Dr. Daniel.
It's been a week plus since his daughter was kidnapped by unknown persons. He had planned a visit at the police state headquarters to see the commissioner about the progress of their investigation this morning.
So many thoughts had been running through his mind as to why his daughter must have been kidnapped. As CMD of UCTH, his first tenure expires in a month and he intends to go for a second tenure. Although two other strong candidates were vying for the position, having performed exceptionally well he was the favorite candidate. The police had narrowed their search to the other two candidates possibly to blackmail him to step down from the race, but he was yet to get contacted by the abductors.
Being who he is, he usually doesn't pick up calls from hidden numbers but this morning when his phone rang and he saw the caller's ID and number as unknown, he wasted no time in picking up the call hoping for it to be her abductors. But fortunately, it was her voice he heard on the other end of the phone. He could barely hear her because it was obvious she was crying. Then a male voice said she would return soon before the call went dead.
He was filled with mixed emotions. Should he be happy he has finally confirmed she's alive and the voice said she's coming home soon? Or be worried she was crying and could not talk properly? Was she being tortured? How soon was this soon the man mentioned? Picking up his phone he wanted to call the commissioner and inform him, but he decided against the idea and chose instead to visit him and hear what he had to say before detailing him on the latest development.
His wife came out and saw him pacing around tapping the phone on his palms and asked what the problem was. He knew it was better off she wasn't told in other not to raise her hopes and blood pressure. She had only just returned home the previous evening from the hospital. He just told her he had nothing but that he was planning his visit to the commissioner later that morning. Knowing he was lying, she just ignored him because pressing further wouldn't make him reveal once he refused to tell her the first time she asked. But as he was been driven to his office around 9:30 am later that morning, he got a message from an unknown source simply saying "' she is in good hands and will be with you soon". His lack of concentration when he was discussing with the commissioner almost made him reveal he had been contacted by her abductors.
He had left the apartment since 09:00 am after her meal. He warned her to remain inside the building for her good. Leaving her with a phone only he could reach her with, he told her to expect his call later in the day and also to call him on the only number on the phone just in case something came up. The apartment was well furnished yet it was obvious it was just a hideout of some sort. Most of the items and furniture had the look of things that were hardly (if ever) used. Feeling lazy and relaxed, she had the robe on, still with no undergarments. After breakfast of bread and tea, she took her bath and then returned to the living room where she sat lounging on the couch watching a music channel. She had no idea when she slept off, but she woke up to the sound of someone walking inside the building with heels. When she opened her eyes, she saw an athletic figure of a woman dressed in a white top, black skinny jeans, and 5-inch red heels standing hands akimbo looking down at her. "Who are you?" she heard the woman ask in a tone that suggested trouble. "My name is Otis" she replied sitting up while looking at the face of the lady. Even with the anger on the lady's face, she could see how pretty the lady was. Same skin color as herself but with a spotless face. Her boobs looked D-cup and lovely in the white lacy bra she wore. Flat tummy and a shape that suggested she visited the gym regularly. Her perfume was so strong and enchanting even to her a female. "This right here is a pretty but angry woman," she thought. "How did you get in here?" The woman asked again when she noticed the young girl ogle her. Not giving her the chance to answer, the lady added "And what for? What do you do Otis?" She was disgusted at her. "I was kidnapped and one man rescued me and brought me here. He asked me to wait here for him" she replied filled with a sudden fear of the pretty lady. Was she his wife? "You look like a prostitute young girl. Like you've been having sex all night. Now before I count to three, take you slutty ass out of here before I hurt those pretty eyes you use in staring at me that way" the lady threatened in a very calm manner. When the lady suggested she was a prostitute, that was when she became conscious of the fact that one of her boobs was outside the robe the whole time for the lady to see. Pulling the ends of the robe together, she tried to cover herself while replying to her saying "He asked me to wait for.." It was so fast and unexpected as she received the first slap of her life. Although she had been punished severely by her parents, especially her dad, whose favorite punishment was "kneel there and hands up", no one had ever hit her face before not even in secondary school. All her life, she had somehow managed to stay out of people's way. She saw stars as her vision became blurred for a few seconds while the sound echoed in her ears. It was enough that he was married, but bringing another girl here was unacceptable and she had warned him never to let her come across any one of his numerous prostitutes. And here was this one, talking back at her. With the pain she felt on her cheeks, she didn't need anyone to tell her the lady's fingers must have left their trail there as she rubbed the place. But she needed to make this lady understand that she ain't no whore and started by saying "I'm not a pro…" when the second slap landed on the other cheek. In anger and a teary voice, she screamed at the lady "I'm not a whore and I didn't sleep with your husband madam. I was kidnapped over a week ago in Cantina and he found me in the place where he came for an operation last night and brought me here. He promised to take me back home but that it's not safe for me yet…"
Certain past events had left her bruised both emotionally and physically. She had learned the hard way never to be lenient or trusting especially when dealing with the female folks, and she had lost all forms of empathy for people generally. Tears were the last thing to move her, but as she watched this girl crying after hitting her and the marks left by her fingers on the girl's face, she wished she hadn't. Well, she wasn't to blame because the girl's hair was scattered and also she had what appeared like finger marks on her boobs which seemed to have been gotten during a recent round of rough sex.
