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A thick blanket of suspense hung over Michael’s house. Everyone in the party was waiting to hear the girl had woken up. Some who could not bear the possibility of what would happen if the girl were to pass away, began to pray. The guys in the party sat in corners of the house wishing they had not agreed to rape the girl. “Her body is getting hot! She may wake up!” Daramola ran out of the bathroom shouting. All the people in the house ran toward the bathroom to have a look at the girl. Just then her breathing became noticeable. “Hey!! Thank you Baba God!” Michael shouted. Immediately all of them began to celebrate the girl’s recovery. The music went up and they began to dance. The girls who had picked up their bags to go home dropped them and began to party.

Michael, Tosin and Chima carried the girl into the guest room and laid her on the bed. Daramola covered her with the bed sheet and asked Michael and his friends to fetch the girl’s cousin. Michael dashed out of the room and returned in a jiffy with her cousin. He was eager to do everything asked of him. He could not imagine what would happen if the girl was to die in his father’s house. “Your sister is recovering well; she will need you by her side. Where is her bag? Please get her clothes. She needs to be kept warm,” Daramola said. The girl who was still clad in only pant and bra found her sister’s bag amongst the ones on the floor and removed her clothes from it. She helped Daramola to put the clothes on her cousin. They laid her back on the bed and began to wait for her to recover well enough to at least speak a word.

Michael and his friends rejoined the party which had resumed in earnest. Without notice the music suddenly went off and Michael’s voice bellowed, “Please! There will be no more sex in my house! If anybody want to enjoy his girl or guy, please go to your house to do it. And if you must do it here, make sure you don’t die in my house! I swear to God, if you die here, I will kill you!” His speech was greeted with a guffaw. “Give us music abeg! When you follow dey hammer the girl you no know say she fit die! The music please!” Yinka, the girl in charge of food and drinks demanded. “Yinka I am serious! Very serious! I know how many guys you have slept with this night. Make sure you don’t go for another round. I swear, if you die, I go shoot your body and throway it for gutter. For those of you who can’t say no to sex, please, before you continue with more rounds, we still have food and meat. Eat well before you continue! This is my party; I don’t want anybody to die here. I am the one begging you right now, when it happens again, you will be the one to beg me and I won’t listen!”

“Okay! Okay! Michael give us the music, we have heard you,” they said to him. He went back to the home theater and turned up the music. While others danced away, cavorting shamelessly, Michael went upstairs to seat alone for some minutes. The truth was that he was shaken by what had happened. He could not believe he escaped it. All his parents had said to him had come back playing on his mind when the girl lay unconscious in the bathroom. He stretched himself on the couch in the living room upstairs and mumbled prayers of thanks to God. “I will go to church this Sunday, I swear. God thanks once more. I am done with this sort of life,” he prayed. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a few rushed breaths to calm himself.

“Michael! Michael! Candy is gone!” Michael opened his eyes to see Chima standing before him looking rattled. “Take a few guys and go look for her in the street. You said this is her first time in Lagos. I don’t expect her to know where to go,” said Michael. “Won’t you come with us?” “No, I won’t. Not after that scare. Besides what if we leave and another girl faints. Don’t forget we drugged their drinks and some of them are still having sex. In fact, I am going to throw that drug away. Tunde! Tunde!” Michael shouted standing to his feet. “Leave some for me please. I want to take some girls to Green Bay,” Chima requested. “Are you a dog? Do you still want to have sex again?” “Not now, that will be by morning,” Chima replied. Michael left him standing and went downstairs. Chima followed behind him. While Chima gathered his friends to go look for Candy, Michael went into the kitchen with Tunde and they emptied the drug into the sink and turned on the tap to wash it away.

On the street Candy walked hastily. Her eyes darting about. Though it was late, she still was attracting a lot of attention because of her provocative dressing. She had no chance to change into something decent before Daramola offered her the chance to escape. Using her bag, she covered her breasts which were being stared at by male passers-by. Cars kept stopping for her as she walked. From the cars men would whistle at her. In her pocket her phone kept ringing, it was her father. She didn’t want to tell him where she was. She was already having a hard time trying to get out of the neighbourbood.

On Michael’s street Chima and his friends began to ask passers-by if they had seen a girl dressed like Candy. It wasn’t long before a young man told them he had spotted her in front of Mobil Filling Station and suggested that she may have been headed toward Opium hotel. They went back into Michael’s compound and drove out in a car belonging to one of them. Candy spotted a taxi being driven by an old man. She moved quickly to talk to the driver. “Good evening sir,” she greeted. There was no reply from the old man. His gaze slowly moving from Candy’s scantily covered breasts to her waist. “Sir can you take me to any hotel nearby?” she asked since the man would not respond to her greeting.

“How about I take you home instead. I will give you my day’s earnings?” the old man asked, shocking Candy. She left the man and ran toward another taxi. The driver was far younger. She looked at Candy lustfully just like the old man, but responded to her greeting. “I need a hotel where I can sleep tonight. Can you take me to one, please?” “You must be new around here, are you?” asked the taxi driver. “Sort of,” replied Candy. “I can tell. Well, you don’t need a taxi to get to a hotel. Toward the end of the street behind you, there is a hotel. The name is Opium hotel. It is very affordable unlike the others. There is another hotel on Abiodun street. Can you see that Pepsi billboard?” “Yes, I can.” “That is Abiodun Street. There is a hotel on it. However, the rooms there are costlier than the ones in Opium hotel.”
“Thanks a lot sir. I am very grateful,” Candy thanked him and turned to leave. “Wait! This is my card; you can call me in case you need a taxi in the morning.” Candy took the card from him. “I think I will need a taxi early in the morning. Good night sir.” “You are welcome.” Candy already knew the hotel to check first because of the amount she had. Opium was ideal since the taxi driver said it was affordable. She walked briskly, heading to Opium hotel. Candy was happy that finally she would get to escape the horrible rape which Chima and his friends planned for her. The image of the girl lying lifeless in the bathroom would not leave her mind. She was certain that the girl was not up to twenty years. To lose her virginity that way could damage a girl for the rest of her life.

“Jesus!!” Candy yelled and jumped into the air as a hand grabbed her breasts from behind. She turned and saw a man in his early thirties. The man was shocked to see her reaction. “What is it babe?” The man asked. “Get away from me!!” Candy screamed. “I need those things on your chest and the one on your waist. I will pay you well to spend the night with me,” the man said removing a wad of one thousand naira notes from his pocket. “I am not a harlot! Please get away from me!” Candy shouted moving away from the man. “Did you hear yourself? You expose your breasts and waist by this time of the night and yet you claim not to be a harlot” Candy had no time to answer him. She turned and bolted off toward Opium hotel. In a corner beside Opium hotel, Chima and his friends sat in their car scanning the area for Candy. “So, guy you don miss that yansh?” asked one of Chima’s friends. “Bros I will regret it to miss that Yansh. How did she manage to take escape from Michael’s house?” Chima asked. “Guys look at the girl coming!” one of them shouted, pointing at Candy who was running toward their direction.


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