The room was quite dark, except for the light bulb that did little in brightening the room, but it was enough to see the face of the people in the room.
Tola sat quietly, his trembling hands, resting on his thighs. His heart raced and his mouth went dry. He looked around wondering what sort of torture he was going to experience. He had seen how Nigerian officers torture criminals in movies, using hot irons, whipping, kicking, and beating them up.
There was a glass beside him that demarcated the room, he could not see beyond the glass but he was sure that anyone on the other side could see him. if he weren't in this situation, he would have shouted out to the police department because this interrogation room was top notched just like the ones in Hollywood movies.
The door creaked open, and voices filtered in as the man who arrested him stepped in. the door closed, sealing off the voices from outside. The detective took his seat opposite him and placed a folder before him.
"Tola. Tola Falana. That's your name, right?" The detective asked, flipping the folder open.
Tola nodded in reply.
"Good," he muttered, taking out a picture from the folder and passing it to Tola; "This is your car, right?"
"Yes, it is."
"Okay." The detective muttered again and took out his phone and played the recorded tape of Bianca being abducted in his car; "Now this is you."
Tola remained speechless. His eyes gazed at the screen with no expression at all.
He looked up at the detective and then his eyes started to redden, as they welled up with tears.
"I didn't kill Bianca!" Tola said loudly, almost breaking down in tears.
"All evidence points that you abducted her. Why do you keep denying it?" The detective questioned.
"Because I didn't!" Tola screamed out.
The detective squinted his eyes and relaxed his back on his seat.
"He forced me to," Tola added, tears streaming freely down his face.
"Who forced you to?"
"I don't know who he is, but he said he'll kill my mother if I didn't," Tola replied, his words filled with sobs.
"Tell me everything, how you met him and what transpired." The detective urged Tola on.
"It's a week to Bianca's Birthday," Tola started his narration. His mind travelled back to how it all started.
***** FLASHBACK TO ONE WEEK BEFORE BIANCA'S BIRTHDAY *******
"Guys, guys!" Bianca called out as she ran to the table, where Tola, Chioma, and Ayo were seated.
"Dave has promised to host my birthday party next week. It's gonna be dope." Bianca giggled like a child who had been promised ice cream.
"Rich kid. See the perks of dating a rich boyfriend, leave Chioma that don't want to use that fine ass of hers to get herself a guy that will spend on her." Tola added and they laughed out loud.
"Being single is not my problem, I have not spent my father's money finish," Chioma stated, closing up the novel she was reading; "Besides, all I need is a dick," Chioma added and they all gasped.
"Baddo!" Ayo hailed.
"But, what about the birthday party your parent is planning on hosting for you?" Ayo asked.
"Yeah, how will you cope? You can't split yourself in two, or can you?" Tola added with an askance look on his face.
"I'll attend theirs once the one Dave is gonna host for me ends," Bianca added finally taking a seat.
As soon as she seats, her phone beeps and she sigh; "I wasn't even allowed to sit and rest, it's time for a class already." She grumbled; "C'mon Ayo, let's go." She said to Ayo and rose to her feet and picked up her bag.
"We'll see you guys later." They bade them goodbye and left.
Chioma and Tola stayed back for a while before Chioma suggested they go to her place which Tola agreed to.
Her parents weren't around as usual when they got home.
Chioma locked the door behind them and placed her bag on the table.
Tola walked towards the sofa to take a seat.
"As I said earlier, it's just dick I want," Chioma muttered drawing Tola's attention to herself as she pulled off her top.
"C'mon Chioma, you too naughty. You haven't paid me for the last fuck, I still need to buy meds for my mother." Tola stated as she took slow strides toward him.
"Okay, your money is in my purse," she replied and probed closer to him; "Now f*ck me as your life depends on it." A wide grin etched on Tola's lips.
He pulled her close and spun her around with her back now resting on the sofa.
He locked lips with her. Kissing, sucking and his left hand fumbling her breast through her pink lacy bra.
Chioma's hands found their way to his belt and began unhooking them. He broke the kiss and gave her ample opportunity to do justice to his trouser and shirt. He pulled her skirt up to her waist and her panties he shifted, giving his fingers free access to her warmth.
She gasped as soon as both his finger slid into her. She was dripping wet and her kitty cat clenched on to his finger.
She let out a soft moan as he increased the Tempo.
Her soft palm circled his hardened length and slowly rubbed it, from the end to the tip as he worked on her with his fingers. She rocked her waist slowly making him increase his tempo.
He rubbed her clit and suddenly pulled out his fingers, to tease her. Making her back arch and her hungry for more. Her lust filled looked up at him, wondering why he stopped. He chucked and brought his face down.
He licked, briefly and stopped, letting his warm breath tickle her. She couldn't take it anymore, and she pushed his head in. his tongue in her, traveling deep, sucking, nibbling on every inch of her. She gasped, her moans filling the air.
"Tola," she called out as his back trembled in the climax. "F*ck me!" she pleaded.
He needed no further invitation.
He positioned his length and slowly went in. like a master of the art, he went all in. the way he handle her made her always come back to him for more.
He was the reason why she didn't want any other guy.
The way his finger trailed on her skin.
His sweat dropped from his body onto hers. His grunt and her moans filled the air. Like lyrics of their ecstasy.
"Faster!" she urged, but he didn't go faster. He was driving her crazy. Filling her with every bit of him. he pulled out and rubbed his tip on her before going in again. But this time faster.
Increasing his tempo with each passing second. She screamed as he hit her end. His finger came down to rub her clit.
He could feel his climax approaching. He kept driving in hard until he shot all his seeds inside her.
He relaxed on the sofa beside her.
"Where is the money so I can go and buy them for my mother her drugs?" he asked weakly.
"In my bag, but we are going one more round!" she said.
He chuckled and rose to his feet, he walked over to her bag and that was when he sighted his phone on the floor with its screen displaying a missed call message.
It was his mum; 5 MISSED CALLS.
"I have to go, I'll come tomorrow, please." He said and rushed to his trouser.