By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
The moment the man finished speaking, he waved a hand and the men behind him came forward hitting Chioma mercilessly as her bags flew away, Chioma cried out in pain, trying her best not to fall to the ground. She wondered how she could be so unfortunate today. Maybe, if she had gone on a date with Felix, she wouldn’t be facing this now. As the men hit her, she felt her head spinning, causing her to feel dizzy. Suddenly, her vision went black, and she managed to hold onto a pole.
Tears streamed down Chioma’s face as she thought she could be saved just like in movies. She was already surrounded. How could Michael who was in Abuja save her. Chioma was to use her last strength to save herself. But then, the men were very strong. There was a huge disparity between a man and woman, let alone when facing about ten men who are paid to do jobs like this. For future business, they would do their employers bidding to be recommended or hired again. It was impossible for Chioma’s weak strength to challenge the men.
‘Miss, why don’t you save yourself? You little slut! One of them mockingly said.
Chioma tried her best possible to save herself, afraid the men might kill her here or take her somewhere secluded where they would leave her body in broken pieces. She felt that if she had learned a little bit of karate she could at least defend herself. She had watched several Chinese movies, where women were able to defend themselves in moments like this.
She
wished she was in such movies, defending herself. But, no, she was hopeless and
helpless at the same time.
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