MY KILLER

CHAPTER 6

"Ahhhhhhhhh" I heard myself screaming.

I could hear them coming from afar. I wanted to escape. I wanted so much to escape. But it was impossible. The place I was in was jammed from all angles and the only door had been locked shut. I was doomed, so doomed.
I had tried too many times to find an escape route since the day I was locked in here to no avail. I was stuck and soon, I would be bound, hands and legs, and taken up to him. I couldn't accept this terrible fate. I do not think that this is my fate, I did not think the world would be so cruel to me. Then again, I did not think of many things.

Closer and closer they came and I remembered Aisha's words,
"I have seen the way they look at you, you shouldn't have said a word. Now you shall become their puppet, their sex machine"...

They had always told me that my mouth would put me in trouble. Now, this trouble was worse than I could have ever imagined.
They started to unlock the door and the events that lead to this minor imprisonment rushed to my head.

Looking back, I don't think I was such a bad worker. I tried to make myself as invincible as ever until that event with Aisha. I talked too much again, and I was remembered. Now, I was going over to the butcher to be slaughtered.

The door opened up and a gunshot went up into the air. I ducked and they used that opportunity to rush to me and bind me. I started struggling late but I struggled all the same. I kicked and pushed and even used my teeth to no avail. I was bound like a chicken as they held my feet and arms and the remaining part of my body was hanging in the air. They took me towards that hut and I began to cry. I started begging them to let me go but they would not listen. I begged and struggled. Nothing worked for me.
Then they entered the hut and threw me on the bed.

"Close the door when you leave," I heard.

"Yes sa," And the door was closed.

How did I ever get myself into this mess.

"Kaimara?" I heard my name. "You are not pounding the tuwo (swallow from rice) hard enough.

"Sorry." I said and increased the velocity of the pounding. "Is it ok like this?"

"Don't pound it too much o. It will make it bland."

"Ok." I was learning fast. I wanted to learn faster. That way, I wouldn't attract much attention as the girl who wasn't learning fast enough.

It had been two months since my kidnap and I was doing quite well for myself. With every obedience I offered, I consoled myself that I was only doing it to cover up my plans of escape. I needed to find an escape route and I had to do it secretly, for if I were caught, it would hasten my punishment and Oga Mohammed would be forced to 'see me' sooner than expected, and I sure as hell didn't want to see him.

Many a time, I would pass Yusuf by accident and he would smack my buttocks. I would endure it and promise myself that if ever I were released, he'd be the first person I would kill. He was such a bastard.

We had all heard of his story. He was known for his perverted and wicked ways. Many a time, he would drag young girls with him to his room and screams would be heard. The girl would come out damaged and destroyed. Some would have blood rushing from between their legs. It was usually a horrible sight. The only reason why I was spared was because Oga Mohammed had branded me as his own. That made my life a little easier. If I could find an escape route, it would be better for me, I'd take Aisha with me, the rest of them could go to hell for all I care. It wasn't as if I didn't care. I just wasn't Mohammed or Jesus or Krishna. I couldn't save everybody. And so, I would save myself and then Aisha before looking for help for the rest of them.