DEAD MEN (2)

Three young men had been waiting for her in her room.

It wasn’t a new thing for a man to wait for Tola in her room since she had male acquaintances who were always informed ahead of time of where she kept the extra key. It was nothing new yet something about these guys was not right. They were positioned about the room as if they had been expecting her and their faces were half covered in handkerchiefs or bandanas. Two of them looked familiar but she couldn’t be sure. The third guy was the scariest of them all because of his huge and muscular size; he had to be a body builder, probably a Physical Ed student.

The men said nothing and watched her with glee as she cringed on seeing them. She began to retrace her steps. She just might have the opportunity to make it out through the door before they got to her.

Her right heel hit the fallen knife and quickly she swooped down, grabbed it and made to get out through the door. It was then she saw why the bushes outside had been rustling.

Ike, Jide and Emma with their faces half covered in bandanas emerged from the bushes and quickly blocked her way out. Ike and Jide moved forward steadily. Emma thrust forward ahead of them, enthusiastic about getting down to business.

If he had been steady like the others he probably would have seen that she had a knife in her hand but he was too blinded by the desire to do some collateral damage.

Tola moved swiftly to the side as he came at her and lashed out in a vicious curve.

Emma crashed into the door post and felt a sharp pain on his right arm. He grabbed it and felt his ripped shirt sleeve and the warmth of his blood trickle in between his fingers. He cursed, filled with intense rage and pain, turned to attack her again but Ike stopped him.

‘Enough!’ He barked jerking Emma aside and facing Tola himself.
He scanned at her from head to toe and smiled.

‘You shouldn’t do that, you know’ He said, calm tone muffled behind his bandana.

Tola said nothing but just waved the knife maniacally at him.
Ike reached behind his back and drew out a small black pistol. He waved it before her.

‘See? I’m in command here. And you’ll do as I say.’

Tola’s confidence suddenly ebbed away as quickly as a cube of sugar would dissolve in a glass of water. Ike pointed the gun at her and instructed her to drop the knife.
As soon as she did, Jide grabbed her from behind and shoved her inside the apartment.

The other three guys waiting in the room were at alert and obviously awaiting Ike’s orders indicating that he was the leader of the group.

‘What do you want with me?’ Tola said, fighting hard to resurrect the confidence that had died within.

‘They say you’re a hard nut to crack.’ Ike began.

‘And that you never give in easily to any guy on campus.’ Jide put in.

‘It’s like no dude on campus is ever good enough for you, if he’s not some loaded aristo.’ The muscular jock added.

‘And we’ve come here to prove you’re nothing but just another statistic’, Ike said checking the safety catch on the gun.

Tola looked astonished rather than scared.

‘And how in the world do you intend to do that?’ she asked in mock confidence. She was doing a good job of hiding the fear that was creeping into her voice.

‘Oh, you’ll find out soon enough’, Emma said with a wicked snicker playing on his face.

‘Take off your clothes.’ Ike said, a deadly look in his eyes.

‘Never!’ Tola snarled back viciously.

Ike looked at her, his eyes narrowed as his brow knitted together in an angry scowl above the sweat soaked bandana covering half his face.

‘Guys…take her clothes off!’ He suddenly barked.

They advanced menacingly towards her.

Tola broke into cold sweat as she watched them draw closer to her in a circle.

A dark thought hit her and she suddenly brightened up.

‘Okay. I’ll do it.’ She said.

Ike wasn’t sure he heard right. She repeated herself, and immediately he ordered the boys to stop.

Tola straightened herself up and walked into their centre. The fear was suddenly gone; the confidence that always synchronized with her catwalk was back in her and so alive that for an instant, Ike nearly had a rethink about what they were about to do.

‘You!’ she barked at Emma, ‘Go and bolt the door.’

Emma found himself scurrying to do her bidding. He cursed underneath his breath. He couldn’t believe he was taking orders from a chick.

She looked at all of them and started chuckling. Then she burst into laughter.

The guys all suddenly became uneasy. What was she up to?

Her eyes seemed to burn as her gaze settled on the unsettled men surrounding her. She stopped laughing just as abruptly as she had started.

Ike was rattled by her strange outburst but he wasn’t going to give in to what he thought was a reverse psychology trick.

