WILD THANGZ by Winston Chapman (An Essence Magazine National Best Seller)

Chapter 19

The next day, as we were getting dropped-off by Brea at our apartment, after our 'Wild Thangz' night out, Trina and I planned to do nothing but rest and recuperate.

Last night's events were more than just fun to me. It also caused me to reflect on the way the world worked. Sex had been a key to success not only for me, but everything around me that I saw.

It was how Brea was making all of her money, whether it was stripping for ballers like Mr. Whitfield or using it to get financing of a Mercedes.

As for me, it'd gotten me a developmental deal with Joseph Myer, wrestled back to me the lead-singer status with Chocolate Cream, not to mention the job I had at R e f l e x .

And Trina had broken out of her fantasy world and shell of inhibition, because of it.

Though, I did recognize that sex was like fire. If you weren't careful with it,you could get burned too, as how it led to the temporary break-up of ourfriendship. But overall, the good out-weighed the bad, I thought.

Though we were still tired, Trina and I laughed about last night as we walked down the hallway on our way to our apartment door.

As I turned the key and began opening the door, I was caught off-guard as I was pulled by my arm into the apartment by an unknown man. Trina tried to escape by running, but was quickly caught by another man and brought back into the apartment.

The two muscle-bound white men, restrained us in their arms, with one hand covering our mouths to prevent us from screaming, as a third man casually walked into view from my bedroom.

Our apartment had been trashed. Sofa cushions cut-open, papers thrown everywhere and furniture turned upside down.

Trina and I both continued to struggle to escape our captor's grasp, but they were just too strong. We only stopped, once the slick-back-haired third white man walked up to us and pulled two guns out, from the back of his pants and pointed them at our heads.

"Do you know what these things are at the end of my guns?" the man spoke in a subdued voice, while clicking the ends of the guns together.

Both of our eyes were wide-open from fear, as we shook our heads 'no' because we couldn't answer with our mouths covered.

"These are what they call 'Silencers'. You see, I could shoot you right now and no one would even hear it. Do you understand?" he spoke, as I now noticed his heavy east-coast accent.

We both nodded that we understood.

"I'm gonna have my guys uncover your mouths, but if you as so much as scream, I will not hesitate to have them shoot you. However, if you act like good girls and tell us what we want to know, we will not harm you. Do you understand?" he claimed that we had options.

My heart raced as I nodded agreement to him and I felt like I was going to pee on myself.

The slick-back-haired man, that was obviously the one in charge, nodded to the other guys that it was okay to release us and they did so, cautiously.

As the man in charge put his guns away, his two goons drew their guns, stood off to the side of us and pointed them at our heads as we shivered in fear.

"Relax! I told you, we're not going to hurt you," he said in a soothing tone as a response to our nervous behavior.

"You can have my purse, I don't have much money in there, but take it!" I urged for them to just rob us and leave.

The man's shoulders bounced as he laughed, "Do you think we're thieves? We're not here to rob you"

"Please don't rape us! You can have all of our money!" Trina begged.