CHOICELESS, I wish I am me

It was a very large dilapidated hall that was stocked with numerous items including barrels of diesel, logs of wood, ancient furniture, and drums of soiled paints.

At the several entrances to the large hall stood a rascally dressed man each with their pistol sunk into their back pocket. Their eyes were on alert for any incoming intruder.

A sound of panic emanated from Angela and Margaret as they were unblind-folded; their hands and legs were still under the powers of the rope.

"Please, do not kill us," Angela pleaded with the scary stature right before her.

"You no go keep quiet?" He sounded in a deep tone.

"Please sir, we can double the amount of whatever you are being paid for this; just let us go," Margaret promised.

"See this ajebo; you think say everything na money, abi ? He replied, lighting the cig that was sung in his mouth. He then blew out a wide smoke, creating a choky ambiance. They coughed at the inhaling of the smoke as he continued;

"One thing wey all these rich