ABDUCTED
Chapter 3
When IB stepped out, a man was leaning against her Nissan Jeep like he owned it. Her blood boiled instantly.
‘Take your filthy self off my car,’ IB ordered.
That upper part of his face was hidden beneath by the baseball cap he wore but he was dressed up in a white shirt, over a faded a pair of jeans and shoes that had seen better days.
‘Didn’t you hear me?’
Her car was parked in front of the ‘EVERYDAY EMPORIUM’ where she’d stopped to meet up with a friend. She had stepped out to find the man leaning so comfortably against her Infinity jeep. She hated it when people did that. It pissed her off. And to make matters worse, he didn’t move an inch. At that moment, it didn’t occur to her to draw the attention of the security.
‘Are you deaf or something? If you want a car to lean on,’ she continued rudely, ‘then you either buy yours or apply to be my driver but never lean against my car.’
She tossed the provisions into the backseat of the car and drove off stopping at the EXCLUSIVE.
She was meeting up with her friend, Cynthia Owunari, to shop for a dress for the party she was going to co-host with her mother.
~*~*~*~
The dinner was a success. IB dazzled her father’s guests with her beauty and charm. They couldn’t keep their eyes off her and she was a natural hostess.
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IB had booked for an evening flight with Aerocontractors to Lagos where she would be boarding the Air France connecting flight to Sweden. She would be staying at the Eko Hotels and Suites, Victoria Island.
Her flight to Sweden was fixed for the following evening and IB wasn’t taking any chances.
She rose to her feet and staggered to the bathroom where she took her time to bathe. An hour and a half later, she drove down to EXCLUSIVE to pick up a few un-derclothes, made a dash to Kingfishers fast food at Olu Obasanjo Road to pick up some snacks for her little cousin before heading home.
While in traffic, she went throu-ghthe CD plates in her vehicle, selecting P-Sqaure’s ‘Get Squared.’ She slot it into her CD player and immediately the car was filed with tunes from the rising stars. She couldn’t wait to see Steve again. He called her every morning and every night just to hear her voice.
‘Oh Steve!’ she Gr0-ned.
P-Square’s ‘buzzy body’ was soon playing and she sang along with them. She loved that particular track.
‘Boy you know say if I give you body, body, you go soji, soj. You no go fit run the MIC, you go lose control…’
‘I no go lose control.’ A male voice, certainly not from the track came up and so close to her right ear.’
‘Oh my God!’ IB gasped and almost lost control of the steering wheel. She quickly adjusted as she felt a warm breath against her skin. The hairs on her body stood upright. One look at the rear view mirror confirmed that it wasn’t her imagination. There was a man in her car!
‘Who are you?’ she demanded.
‘That is for me to know and for you to find out. Keep on driving.’
She felt something cold against her skin and she knew without instinctively told what it was. She was now positively frightened. He gave her directions with the gun pressed against her side, the tinted glas-ses hiding his presence from watching eyes. He warned her against attra-cting attention to herself.
‘If you want the car, I’ll gladly step out and hand the keys over to you.’ She told him.
‘And you think I am stupid enough to play this game with you?’
‘I swear I won’t make any false move. I’ll even pay you. I am -’
‘I know very well who you are, Ibitoru Davids.’
‘Then you know that I can pay you-’
‘One more word from you and I shall end your miserable life.’
That shut her up and with it came the comprehension that this was an abduction. She had heard and read about the horrors kidnapped victims went throu-ghespecially women who were abused nonstop until the ransom was paid. She was mentally calculating her escape when he asked her to pull over somewhere between Isiokpo and Elele with no houses in view and only a few cars on the road. She pulled over and he immediately held a piece of cloth over her nose. Her last thought was ‘please let this not be a ritual killer.’
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‘Mission accomplished.’ Her abductor told himself as he transferred the young woman from the driver’s side to the boot of the vehicle. She deserved it, he told himself to justify his actions.
The drug he had used would keep her unconscious for a few hours which would give him the opportunity to drive to his destination without any interruption. A car drove by just as he was climbing into the pas-senger seat but no one had seen him toss her into the boot. There was enough ventilation for her there, he thought.
He put on his black suit over light blue shirt and black trousers, looking very much like the owner of the expensive jeep. He replaced her particulars with his own just in case of a search by the police. Several minutes later, he took a side road and kept on driving. After several turns, he drove into the garage of a bungalow.
He stepped out of the vehicle and locked the garage from the inside before rescuing the still unconscious young woman. For a slim woman she was heavy, he thought as he unlocked a side door and carried her into a semi- dark sitting room courtesy of the drawn drap-e s. He crossed the room and walked throu-gha narrow pas-sage. He pushed open a door revealing a tiny bedroom.
He deposited her on the bed in the room. She gave a little m-oan but did not wake up. He left the room and headed for the garage where he took out the car battery and hid it in one of the stacked cartons in the garage. He picked up her handbag and shopping articles and left them on the wooden centre table in the sitting room.
He returned to the bedroom. A tiny room with an eight spring bed on a carpeted floor. He had worked on that room when he planned this abduction. He had read about her in the papers. A rich snub who hung around her popular father. A man he had every reason to hate. Her father had given her the best of everything and she had a stubborn streak that he would enjoy taming.
She would attra-ct a heavy ransom as the only daughter of a top politician. Her father would pay throu-ghhis teeth to get her back. And he would have sleepless nights imagining the things he was doing to his little girl.
The bed creaked as he sat on it looking at the unconscious woman. The ice princess who felt she owned the world and therefore had the right to deal with others as she pleased. She was beautiful and intelligent, so full of herself. She was more beautiful than any woman had the right to be and she used it to her advantage. Vain and useless, well not completely a hopeless case. But she led men on and then dumped them like a sack of potatoes. It was thus surprising that none of them had successfully planned her demise or taken her against her will.
She had been back to the country only a few months and was already making waves as the ice princess. She treated others around her as though they had crawled out from un-derneath a rock and he was no exception. Buy his own car or apply to be her driver indeed. He would teach her a lesson she would not forget in a hurry. Only then would she know of his intention towards her.
He lifted her to a sitting position and slowly lifted her top over her flat stomach and up over her head tossing the expensive material aside. Her ti-ght mini skirt followed. Why a woman would choose to dress so provocatively beat him. He left her in her un-derclothes, certain that in her current state of undress, she wouldn’t entertain thoughts of leaving the building.
He went throu-ghher hand bag which contained the usual things you would find in a hand bag including a comb, makeup set, different shades of li-p stick, body spray, perfume, pocket tissue. He found a Zenith Bank cheque book which he placed with her clothes, Zenith Bank and First Bank ATM Cards, an address book, a thick roll of money in her purse which he discovered on counting, was N73, 000.00. He also took out her Ipad, a blackberry and Samsung Galaxy note 7. He took out the sim cards and batteries so she wouldn’t be able to make a call even if she found the phones and Ipad. After a thorou-ghsearch, he also found an Airtel sim card in one of the inner pockets of the handbag which was big enough to fit in a baby.
He left her in the bedroom and locked her in.
TBC…
Who is the kidnapper? How will he make her suffer?
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