? You are crying.” He sat beside her on the bed and took her in his arms. The party hadn’t really lasted long and already Chima was reeking with alcohol. “My dad has been rushed to a hospital. He had a heart attack. My mother called to inform me of that. I wish I had not run away from home. I want to see him before he dies,” she lied, letting the tears run freely. “Oh God! I am sorry to hear about that. He might still make it, not every heart attack leads to death,” Chima said sounding really concerned.

“I pray he does. My mother said he had little chance of surviving the attack,” Candy said, pushing her lies further. Chima lowered his head and thought for a second. “There is nothing we can do right now. It is already late for you to go back to Abuja. You have to wait till morning. I promise to get you on a bus back to Abuja by the first gleam of dawn. You don’t have to be alone here. Come with me,” he said pulling her to her feet. Candy stood up and he led her out of the room. The music was loud and the young people were singing at the top of their voices and dancing. When Candy passed the bathroom where the girl was being raped, another person was on top of her. Candy could not tell how many guys had raped the girl. She knew they had been having turns with her. They did not even mind to close the door. The floor was stained with blood. The girl had cried her voice hoarse and looked like she might pass out any moment. Two other guy were by the door stark naked, waiting for the guy on the girl to get up so they could take turns with her.
Candy wanted to help the girl but she knew what the consequence would be – she would take her place. She shut her eyes as hot tears streamed down. She could not imagine that what the girl was going through was what she overheard Chima and his friend planning for her. She was saddened the more when she saw how happy the other girls were while a girl like them was being raped to death on their watch. Chima grabbed her by the waist and asked her to dance with him. She tried to move to the beat but she gory image of the girl being raped in the bathroom would not let her dance to the music.

“It looks like you are not in the mood for a dance,” said a girl behind Candy. When she turned she saw that the girl was stark naked and drunk. “Men are not enough in this party. If you don’t need him, please can I borrow him for a while?” asked the girl. Candy did not have to give the girl a permission. Chima was already blinking at her to step aside. Candy moved away and found a stop to sit down. While everyone watched, Chima undressed himself and got on top of the girl. The other girls gathered around them and began to sing, “Who go tire?! Na you go tire!” Candy was horrified by the level of disregard those girls had for womanhood. In that moment, she felt she was already in hell. Then her phone rang, it was her mother. She stood up and headed for the room to answer the call.

Micheal saw her going back to the room and followed her. When Candy saw him coming her way, she froze with fear. Michael walked up to her and slapped her bum rudely and said, “After the girl in the bathroom you are next. This your big yansh go hear am today.” Candy felt her heart fall into her stomach. She was going to plead with him for mercy when one of the boys in the bathroom ran out looking terrified. He grabbed Michael and stepped aside. Whatever he said to Michael made him scream, “Yeh pa!” with his two hands on his head. In that instance, Candy knew that the girl in the bathroom must have died. She could not bear it. She yanked the door open and looked inside. The girl was lying lifeless on the floor with her eyes rolled up. Candy’s high pitched scream brought the party to a sudden halt.

Everyone ran toward the bathroom and tried to look at the girl at the same time. Some girls grabbed their bags and made to dash out of the house. Out of nowhere, Michael pulled out a gun and screamed, “Nobody is leaving here! If you try to move, I will shoot you!” He cocked his gun to show he meant business. Another boy removed a shiny pistol from his backpack and said, “Calm down everybody. If we let you leave here now, you might say what will tip off the police. So we are all going to be here until we find a solution to this.” A few of the girls began to fight amongst themselves, blaming each other for setting the dead girl up for rape. “If the police come here, I will tell them the truth! We said only six guys should rape her but you all decided to have sex with her as if you had seen a virgin before!” said one of the girls.

“That is rubbish Aisha! You were the one who wanted her raped because she called you a slut!” spat another girl. Aisha flung herself at the girl and grabbed her by the hair. In a split second, the two girls had ripped their clothes to shreds and tore their skin with their nails. Other girls tried to separate them, but while the separation was going on, new rounds of fights were breaks out all around amongst the girls.

In the bathroom, Daramola was squatting over the raped girl’s lifeless body. She had the guys open her mouth and she gave her the same powdery substance she had given to Candy. Then she asked the guys to lift her and put her into the bath tub. They did and Daramola began to wash her body. Candy could not help but notice how calm Daramola was. There was something about her which gave the impression she had been in that situation several times. Then she turned and said what left Candy stunned. “If she doesn’t revive in the next twenty minutes, we have to put her in a bag and dump her by the road.” “Okay! Okay!” Shouted Michael as he ran into the kitchen to get a bag. In a jiffy he returned with a big black nylon bag and handed it to Daramola.

While a few of the girls engaged in a shouting match, the other people milled about restlessly. They knew they were in trouble. Once every while, a group will go into the bathroom to look at the girl. “The girl did not die when I had sex with her o! She died in the hands of you two! I am very innocent here. Everybody here is my witness o!” Tosin said to the hearing of everyone. “I know all the guys who raped my cousin, whether you started it or you finished it, when the police come, I will tell them what I know,” that was the girl who had joined the party wearing only a pant and bra. “You are an idiot! Are you not ashamed to say you were around when your cousin was raped to death? Ashawo! While you were busy looking for a long thing to swallow, your cousin was being raped to death. If I hear pim (a word) from you again, I will sound your face!” Ada threatened.

Ada’s words triggered a new wave of shouting amongst the girls. While that was going on, Daramola went to Candy and whispered, “Follow me.” Candy waited a few seconds and followed Daramola outside. “Your bag is outside the gate. Someone is waiting to take you to a safe place. Go!” “Who is that?” Candy asked. “Stupid girl, go now!” Daramola shouted at her. Candy shook and ran toward the gate. Daramola stood by the entrance of the house and watched to make sure the guy by the gate opened the gate to Candy. The moment, Candy went through the gate, she went back into the house. Outside the gate, Candy met Deji and a few girls holding her bag.

Candy managed a weak smile at Deji. He handed her the bag and said, “Come with us.” Candy was still scared; she did not know if Deji could be trusted. What she had seen had left her in doubt of everyone she had met in Michael’s house that day. While they walked hastily on the dark street, Candy heard one of the girls ask her friend, “Is she the virgin from Abuja?” Her friend nodded. “Who get her yansh this night?” she added. “Shut up!  She can hear us,” said the girl, answering the questions. Without a thought, Candy bolted into the street to her left, screaming. Deji and the girls with him stood watching in surprise.

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