Black Chronicles: Kidnapped

Undisclosed location,


I made a startling discovery – I was caged, and I was lying on a hard floor, my ribs ached and I couldn’t move.

I woke up to realize that it was a dark, windowless room. A weak light, probably from a candle, shone from a distance. My nose

caught the whiff of dust and ammonia. Dazed, I sat up too quickly.

The sight of everything stirred an imagination. Oh, no! Don’t let this be a cell.

But it was.

I tried to sit up, but I realized my hands were tied behind my back. A thorough scrutiny of myself told me that my legs too were bound.

Have I been kidnapped?

Well, I was to find that out later.

I took a deep breath, darting my eyes around. For an instant, I thought I got a glimpse of someone. I turned my head, vaguely made the outline of a doorway. Then I saw it – the silhouette of a person.

I guess whoever was there realized I was awake because the silhouette shifted, just briefly.

Silence. The darkness went deathly still.

Fine. That was good despite the ominous aura.

I waited, holding my breath.

Without a warning, a flood of light swept the whole room. It blinded, stung. I instinctively tried to shield my eyes only to becomeconscious of the fact that the hands were safely secured behind my back.


I tried to turn my head instead.

A shoe scraped on tile. Undoubtedly a stiletto.

“Hey, who’s there?” I said hoarsely. My throat burned as though I had drunk acid. “Help me.”

A figure of a woman slunk in. She was slender, tall, model beautiful, young, no more than a college kid. She looked familiar, but where had I seen her.

At that moment, a cascade of images suddenly blinded me, frozen snapshots popping like camera flashes.

….a smile… a dimming room… a plane…. Screams…. Then nothing.

Then it was gone.

My head pounded.

The woman approached the cage, or rather the cell, as if nearing a lion’s den. A hint of a smile crossed her face and I flinched.

Stirring on the floor, I rasped out, “Who are you? What do you want?”

From the clandestine aura that blanketed the milieu, I sensed some danger, real damn trouble.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Look who’s awake now,” the woman said. Her voice was like Jezebel’s to Naboth.

“What’s going on? Where am I?”

“For now, you don’t want to know,” she told me. “You are confused.”

I attempted to voice a protest, to yell something, but I realized I had nothing to say. My stomach muscles clenched tight. Panic invaded me, and then something crossed my mind.

How could that be? Had I taken a blow to the head? A concussion? I sought memory for what could have happened. There was nothing.

“Everything would be clear soon,” she told me. “First, let’s get introduced. I am Celestine. Nice to meet you.”
Yeah, nice to meet you too.

“Would you mind freeing me, at least to shake your hand?”

“Absolutely, but not before coming to an understanding.”

“And that would be?”

“One, no stupid antics with me. I know who you are, Venus. And I know what you are capable of, but I won’t hesitate to break your neck.”

Now, that got me. First, she’d used my codename. Was she someone from the agency? I doubted.

“Two, you are in the middle of nowhere, so, don’t think you can escape. Don’t even entertain the thought.

“Three, you are dead. No one would be looking for you.”


She regarded me as though to say, ‘you heard me, bitch.’
Copyright ©Elove, 2013

9 thoughts on “Black Chronicles: Kidnapped” by elovepoetry (@elovepoetry)

  1. @elovepoetry … I love this one… your diction caught my reading mind… but I was kind of wondering its fictionality or nonfictionality because of the ‘undisclosed location.’ However, I enjoyed the write…

  2. @innoalifa….. Well, the fictionality/nonfictionality of this series, BLACK CHRONICLES has been questioned in the past, but i would tell you what I told the others, ‘Its fiction.’

    1. @elovepoetry … well done writer… it’s such a great work of fiction… making the distinction bewteen reality and unrealism in this context seems but an upheal task…

  3. I almost missed this. But now I didn’t. Your suspence keeps my heart muscles contracted, expecting things I don’t know, and then I see the final stop: ©elove. Hmmmmm. So obvious you’re the mistress of the game. Great piece.

    1. @doremi, thanks for your comment, and flowery response. I love it that you find me intriguing in my writing, read more please. Black Chronicles is a series, you should read all of them to grasp what really is happening to Folami/Zohara/Venus.

  4. K. I’ll spend tonight surfing and reading ’em.

  5. @elovepoetry, this is really good. A thriller that does what it says on the tin. I have to go find the others. Welldone.

    1. Thanks @olajumoke for reading and comment, and your time. Please do read the earlier series, and the latest. You will like it.

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