HER ADVERSITY: Chapter 61 – The End
By Obianke Prosper
Chapter Sixty Nine
GRACE POV
Grace’s lips quivered, her eyelids stopped blinking, her body stopped moving. She was in fear as she stood face to face with the man, the devil himself – Duncan!
HER ADVERSITY: Chapter 61 – The End
I had never seen someone with so many tattoos and scars. He looked scary, more scarier than I had ever imagined.
He was sitting on a chair, a smirk on his lips as he smoked, taking out the cigarette out of his mouth repeatedly.
“Grace”.His voice was rough and hoarse. “Dylan’s girlfriend. Hmm….”.
He released the smoke in his mouth and laughed, a laugh which didn’t last long but it echoed around despites the number of people in the house, watching us.
“Nephew got a $exy girlfriend. He is quite lucky…”.He gave one of the man in the room a sign which I couldn’t understand but soon, I felt someone pushing me forward to Duncan. I now stood close to him, two steps away.
“Grace, daughter of Mr Uchenna. From Nigeria. Sixteen years old. Schools in Springs Academy. A girlfriend to Dylan”.
I was surprised. How could this man know this much about me? That’s impossible, right?
“Don’t think too much, bch. Thank my boys, they are good at what they do”.
His boys nodded in approval.
“Let me go”.I whispered. “Please… I did nothing wrong”.
“You did something wrong by being close to Dylan, by being his love, by trapping his heart, you see? I hate Dylan as the devil hates us, maybe even more and I want him to feel depressed for the rest of his short miserable life and then you came with your shtty face and became a tiny light in his darkness. Bullsht. Am tired of that, I want him back to depression and one way to do that is to kill you”.
“You are selfish. What will you gain by doing this? What will you gain by killing and watching Dylan suffer?”.
“Satisfaction. I love killing everyone who matters to Dylan. His mum, his dad, I killed them! Oh, he must have told you the interesting story, he must have told you about me but it’s just a pity you never backed off!”.
“Dylan is nice, he is a sweet person but your eyes have turn blind to see that and your ears have gone deaf to hear”.
His face tightened in a deep frown. “Shut up bch! Have heard enough… How dare you insult me and complement Dylan in front of me. Aren’t you afraid?!”.
“A…am sorry”.I suddenly remembered who I was stranding before.
“Job, get me a whip soaked in hot oil”.He ordered one of his boys and he bowed and left.
“No please, don’t do this. Am sorry”.Tears rolled down my face.
“I had wanted to make your death a easy and a quick one seeing how soft and beautiful are you but dmmit, you spoiled my mood, bch. No one angers Duncan and goes Scot free without facing the consequences”.
Seconds later Job brought the whip and I flinched at how strong and oily it looked.
My tears increased same as my pleadings but Duncan mind never changed. He whipped me for minutes. He didn’t count it neither did I since I was too busy crying or screaming but I was sure he whipped me forty to fifty times.
Thankfully he stopped but I was already in the pool of my own sweats, some blood and tears. My clothes were torn and huge red marks laid on my skin. I was in pains, I was still crying, unable to stop.
“This is what happens when you insult Duncan. It’s a pity you went through all this while that boyfriend of yours relax nowhere eating popcorn while watching an interesting movie. Love is weak, it makes people weak, it destroys their self respect and make them become a servant to another. Bow you have to she for love which is very stupid and funny… Oh devils, the teen nowadays wanna make me laugh. You can ask Lockwood, my late useless elder brother when you get to hell, I was a hard thong when it comes to love. I had had girlfriends before but I have never love. Have I even loved anyone before? No, I haven’t, I can’t because I don’t want to, I don’t want to be weak like you Or Dylan. Let me advice you, drop this rubbish you feel for Dylan… Even if you do, I would still kill you, don’t keep your hopes high”.
“Love isn’t weak Duncan. Love doesn’t make us lose our self respect instead it makes us stronger, it makes those we love, love us more than we imagined”.
“Step out of your imaginations, bch! I loved my father but guess what he did, he willed all his wealth to Lockwood. He didn’t even drop a single penny for me, is that love? If that’s love, then love shouldn’t exist. If it could be seen and destroyed then I will be the first person to destroy it because I hate love, I hate loving. Those I loved, my dad, my brother, they turned their backs on me and indirectly showed me how to hate. Am happy they are gone, I hate setting my eyes on them”.
“If love can’t make you happy, Duncan…”.I sniffed, trying to bring a stop to my tears but it wouldn’t stop. “…Then killing wouldn’t”.
“But killing did. Blood, cries of anguish have me satisfaction”.
“Did it give you peace?”.
He paused, then frowned and slapped me hard on my face and I screamed, trying to bore the pains by gritting my teeth.
“Close your flirty mouth, bch! No one questions Duncan, no one ever. I feel like killing you now, right this minute but I will give you ten minutes to repent and seek forgiveness from God before dying. I wouldn’t want you to die and go to hell. Boys, take her and tie her back on her chair. Nonsense”.He frowned and walked away while I kept yelling, pleading to be freed. I felt so miserable, I felt so pitiable, I felt so disappointed.
It have been four days have been here but everyday seem like a year. Those men yells at me, call me names, most times touch me on inappropriate parts of my body. I feel so disgusted. Sometimes I feel like dying, like their is no hope, just despair but I wouldn’t take off Dylan out of my mind. With my calculations, today must be Saturday and he had probably only three days to live, how can I see him again? How can I be sure that he’s doing fine? What if he’s on an hospital bed now? No. He is fine, have prayed for him, nothing bad would happen to him.
A man took me back to the room I was in earlier and knowing what to do, I sat on the chair and allowed him to tie me up without any struggle. Not like it would help anyway so what’s the need to do such?
I sighed. The pains I felt reappearing, I felt so tired, I yelped as the ropes pressed my wounds. The man didn’t care about how he handled the ropes, he probably cared about how quick he would be so as to go join his friends drink and smoke but I was surprised when he finished tying me
But instead of going to his friend, he squatted beside me and smirked.
“You are $exy, little bch! Permit me to take care of your body whenever. Am sure Master would agree if you tell him yourself. Just do this sht, we would enjoy ourselves or wait… Don’t you want me? Are you still waiting for that arrogant Dylan to come save you and warm up your bed? Hahaha… He wouldn’t come, he’s too little to face my master”.He laughed and I frowned.
“I don’t want anybody. If I want anybody I would better choose Dylan or even a goat over you. You all don’t have shame especially you, coming to tell a girl you kidnapped that you want her. How shameful!”.I spat out and he glared hard at me before walking away.
Suddenly a bell began ringing and a warning light flashed red, shining everywhere, everywhere was red.
“Sht! That punk is here. Dylan and his boys are here!”.
I heard and gasped, a smile curving itself on my lips.
Dylan is here…. To rescue me?
Gracious Grace!!
HER ADVERSITY: Chapter 61 – The End
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