‘What’s funny?’ he barked, fondling the pistol more tightly and threateningly.

‘Nothing. I just felt sorry for you all.’ Her voice had suddenly gone from being confident to being harsh and menacing.

She began to undress.

They watched her; each one of them beginning to doubt if this was really a good idea. There was something unnerving about the way she was going about it.

Tola finished undressing, lay down butt naked on her bed, her legs spread apart; her face brazen and emotionless.

‘Who’s first?’ She asked.

Emma looked at the others. Nobody moved. He hissed and began to pull off his jeans.
If these guys were too mesmerized by this whore, they can stand there for all he cared.

Soon he was on her grunting and panting like a he-goat. He tried to look into her eyes but he couldn’t. They seemed to cut through his desire and conscience like a two-edged knife. Emma could be senseless at times but in this instance, he couldn’t help notice that there was something strange about the way the whole episode was going.

His initiative to make the first move encouraged the others and one by one, they had their turns on Tola. Each one of them gasping and grunting like deranged wild animals; different gyrations syncopated by different desires, all sweating to the thrust of energy and sexual violation.

By the time they had all had their turns on her, they sat about the room, totally spent, each trying to regain back his strength.

Tola sat up and hissed.

‘Is that all you can do? You’re a bunch of weaklings!’

Ike gasped, Jide’s mouth fell open behind his bandana, Emma farted accidentally.

This was supposed to be a rape scene but she didn’t look like she was being raped. It looked more like they were being raped.

She lay there like nothing had happened and they sat there, all out of breath, wondering if they had accomplished the task they came for.

Her taunt was just too much for Ike. He got up, grabbed her legs and raped her again. The others followed suit; all desperate to defend their manhood.

By the time they were finished, all of them were out of breath and very exhausted.

Tola sat up once again and berated them as weaklings.

This was too much for Emma who had a short fuse and serious complex. He got up and smacked her across the face.

‘That’s for opening your big mouth.’ he snarled.

Then he smacked her again.

‘That’s for the knife cut you gave me!’

Jide held him before he could do more damage.

Tola held one side of her face in pain. There were tears in her eyes but it wasn’t for the pain, it was for rage.

Again the dark thought clouded her mind in remembrance and she brightened up again.

She watched her extremely exhausted assailants as they gathered their strength back and prepared to leave.

Jide searched round the flat to make sure they didn’t leave behind anything that could incriminate them. His eye caught her bag lying on the floor with its contents spilled out.

He picked it up and began to put all the content back in. He stopped at a rolled piece of paper and out of curiosity glanced at it.

The others heard him gasp as the bag dropped from his hand and hit the floor.

‘What is it?’ Ike asked walking over to him.

Tola suddenly began to chuckle.

Jide’s trembling hand stretched out the paper to Ike.

Ike grabbed it and looked at the content.

It was a hospital lab report addressed to Tola. She had been diagnosed with an advanced stage of HIV virus and three other nasty STDs.

Tola burst into laughter again and it they sounded amplified in his ears as his heart palpitated in sync with dread. His legs went limp and he crashed to the ground, fainting out of shock.

One by one they all saw the report and were instantly reduced to ghosts of themselves.  Nobody had used a condom;  a stupid mistake borne out of lust overtaking reason.

Emma pulled off his bandana and sat down exasperatedly on the floor, his eyes starring into nothingness.
The huge dude put his two beefy arms on his head in woe, his mouth hung ajar a frightened scowl configured across his thick face.
One guy held onto the doorpost biting his finger as his life rushed past him in fast forward while the other guy kept looking with a half crazed expression at the paper as if something might make the result change before his very eyes.

Jide stood frozen on the spot; life seemed to have gone out of him. He breathing quickened as realization gave birth to panic inside him. Tola’s maniac laughter seemed to accelerate the process.

Lying there on her bed, all sweaty and butt naked, she suddenly she didn’t look like a vixen anymore. She looked more like a demon that had passed the death sentence on them.

Not wanting to face the future, he picked up the gun from the unconscious Ike, pointed it at his temple and pulled the trigger.

The chamber clicked.

No bullets.

Ike never had the guts to carry a loaded gun.

He flung the gun aside angrily and cowered in a corner, dumbed and knocked out of his wits end as Tola’s laughter continued to echo in his ears and into the night.

END

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