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I've been awake for the past two hours, but I can't stand.
Tears flow down my cheeks as I dig my fingers into the rug and try to push my upper body up. My body cooperates with me for a while, but when I'm almost sitting upright, an unbearable hot pain shoots up my spine, so I fall back to the floor again.
I can tell that it's probably after seven, judging by the tiny rays of sunlight that manage to slice through the openings of the partly open curtains. The light slightly brightens the dark room, allowing me to see how dishevelled it is. In a corner, I can see ripped pieces of the dress Yetunde gave me. Yes, it appears that when Orlando was letting his erection think for him, he ripped my dress off me like an angry gorilla. Somewhere near the vanity, I see my panties, and it appears he tore that as well. Praying that maybe my bra is intact, I frantically search the room with my eyes just to see it under the king sized bed.
Men are animals.
Naked and afraid, I wrap my arms around myself and continue sobbing silently. I turn to my side and when my legs raise to reveal the huge red discolouration on the rug, I completely lose my mind.
What did I do to deserve this?
I scream my head off, wailing and yelling at the top of my lungs, hurling profanities at my brother for bringing me here. I shout and shout and shout until I'm stopped by a kick to my back.
Immediately, I twist my back in pain, and that only causes more pain which makes me wail louder.
"Bitch," the familiar voice says. "Better stop screaming or else I'll give you a good reason to scream. I don't mind doing it right here and right now."
"What are you looking for," I groan, "in a carcass? Why suck the bone when there's no more marrow left in it?"
I hear him laugh at me, a full bellied, mocking and ridiculing laugh.
"Look who's speaking in parables," he taunts. He kicks me in the back again, and this time I'm sure he's broken some bones.
My hands rush to my back to nurse it, but it's useless. Orlando's about to spew nonsense out of his mouth again but thankfully, he's interrupted by a rapt knock on the door. Orlando ignores the knock and attempts to go back to speaking trash, but there's another knock, and another knock and another knock. The noise is so unbearable that I press my hands over my ears, it's so unbearable that Orlando opens the door without asking who's there.
As the door creaks open, I shut my eyes so the embarrassment of having someone see my battered naked body doesn't hurt so much. I hear the door close and I shut my eyes even tighter.
"Are you here for the package?" Orlando asks, I hear a few footsteps and the other human seems to take a long time to answer the question.
"Nah," a familiar voice says. "I'm here for the girl. And ionno if I'll be able to collect that package today, man."
That voice.
"It doesn't matter. You can take the girl."
Minutes later, I hear a couple of footsteps and before I can say anything, someone wraps me in a soft blanket. After adjusting myself to get covered, I'm slowly lifted from the floor. When this happens I scream in pain, causing a pause in the movement. But when the pain ceases a little, I'm lifted up again until I feel myself resting against a hard surface. Curious, I open my eyes just to see that I'm being carried bridal style. My eyes study the arms carrying me, and when I see veins running along them, I go crazy.
I try to jump out of the person's hold but the person pulls me back with ease, holding me even tighter.
"Let go of me!" I croak while I still struggle.
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