I starred once more at the fierce looking man in the same room. Bloodshot eyes with thick dark lips with which he dropped that kiss. Mouth smelled of local gin and cigarette.
'Guy park well o, konji hold me well'
He blurted and my heart skipped for the seventh time since my arrival. He got closer and made to whisper to my ears, I readjusted. I had perceived enough of the unwelcoming breath already.
'Guy comot o'
I ran to the opening that had just a glimpse of light radiating into the unfortunate cell I was locked in with a pervert. I screamed for help which was not coming, rather there was a loud laughter from the policemen that guarded the cells.
I stood facing the exterior, backing my supposed housemate and reminiscing the travails that got me here.
I felt his hard hands grab the rubber at my waist,the loose fitted under pants slid down my waist,soiled breeze of urine and sweat brushed over my buttocks. I knew I couldn't fight now.
'Trust me Sir, I just gave him a lift. We were going the same way'
My pleas were not tended to. It fell on deaf ears.
'You'll say that again after your remains have been buried' he pronounced sarcastically.
I was devastated.
'Argh' I moaned,but in pains afterall.I felt that organ slide through. The tears dropped. I couldn't resist. He held me tight against the cracked walls.
'Sir, I'm the personal assistant to the council chairman, you can reach him to attest for me, I'm very responsible' I beseeched the Inspector general of the squad. He gave me a lopsided grin and shook his head sideways. I never saw him again.Just after a moment,his men appeared and dragged me carelessly to a cell that housed a monster. The beast seeking pleasure that didn't wait for me to see the next morning sun from here.
Earlier before sunrise today, I gave a ritualist a lift unknown to me. While I drove along the highway with my radio playing softly.I heard the chick in his portfolio squeak for the first time.I ignored and believed it came from the outside. Then it continued the second time and then repeatedly as though the poor chicks were under torments.I got uncomfortable and almost lost control of the steer.Then the young man I gave a lift with his little chicks assured me it was nothing, he was on his way to deliver the chicks he sold.I got convinced.
I trusted and that was the mistake.I didn't think chicks were carried in cages and not opaque portfolios,I never imagined the aftermath. How much of a dummy I was. We got to a checkpoint and I stopped without fear,I had no skeletons in my cupboard afterall.While the police checked my license and papers, the chicks gave a loud cry, higher pitched than the previous.After that search, we both landed here as crime accomplices; human parts with fresh blood were neatly wrapped in the same portfolio I thought had just chicks. The corps didn't understand I only offered a lift out of generosity to him.
The fierce thrust by the invert behind brought me back from my reverie. I didn't scream this time, I only kept calm and tearfully enjoyed the act.Warm fluid spilled all over my skin,I felt it drip down my laps,slowly. I heard so much about men having men in the media,now it is me in the act on the very morning of Monday the twenty-seventh.
End!