But having forgotten how to be soft, she wasn't about to learn how right now, so she just hissed and went into one of the rooms. While she was aware he had a mission the previous night, he never revealed the details to her when she had asked and pressed him earlier. So it was easy for her to assume the girl was one of the many whores he used on such missions.
Otis on her part sat back down on the couch still rubbing her cheeks and sobbing. That was when she remembered the phone he left with her. Picking it up, she dialed the only number on it. When he picked up the call he sounded as though she was disturbing him when he said "What is it Otis?" in a deep and harsh tone.
She sniffed in a bid not to sound as though she was crying before saying "There's a lady here in the house and she asked me to leave the house. She…."
Cutting her short he just said "I'm close to the estate" and then ended the call.
About 10 minutes later, the lady emerged from the room with a briefcase and a laptop. She had changed into a different but bigger t-shirt and had removed her heels replacing them with slippers. Placing the briefcase on the table and taking a seat opposite Otis she asked her "Are you from Cantina?" while turning on the laptop and making herself comfortable on the couch.
"Yes," she responded keeping it short while also avoiding the lady's gaze.
"Yes? And who do you think you are addressing?" she asked feigning anger at the girl's response.
"Yes I am Madam" she corrected herself.
"A student?" the lady asked opening the briefcase after a few seconds of silence.
"Yes madam, first-year nursing, UNICAN" she answered.
"So how were you kidnapped? Party girl who went clubbing when she was supposed to be sleeping right?" the pretty lady without looking up at her and also insinuating she was a typical Cantinan youth who loved clubbing. Looking up to answer the lady, she discovered the contents of the briefcase to be bundles of minted Naira notes, a pistol and sachets of white substances that she concluded were drugs. She lost her voice and became scared again. "From one drug house to another. With the way the man responded when she called him, was he sincere about returning her home? If he was sincere, why did he hide the number of the phone so her dad couldn't call back or trace them with the help of the cops?" she was lost in these thoughts when the woman snapped her out of thoughts.
Wondering why the girl didn't answer her last question, she looked up to see the girl looking at the contents of the briefcase. Understanding the fear registered on the girl's face and the tears forming in her eyes and smiling, she calmly said "No one is hurting you here Otis, but if you don't answer my question, I just might do that". Going by her kidnap story, she was kidnapped by the Hornets and sold as a sex slave. She knew the girl must have passed through a lot she was thrilled knowing the girl was scared of her.
Just then the door flew open and he came inside. She was a little bit relieved by his arrival. But his next words when their eyes met reassured her of his trust in a way.
"And why did you hit her?" he asked the lady as he stepped inside closing the door behind himself.
"Is that supposed to be my welcome kiss or hug?" she asked not looking up from the laptop. "By the way, my trip was fine, thanks for asking" she added ignoring his questions.
"How do you feel seeing your finger imprints on her face?" he asked her while sitting next to Otis. "And as usual, you're enjoying tormenting her right?" he asked touching and examining the girl's face.
"I've warned you severally not to bring your whores to my house. And you don't talk to me like that before a whore" she flared up closing the laptop's screen. Standing up, she closed the briefcase and was about to head inside.
"Still angry about the mission right? Besides, the fact that I brought her here meant she ain't one of the girls. The mission wasn't the type to use the girls and I had to call in two of my boys for the job. She's not a whore but was abducted by them" He said before turning to Otis saying "I'm taking you home tomorrow dear."
"She's a trained sex slave and the first thing she did when she saw me was check out my boobs. Only whores do that my dear." she ended as she went into the room.
Passing the bag he came in with Otis, he stood up following the lady. Before she could look inside the bag and thank him for its contents, he had already followed her into the room.
Inside the rather weighty bag were some clothes, matching bras and panties. The next thing she heard was the sound of a slap coming from the room.