CHAPTER THREE.

My father's eyes were shining in the dim light, glittering even, just for the sight of that cash, he might have given me away for free.

I stood still, refusing to acknowledge what I knew to be going on.

“No! Bindo you can’t do this to our child,” my mother was pleading profusely at the feet of my father, speaking in all the tongues that she could to get Bindo to change his mind.

It was all to no avail.

Even now I refused to beg my father, I only felt pity for my mother.

“Here, she’s all yours,” my father nudged me in one of the guard's directions.

My mother followed behind me but was restrained by my father.

The guard held me to my shoulder with a gun pointed at my neck. It all was happening so fast.

It wasn’t news that some rich men kidnapped girls for trafficking but it would be news that one was bought and the buyer was known, it was to be no secret because no one was going to come for me, no one would care that I would be laced with drugs and forced to fuck anything fuckable until my last breath.

No one.

I blacked out, maybe from the headache, or maybe it was from my reeling head that refused to take in what would be my new reality.

“Boss, she’s fainted.”

Mr Mills got up from his chair, he was so elegant, so tall, so broad, you couldn’t help but notice his presence.

“My business here is done.” With that he walked out of the small house with his guard going before and after him, the old wooden floor creaking for mercy underneath them.

The guard carrying Gabby went first after he lifted her small body over his shoulder like a sack of hay food.

“Come now Maria, it’s just you and me,” Bindo smiled.

……….

I drowsily woke up, I wasn’t fully conscious but could tell I was in a moving vehicle.

I opened my eyes to peek through my eyelids, there were two men in black suits by my side, the memories of maybe a few hours ago coming back to me in slow motion.

“Please let me go,”I pleaded in a whisper, trying to persuade the two men seated at my sides.

“Please……. let me go.”

“Huhh!! you should have swallowed your pride and apologized to the boss, maybe he would have taken it easy on you.” “Now that you are awake, I have to blindfold you, guard A said, he was seated to my right.

I tried to move my hands but then discovered they had my hands tied behind my back, it would be futile to struggle. So I let him tie the blindfold without much trouble.

“Such perky soft large boobs you got.” boss would kill me if took her. The guard on my left said, sending shivers down my spine.

“I bet he won’t mind us touching her though, guard A implied, I could feel the smirk on his face by the way the sounded .

I tried to remain stiff, to not move too much, but I couldn’t help it as the car swerved here and there.

The first man, guard A raised Gabby’s small shirt, lifting it above her breasts and exposing her entirely.

Holycow!! boss has got the eye, eh, look, I’ve got a hard-on just looking at it.

Me too man, the other guard, guard B replied already stroking himself while Guard A massaged Gabby's breast with both his hands.

Gabby was confused, scared, and confused, she had never been molested sexually before, she felt surprise, and then anger, then fear because she knew she was helpless.

Uhhh, hmmm, yah, that feels…… sooo good, Guard B gave a large cry of satisfaction and wiped a cold liquid on to my stomach

“You should stop now man, am not trying to get killed and we are almost there.” Guard A suggested.

Guard A covered her breast with her shirt and chuckled as Gab’s nipples peaked through her thin shirt and her breast looked even more swollen than it was before.

“See!! She likes it.” Guard B said “I bet you she's a Whore.”

I began to cry, I tried not to, but I couldn't help it.

The moving car came to a halt for a few seconds before it continued to move for a few more minutes and then came to an abrupt stop.

“Down you go now girl”, guard B commanded.

Gabby was dragged out of the car with her blindfold still on. She was held tightly by the two large guards each at her side as though she could run if she tried. She stood on shaky legs.

“Take her to my room”. Mr Shepherd ordered In a harsh tone.

The unmistakable deep voice of Mr Mills gave me shivers, but I refused to cry. I was dragged up the stairs with my blindfold still on. I heard a door open and then close behind me. I was pushed onto the floor by the two guards and when I felt a wall behind me, I crawled to it.

“Think we should remove the blindfold now?” Guard A asked.

Nah, leave it, let's give boss the pleasureof unboxing her.”guard B replied.

I heard their footstep as they backed away from me and left the room. I could not take the blindfold off with my hands tied behind my back. The room was warm and a manly scent enveloped it.

I thought about my mum now, even in all this chaos I was in, I could not help but think of her. I wondered what she was doing and how her heart must be breaking terribly so I prayed to the universe to somehow, anyhow it could make her pain bearable while I cursed my father to die all the horrible deaths under the sun.

The door opened and closed, gabby flinched at the sound of it.

The footsteps came in her direction as she flattened herself even more into the walls.

Mills removed the blindfold, but gabby refused to look at him.

“All you had to do little woman, was apologize.”

His male scent enveloped her, it surprisingly smelled welcoming, cozy, manly, the kind of scent that makes you hug a person longer than a normal hug should be.

He squatted down to her level and used his hands to drag her chin so she would look him in the eye. Gabby was good at reading people so she glared at him to get the best assumption she could from his looks.

His face bore no emotions, it looked stern and serious like a face malnourished of smiles and laughter. it was chiseled. One could describe it as art itself.

But his eyes, his eyes had no story to tell. It just felt hollow, it’s believed that the eyes can tell the story of the heart of a man but Mills eyes possessed no such feature. The only thing you could describe about his eyes was the color. Dark brown coffee.

Gabby took all this in in a matter of seconds. Details were important after all.

His brown coffee eyes borrowed into hers, daring her to misbehave.

“You are called Gabby?” He asked In a low tone.