I lay on the mat and closed my eyes to sleep. I had almost drifted off when something suddenly climbed me. I screamed and jumped up. MG sat up immediately too.
"What's that?" He asked
"I don't know. I can't see. Maybe it's a scorpion." God, I'm so scared. I'm gonna die tonight. He pulled out his phone and turned on the torch quickly. There was a trail of ants so black and with such huge heads, I didn't believe they were ants.
He hissed. "So ant bite you, you dey shout as if say na lion you see. Shey you have woken me up, don't worry, in the morning, you'll be punished accordingly."
I was still shivering in fear. What if I was poisoned and I'm going to die soon?
"Please, can you leave the torch on? I'm really scared, MG," I said
"My name's Ola not MG." He turned his back against me again
"Ola? That's a weird name," I think the name is too short, Ola, Ola, Ola, okay, it sounds just right but I'm not going to tell him that.
"Weird?" He turned to face me
"Yeah. I like MG."
"Well I don't. Don't call me that again."
"Switch on the light." I demanded
"Which light?"
"The electric power supply obviously," was my response. I mean, it's better to sleep with the lights on. He started laughing. "Are you laughing at me? What's funny?" Is this guy wacko or something.
"We haven't had light for 2 weeks now. Maybe they'll bring it today for our August visitor," he said
"What are you saying? How do they bring light?" It's so confusing.
"Ha! Na wa o. Okay, make I use oyibo explain. In Nigeria, the power supply is not constant. We have fixed times when we get it and sometimes, it's unavailable for days," he explained
"Oh. Emm... MG, there's something else bothering me," I was wondering when they were going to call my father for the ransom. It should be time, right?
"My name is not MG!"
"Fine sorry, Ola. Now, I have two things bothering me."
"What and what are they?"
"When are you going to call my parents for the ransom?"
"When I want. What's the next question?"
"Why am I being treated so nicely? Aren't kidnapped victims supposed to be beaten or even raped?"
"Is that what you want?"
"It's just a question. Why would I want that?"
"I don't know. Maybe you're a masochist or you've had a lifelong fantasy of being gang-raped."
"Ha ha very funny."
"Well, I'm usually nice to my guests. All I want is to get paid so if you don't want trouble, then I don't either."
"Oh."
"Go back to sleep. Goodnight."
"Ola?" God, I don't know if I should ask this but I can't go back to that scary mat.
"Yes?"
"Do you promise not to touch me if I sleep on the bed with you?"
"Why would I promise that?" He was smiling now. Evil bastard😈
"I thought you said you're nice to guests?"
"Yes very. Even in bed." I knew it. This guy is sick upstairs.
He suddenly burst out laughing. "You should see your face. I'm just kidding. I won't touch you. Come on if you want." He rolled over to the other edge of the bed. I eyed him suspiciously before lying down on the bed and turning my back against me. He snuggled close and wrapped a hand around my waist and placed his head on the pillow I was using. Gosh, this feels so gooooood. I should push him off now, shouldn't I?
"Just relax," he whispered in my hair and that caused a vibration down my entire body and I did just that; relax.
The next morning
"Vanessa, Vanny darling, time for breakfast, leave that room and get down here!" Mummy called out
"I'm coming." Mummy has started again. She won't let me do anything in peace.
"Mummy, she's not coming. She's still lying down," Vivian said opening my door
"What are you doing here? Get out of my room, troublemaker!" I screamed and threw a pillow at her. She dogded it and ran away laughing. I chuckled. Vivi will never change.
I went downstairs and sat at the table. Daddy and Vivian were already seated. Mummy began serving the food.
"Hey..."
"Yes mum?"
"Hey. London girl, wake up." From there, the voices became distorted. I opened my eyes to see a pair of brown eyes staring at me, MG, sorry Ola.
Wait, is he trying to kiss me? Why is his face so close to mine.
I slapped him out of impulse and immediately regretted it.
"Ow... Why did you slap me?" He straightened as he placed his palm on his cheek where he was slapped.
"I'm...sorry. The way you are staring into my eyes like you want to kiss me, I find it really creepy." I hope he doesn't do anything to me.
"Why the fuck would I want to kiss you?"
"Sorry, I..."
"Just shut up and follow me. It's time to make a phonecall." He walked out of the room and I followed after him slowly. As soon as we came out, there was an even larger room which I assumed to be the living room. Let me count...okay, there are ten people here apart from Ola, they were all wearing masks. Boys and girls around his age group, obviously his colleagues in murder, kidnapping and blackmail.
"Boss, make we rough am?" A girly voice asked.
Ola was holding a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out a stick and lit it then placed it between his lips, took a deep smoke and blew out rings of smoke.
"Oya, finish am. When I say stop, you hold on first," he gave the order and brought out his phone. The people began advancing towards me. Wait a minute, what's going on here? Were they talking about me? What do they want to do to me?
A guy began to loosen his belt...