By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘What’s my crime?’Chioma asked, afraid. But then, she
knew that at this moment she shouldn’t let fear get the best of her, knowing how
pointless fear was in a dangerous situation.
The man glanced down at the bags Chioma was carrying and smirked. ‘Looks like you love food more than your own life. You even protected your bags like you have treasure in them. Anyway, it doesn’t matter to me. I am going to teach you a lesson because your crimes are so much…so, receive this lesson and go home to sin no more.’ His expression was cold that tears started forming into Chioma’s eyes.
‘Who hired you to do this?’ Chioma tried her best to conceal her fear.
‘First of all, you’re already in our hands and there is no way you can escape.’ He smiled proudly. ‘We are just doing our job. But if you can afford to pay us ten million naira extra, then, we will let you go.’
The money was indeed a large sum, Chioma thought. She wondered who must be so rich to pay these people to torture her. Perhaps, it was a fan? Her relationship hasn’t been announced so it was impossible for a fan to be very generous to pay a large sum for her to be tortured. She crossed the possibility that a fan had hired these men. No fan would be this generous to do this, knowing it wouldn’t benefit them. Who would have a malicious intent towards me? Jessica was the only one that could pull such a large amount. However, she was in Lagos State. Who actually wanted to ruin her life? Maybe a secret admirer of Michael, or maybe someone that hated her for no reason.
‘I can tell that you don’t have money just by the cheap clothes you’re wearing even though you must have bought the midnight-snack from a luxury store. I’m sorry; we have no choice than to do this to you. Maybe next time, you stay out of people’s life to avoid problem.’
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