WORLD'S APART ✅

CHAPTER 19

ZINTLE'S POV

I don't know what day it is but what I do know is that it's probably night time now. I lost count of the days I've been here on the fourth day and the fact that they are drugging me everyday isn't helping.

By they I mean "my husband " and some of the helpers here.

When I first arrived in this place I was confused but when I saw the husband I became extremely angry . I fought with him and I can proudly say he earned a few broken ribs and nose.

But then his guards came , mind you they were about five , and knocked me out . Then when I woke up I felt my body weak and it didn't function with my mind.

That's how I came to the conclusion that  I got drugged. And what ever they used was strong .

Ever since then I have been in this dark room. There's a king size bed , a walk-in closet , bathroom and another door  which I think leads to another room.

I would have actually liked the room if I was sharing it with someone very dear to me, MaKhumalo. I hate the fact that she might be drowning in stress all because of me. I feel useless.

Today I haven't got my injection and that worries me because everytime they don't give an injection early , they will give me a higher dose. It makes me useless , I won't even be able to open my eyes.

Sometimes the husband comes and he would be talking stuff which I put under the category of nonsense .

I was snapped out of my train of thoughts by the door opening. It was the husband as usual.

I mentally rolled my eyes , I really wanted to do it physically but since I'm weak I try to save the small energy I have .

Amaza came to the bed , smirking and all.

Amaza : Molo sthandwa sam.

( Hello my love .)

I think there's something wrong with this man. Maybe he is a mental case.

Amaza : Ndikuphathele something encinci, I think uzoyithanda.

( I have something small for you , I think you will love it.)

I so hope it's a gun so I can blow up your brains.

But that would be a waste of time since he has no brains. Just an empty vessel.

Stupid man.

I was wearing a Xhosa Makoti attire. I had idaki , a skirt that I was given by the inlaws , ityali , which is a small like blanket that was on my shoulders , and lastly uxakatho , a scarf on my waist.

I so want to see the idiot who dressed in these . I might not be able to kill them but I would surely insult them internally.
Like who had the guts to invade my personal space ?! Perverts!

I hate everything I was wearing . This is not me ! I was not born to be a makoti .

The husband then took out some small bottle and a needle. I guess it's time for my injection.

Amaza : Today's stuff is different . This will make you energetic and you start feeling like your bratty self. I want you to engage in tonight's activity and not just lie there.

What activity ?

He drew the substance from the little bottle with the needle . Let me brace myself for the pain . I fear needles , especially ones given to me by this kidnapper .

I endured the pain. After sometime I opened my eyes. I started feeling drowsy and before I knew it slumber welcomed me .

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