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With brute force the policemen lifted the boy and pushed him into their van. The officer walking Candy to the van, took advantage of her battered body and indecently fondled her breasts as he helped her into the van. Unlike the guys who wanted to rape her, there was something different about the officer’s touch. Without delay, they drove off to their station. Candy’s thoughts about how to escape from the officers were momentarily put on hold as she began to strangely feel wet as the police officer continued to touch her secretly on the drive to their station. She almost let out a moan but had to grab a hold of herself. She hated it that she could be sexually aroused even when a man was taking advantage of.

She had to shift a bit away from the officer and brushed off his hand which was shamelessly probing under her clothe. The officer moved closer to her, unabashed. Candy was surprised that the man had no shame. She looked at the other officers and found that they were smiling at their colleague. She felt her head swoon in fear. Even Chima’s friend could see what the officers were up to. Candy had to think fast. She was determined not to lose that virginity which had put her in so much trouble. Grabbing her swollen thigh, she cried out in a shrill voice, rattling all the policemen in the van. The officer who had his hand over her breasts removed them in shock and moved away from her. Their driver applied the brake suddenly making a screeching sound. Candy wasn’t done yet. She screamed again, “AAH! AAAAH!!! My leg!! My leg!!!”

Na wetin dey do you young girl (What is wrong with you young girl)?!” asked one of the policemen. “Pains! The place they punched me severally is aching badly. I think I am going to die!” Candy said, playing the part of someone in pain. “We don’t have an idea of what this girl had suffered before we rescued her. I think we should get her to a hospital fast. Look at her face, it is all swollen up,” one of the policemen pointed out. Determined to get a taste of Candy’s seductive nubile body, the officer who was touching Candy said, “We are close to the station. Let us get a statement from first and then we will rush her to the hospital.” Candy did not let the failure of her plan weigh her down. To convince them that she was in dire pain, she continued to cry out, describing how much pain she was going through. It was not long before, they arrived at the station and helped Candy down from the van. She was led into the station and was asked to write down what happened that night. Though the events of the night were lucid in her mind, what occupied her thoughts was how to escape. She took the paper and pen and began to write as coherently as she could.

Outside, police officers were beating the boy they had picked up from the rape scene. The policemen were demanding that he boy confess to crimes Candy knew he and his colleagues did not commit. The boy’s cry was heart-wrenching. Candy felt pity for him even though a few minutes earlier he and his friends were going to rape her. When they dragged the boy back into the station, Candy could hardly recognize him. His eyes, lips and cheeks had been torn open. He could not even stand to his feet. The brutality of the policemen horrified Candy. She could tell that a bunch of rogue policemen were on duty that night. One of them went inside and returned with a gun. When he dropped it on the boy they began to say that he was part of a robbery gang they had been looking for. One of them took photos of the boy with the gun on his body.

One of then placed a call to their superior, “Good morning sir. We have busted that robbery gang. We killed two, arrested one while two got away. We will get the escaped two soon. Their colleague has told us all we need to know, sir.” “Good. Keep the boy in the station. By day break, we will make a press release about that,” said their superior. Candy knew that if she did not get away from that station any time soon, she would regret it. She dropped the pen on the paper and grabbed her abdomen. Then she squatted. Making a face to give the impression that she was in a terrible condition, she asked one of the officers, “Where can I ease myself? I also feel like throwing up.” “Ah! If you want to do that, go into the street and do it in the gutter,” replied the officer. Candy ran out of the station still grabbing her stomach. Then the officers heard the sound of Candy vomiting and crying. In a jiffy she was back and grabbed her bag. She opened it and tried to remove a toilet tissue from it.

As if she had been overcome by another wave of pain, she dashed outside with her bag still crying. By now the police officers looked at her with pity. “Stupid boy! Imagine what you people did to this little girl! Do you have a sister?” asked one of the officers. He walked over to the boy who lay on the floor and put his booth on his face and brushed it hard. “AAH!! Abeg!! Abeg officer! Na my friends say make we rape am (Please officer, my friends were the ones who suggested we rape her)!” the boy cried. His cry took the attention of the policemen as they began to ask him several questions. Candy saw that as her chance to escape. Ignoring in the pain on her knee and thigh, she bolted off into the street not knowing where she was running to.

Michael’s House
The party was still on and had moved to another level. At this time almost all the boys and the girls in the party were naked. In every corner of the house, some sort of orgy was going on. The aphrodisiac in the drinks took had kicked in and made the young guns to throw care to the wind. Even Daramola could not resist the lustful aura in the house. In the room where the girl who recovering from unconsciousness lay, Daramola and Michael were on the bare floor doing it. The girl in pant and bra, who was supposed to look after her cousin had since left her cousin to find a man to assuage the urge which had built up in her. At the back of the house, Tosin and another guy were giving her a treat as her moans kept neighbours awake. Those neighbours could not wait to report what they heard and saw to Michael’s parents when they return. Even though there was a wall between their houses and Michael’s father’s house, the noise was too much for them to ignore.

The Police Station
It took long before the policemen realized that Candy had not returned. “Jesus! Where is the girl?! I hope she has not collapsed!” “That’s true! Where is she?!” Some officers grabbed their torchlight and dashed out of the station. The officer who had suggested they take Candy to the hospital began to grumble, “I said it! We should have taken the girl to a hospital…” He was hushed when one of them returned from the street screaming, “We couldn’t find the girl! She is gone!! The girl is gone!!” “Find her! You must find the girl! Why would she run away?” asked the most senior amongst the policemen. About five officers got into their van and drove into the street in search of Candy.

The Street
Candy had no clue where she was. She had been running since she escaped from the police station. She stopped only because her thigh and knee were threatening cave in under her. She had no clue where she was, but thankfully her eyes had adjusted to the darkness around. She made out the shape of a big water tank in a corner of the street she was on. Dragging her weakened legs, she hid behind it and began to rummage in her bag for her phone. When her fingers felt it, she removed it and turned it on again praying, “Please God let the phone come on.” The phone came on; God must have heard her prayer. With its light, she began to search for the card the taxi driver gave her. Her heart would skip a beat each time a lone vehicle drove through the street or a rat scurried by.

About three streets away, the police van drove slowly looking for any sign of Candy. “She was in bad shape; I doubt she has gotten far. Keep looking for her. We have to find her, if not we are in trouble,” one of the police officers said. “If we find her dead or if anything bad happens to her, we will blame it on the boy at the station. After all he and his friends started this,” reasoned one of the policemen.


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