Disgraced...

Disgraced...





She was terrified, she was all forms of scared. She was bound, hand and foot in chains and gagged in a dark room with a musty smell, coupled with the sweaty musky smell of her captors. She wondered how she got here; last she remembered, she was in the park with her sketchbook and a pencil looking for inspiration for her new gallery exhibition and sale. Next thing, she felt a dull ache as someone hit her hard at the back of her head with something big. Now she had a really stinging headache and she could bet there was a lump the size of an egg at the back of her head. Luckily, she did not have amnesia. She wondered why they took her, what they wanted with her and what they wanted her for. One of the men came towards her, a sinister grin on his face. She felt him studying her and shivered under his intense scrutiny. He looked back at the others.

"This na fine chick oh, better don land!"

     Hearing this, she began to pray, calling God all the names she could remember, calling on all the saints she knew to intercede on her behalf, calling on Blessed Virgin Mary to beg her Son on her behalf. She did not want it to be like this, she did not want this at all.

     The men started circling her. Mentally counting them, she realized with horror that they were eight in number. The one in her line of vision was even licking his lips with a smacking sound. She tried struggling with the bonds but the men, seeing her efforts, laughed at her.

"Yes oh, o boy see fresh meat!"

     A bunch of keys materialized from nowhere and she felt her bonds loosening. She regretted not going to martial arts classes when they were being advertised in high school. She contemplated running but a quick survey of the surrounding, in that respect, dissuaded her; there was nowhere to run to. She prayed for divine intervention. They started pulling her clothes roughly off her but she still kept on praying. When she was stark naked, appreciative whistles materialized from everywhere. They pushed her to the ground roughly, tied her hands together and spread her legs, tying them individually to chairs on either sides of her. She knew her fate was sealed and the tears fell in torrents. Immediately they removed the gag from her mouth, she started begging and screaming, appealing to their forgotten consciences to no avail. Each man had his turn with her, deciding to spew their seed on her body instead. After abusing her to the point of unconsciousness, they carried her messy body and lay her, spread-eagled on the sidewalk. Her disgrace was complete.










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