Bomb To Death

PROLOGUE

The sun dazzled off the brown rooftop as if they were glass mirrors, causing the sun to reflect into Dj's eyes, she opened her once shut-eyes and tried to rub them with her hands but was being held back by a force, she looks to see ropes that tied her hands to the arm of the chair. It took about thirty seconds before she could see clearly. She tried jerking her legs off the chair and looked down to see her legs tied firmly with a rope. She wriggled and wriggled trying to see if the ropes would ease a little, they didn't and she only felt more pain in her legs and hands.

She was half-naked, wearing just a piece of singlet and pant; goose bumps emerged on her smooth skin as a cold breeze that didnt last long passed by and the heat engulfed her again. She stayed calm in the chair and looked around; the place was cripplingly dark, except from the sunlight that shone against her face from the only window in the room, she felt heat all over her body.

"You" A loud baritone voice called out. DJ was startled at the sound she heard.

"Yes" She managed to reply and winced from the pain in her hands. The speaker came out and at first; it was hard to see his details because of the lighting in the room. When he moved closer and closer to her the sun shone on his face and she relaxed a little seeing that it was just a guy around her age, or maximum he would be in his early-twenties. She noticed that he looked so innocent, with deep brown eyes that made you think of honey, he had light skin and the sun shone on it through the window.

"Why do you seem relaxed? Is it because I'm handsome, young and look like I am harmless?" He pointed a gun at her and laughed "You know I could do a lot of things to you, kill you, rape you or even mutilate you" he laughed his evil laugh again and now pointed the gun at the side of her head.

"Who are you? Please let me go" DJ scrambled and wriggled with all the power left in her as he holds the gun against her head, her scared eyes notice that his fingers were now on the trigger.

"please don't shoot me, what do you want, please leave me alone" she said shakily and he laughed, the sound made Dj wish she could be eaten by a wild animal. He enjoyed the fear she had for her life being taken.

"We will, DJ we will. Under due time, as far as you agree to our rules"

"What rules?" She winced in pain when she shifted in the chair as he moved the gun slowly down her head to her neck.

"You'll know that later, in due time you would know Dj" He smiled wickedly "Mofu untie her and take her to the dungeon. Feed her only once a day, and give her water to drink twice. Find a piece of cloth and give to her so she doesn't die in the cold.

Mofu-a huge man, with much built muscles stepped forward to her chair, he wore no shirt and had a cloth tied around his waist held by a rope. His hands made contact with hers and she shuddered out of the sudden coldness his hands had, he looked at her hardly and untied her. He grasped her tightly by the shoulders and pulled her out of the chair. When she tried to shake her shoulders out of his grip, he looked at her annoyed and slapped her back with the gun.

"Stop fighting it" he said and she saw his yellow teeth. She noticed his Igbo accent as he spoke; she hadn't thought he could be Igbo because of how dark his skin was.

"Leave me alone" she cried again.