Dangerous Love - Episode 4

 

The hip-hop music thumped rhythmically from the speakers mounted on the stage as people mostly teens danced to the song being played by the disc jockey.

We were outside the club the celebrant was throwing the birthday bash

I felt an elbow jab me in the middle.

“Err …….. Tony meet Peace” I heard Rita say as a fair and slim guy clasped my hand in handshake.

Tony is an amblyopic and athletically built man.

He’s twenty five.

Rita had chatted nonstop about him since we left my house for the party

“Nice to meet you” I mumbled . I didn’t like him and I tried really hard to resist the urge of wiping my palm on the slit and strapped velvet gown I was putting on.

“I’m in Uniben studying accounting. I just came back home. Semester break”

I know already. Rita made sure of it.

I screamed inwardly.

“Oh you’re in the uni?” I asked.

Mr. Tony is no modest because I could see that I had struck a gold vein he smiled and answered. “Yes, I got my admission immediately I finished my secondary school. I had two-three-six in  my jamb”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

Show off.

“I have also written my jamb and had two-fifty-nine as my cumulative score

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. I’m waiting for Unilag to send my admission letter” I answered him.

Tony the braggart was not chagrined that I had more marks than him in the JAMB examination he nodded his head and asked what course I wanted to study in the university.

“Mass communication” I answered.

“That’s a nice course but the competition is much; everybody wants to study Mass communication almost every Art student wants to study Mass communication or Law I have a friend…….”

Oh yeah I thought. As I zoned out the grim fate Tony the grim fate doled out for me if I chose to study Mass Communication.

Oh yeah? virtually all the commercial students I know wants to study accountancy in fact, I know someone who read accountancy in school but now works as a lowly clerk in a firm Mr. Competition I thought, disliking him more and more.

“What are you guys discussing?” I heard my friend’s nasal voice ask. I had forgotten about my friend during the zest of discussion with her inamorato.

Rita had two disposable cups full with alcohol; she took a large gulp from one and gave me the other.

I didn’t want to seem prude so I took the cup against the better judgment of my inner and cautious mind and downed it with one large gulp.

The slushy liquid burned my chest and made me feel woozy. I was to later learn that the drink had been brewed from the combination of spirits, marijuana and cough syrup with codeine.

Rita looked at me with unconcealed surprise she was definitely surprised that I drank the alcohol without pushing and prodding.

Tony whispered something in her ears.

“He said we should go into the club that’s where all the fun’s at” Rita shouted so she could be heard above the din of the music thumping from inside the club.

In the club.

Horror.

The light was dimmed and the little light that ???????????? streamlined perspiring and clammy  bodies clinging and gyrating.

My eyes caught a girl to whom a boy with braids clung to, pressing his pelvis into hers. The girl had her legs locked behind the boy’s back and she was supported by the boy’s hand as they both did their sultry routine.

Tony led me and Rita to the bar stools and went to get more drinks for us. It wasn’t long before he returned with more booze in plastic disposable cups filled to the brim with alcohol. Tony left us to greet his friends that just trooped into the club.

I gulped down the drink and it had a funny aftertaste and my eyes crisscrossed.

Rita was currently dancing with a boy who had his pelvis pressed into hers. I dragged her from the lewd boy and sat her down on a stool beside me where she continued displaying drunken antics. Rita was drunk and I wasn’t feeling too good either.

Where is Tony when we need him now?

“I’m guessing she’s drunk right?” a minted breath cooed in my ears.

I turned to face perhaps the most handsome guy I perhaps have ever met; It was a slim dark guy with an afro haircut.

I have to confess. I blushed.

“ Yeah …..she..huh….is” I stuttered incoherently with my words surprisingly   slurring.

I had not drank that much; had I?

“I can bet you’re not feeling too good too right?” Mr. Stranger said.

Huh?

Mr. Stranger’s statement of the fact was beginning to sound sinister to me and I anticipated what he was going to say next and had an answer ready for him.

“Can I take you guys home?”

“No”

“But you could really…….”

“I said no! Take your help someplace else you creep! Shameless pig trying to take advantage of two drunk girls” I cut him short sharply raising my voice. Alcohol did have it ways of bolstering one’s confidence.

Mr. Stranger looked like he was about to say something then he turned and left me alone. Perhaps he left because he saw Tony making his way over with his friends?   

Rita sat slumped on the bar stool tired out from the humongous psychedelic and psychotropic inebriant she had consumed.

“I’m very sorry I left you guys for so long I got carried away discussing with my friends”  Tony said introducing me to the five friends with him.

I was barely able to assimilate their names. Tony grabbed Rita and propped her to stand.  he asked if I will be able to walk. I said yes.

One of his friends and he grabbed her arms and led me and her out of the club down a corridor to a door.

Tony opened the door and led Rita in. I followed them in.

Then, there and then did my inner mind ask me a question.

Why did Tony bring you to a room and not out the club?

Alack! My inebriate body was slow to react to the call to danger as the door had slammed shut behind me and my neck was seized by a pair of gruff hands and bony hand clamping my mouth shut.

I was pushed to a king size bed in the room, Rita also had been pinned down by some boys and she offered little resistance as she was being disrobed. I screamed in horror.

No! This can’t happen to me!!

 I felt hands tear my gown open. I tried to struggle but my intoxicated had little resistance to offer as three of Tony’s muscular friend pinned me to the bed.

I heard the clinking of belts and the undoing of zippers although my body was being fueled by adrenaline to fight the rapists my resolve thinned with the passing seconds.

The rapists had undressed me and were both arguing who was to go first.

Rita was naked and the three boys handling her were doing some lewd stuff with her. I made overt appeals to the boys to leave us alone.

Please. I pleaded with my eyes.

The two boys scoffed and having decided on whom to go first, the boy pinning my hand to the mattress knelt astride my stomach.

If only. I thought

If only I could wiggle my hands free and remove the hands clamping my mouth.

I’ll scream my head off and….

Then.

The door burst in with the security of the club flooding in; The would be rapists were hefted off me and Rita although they tried to scurry out of the room, the security men succeeded in foiling their attempt and arresting them.

I tried to stand up groggy but aware of my exposed cleavage. The room seemed lopsided and my head felt heavier than it actually was.

The minted breath was in my face again checking to see if I was okay.

“How?” I asked.

“I overhead those guys discussing how they were going to rape you and your friend. I tried to rescue you but you wouldn’t have none of it so I had to call the security and when I did. You guys have left the bar. We asked around and found out you guys have lodged in this room ”

“Oh thank you” I managed to say with a raspy voice.

“My name is Temi Odunuga”

So Mr. Stranger is Temi Odunuga.

Temi Odunuga.

I passed out.