Chapter 2 Where Am I

Chapter 2

My eyes snapped open as cold water splattered on my face. The sudden shock making me tense my muscles. Eyelids fluttering I tried to wipe the droplets of waters that trickled down my face, but my hands were stuck. I Tried to free my hands of whatever was trapping em, but they wouldn't budge. I tried harder and harder, but something sharp and cold kept preventing me from doing so. So I shifted my gaze downwards and saw that manacles were binding my hands and feet to a wooden chair. Staring at the manacles my eyes suddenly caught a dark menacing shadow on the floor. Slowly I traced it with my eyes until they fell on a bulry guy. I swear the size of his biceps made my heart skip. By the look of his arms, he must be doing five hundred pushups a day. For a while I give his face a good stare, but he wasn't a bit familiar. He was so tall and thick that his muscle rippled underneath the tight red T-shirt he was putting on. The man had the swagger of someone I didn't even want to lock eyes with, because his eyes were sharp and cold just like the rest of his facial features. Running his hands on his bald head, he watched as I wriggled on the chair, and then spun around and plodded out of my sight.

My heart was beating faster and faster until it reached a climax.

Where am I?

I let my eyes dart around the forlorn room. Dirt motes floated through the pale light that came from a lamp hanging in the room. The floor boards were rough and covered with dusts, debris of furnitures, cigar butts and empty bottles clustered the floor. The air was impregnated with filthy odours. Suddenly it struck me like lighting:

WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!

This is not my dad's basement. For CHRIST SAKE! What the hell am I doing here and who the hell was that guy? I Hope it is not what I'm thinking? GaaaAWD! I'm finished... After smashing me in face, he still had the guts to kidnapped me... What am I going to do now?

I felt like my heart had been ripped out. A state of misery that I couldn't see the end of the tunnel. A terrible weight fell onto my shoulders as I sat still on the chair, anticipating what would happen next. Fear tortured my guts, and engulfed my mind with negative thoughts that I couldn't get rid off. I kept on tugging the manacles, I never gave up. My desperate attempts to stay alive. I kept on tugging hoping that a miracle would happen.

Minutes later, a man in blue and white stripped shirt strutted into the room with a tiger like tread. His black trousers were held by straps of grey suspenders, which ran over his small-shoulders. The pale light glimmered on his bald head as he halted in front of me; dug around in his pocket and brought out a cigar and lighter. Shoving the cigar between his lips, he lit it and then took a long drag. Clenching the cigar between his cinnamon fingers he lowered his head and blew the cloud of smoke into my face. My eyes stung from the smoke; tears filled my eyes as I sneeze. Slowly he adjusted his round-shaped glasses, his squinty and smoky gray eyes peering into mine. Pursing his lips, he reached for the gag and in one swift motion he harsly peeled it off my mouth.

AaarrrhhHH"

I yelled my lungs out, due to the searing pain.

"Somebody help!! help me!!!"

I yelled.

"shut up!! you slimy son of a bitch"

he shushed me by placing a silver gun on my lips.

"shhhhh, or else I'll put the cloth back on your mouth and blow your head off..."

he said slowly and gruffly, his cigar dangling at the corner of his mouth. With bulging eyes I stared at the gun and swallowed hard.

"please don't kill me....PleeeeASE"

I cried and nodded vehemently.

"Then you better shut up or else I will"

Sweat pouring down my body, I tried my best to stay as still as possible.

"Very good, your dad wants to speak with you"

He said and dug his hand into his pocket, brought out a phone, tapped the screen for a while and placed it before me. My heart lept for joy when my dad's voice emanated from the phones speaker.

"stiles!!!"

"dad!!!"

we both called out at the same time.

"Don't worry son, I'll get you out of there as soon as possible. I promise you with the last ounce of my blood that no harm will come to you"

"Dad please...."

"time up"

the bald dude interrupted, by retrieving the phone, and placing it on his pierced ear.

"I give you thirty minutes to get me the money"

he snorted.

"Where or how do you expect me to get 2 million naira in thirty minutes?"

My Dad's voice boomed from the phone.

"Is that meant to be a rhetorical question you Idiot? I don't care to know how you get the money. All I know is get me the filthy money and don't you dare to involve the police or else, tsk tsk tsk. I'll send your son to hades in the blink of an eye."

he bragged and shoved the phone back in his pocket.

"if your daddy doesn't bring my money in the next thirty minutes, I bet you, you'll kick the bucket."

AHEM

he cleared his throat, adjusting his red polka dotted tie. He took a long drag from his cigar and then plodded out. Wincing and groaning I kept on tugging the manacles but it was futile. As I waited in the dark of the abandoned room, bounded in manacles, my mind raced like someone expecting a death sentence. My heart was throbbing in my ears, loud and irregular, but I could barely hear it, for my mind was clouded with fear.

The sound of footsteps rushed into my ears as though water flowed down a stream. Raising my head up, my eyes fell on the bulry guy and the bossy guy with the silver gun. Walking over to me, the bossy guy grabbed my chin with one hand and forced my head back. Looking me up and down he inquired,

"do you know how to pray?"