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LUXOLO
5 minutes arrival in this dead room the door of the flies opens, and it’s no rocket science that it’s Nikolai, and his goons it’s the 5th day after all, and they are here to fetch us. I wonder what punishment awaits us. Last night me & Milan put heads together, and studied the map and its coordinates, but it was confusing in a way that we ended up giving up, there are too many passages but I will go through it again today hopefully it will be better than last night. Anyway, Milan got rid of the guards uniform she’s wearing some dress that she found on the clothing line I think it belongs to one of the cookers or something like that because the smell is horrible.
Nikolai comes into view followed by his goons. He looks at us. He is wearing all white, it seems as if like white is his favorite color, let me not get started with his fur white coat, geez this man.
“Take them outside.” He orders his goons. They hurry towards us, and I shift to the side I don’t want them touching me with their filthy hands.
“I can walk by myself. Thank you.” Giving the guard a warning look. We get outside, and we find all the girls lined up, they are standing in formation with their hands on their right side of the brain in fact, they are doing induction/saluting mxm.
Him: “Kneel down,” Milan & I kneel without fighting. “You are not putting up a fight now?” I nod. “I take it you’ve learned your lesson while there.”
Me: “Yeah. I did.”
Him: “Good. Now you will do as I order you to do without fighting it, because if you do I will kill you with my bare hands. Jaguar?” She steps forward she has a big dish with her. “Go, and put that before them,” from the corner of my eye I see Milan’s face changing, her expression turns into disgust. Hold up a minute… Is that? Oh, hell to the fucking no! I’ll be damned. I ain’t going to participate in this voodoo shit, nah fam.
Jaguar places the dish before us, and my stomach turns as I see what’s inside it’s even blobbing, yuck. Human flesh in the making, vomit goes up my throat, and without a warning I throw up inside that dish. Milan chuckles.
Him: “What? What the fuck did you do? How dare you throw up in that dish? How dare you!”
“I ain’t going to eat this shit. Diamond did a real number in there!” Milan protests.
Him: “Of course. But diamond will eat it whether she likes it or not.” I giggle.
Me: “Try me!”
Him: “Strip her naked right now!” He lifts his shoulders and the coat falls, but one of his guard catches it before it can even reach the ground. He loosens his tie, and fold his shirt sleeve then he stretches out his hand. I’m stark naked now, and thanks God the diamonds didn’t clutter around bringing me more problems guess the cloth really did help. I haven’t told Milan about them, I don’t want to risk it, I mean anything is possible and betray is a frequent language in these streets, loyalty doesn’t come that cheap. A whip is what he has in his hand right now, he walks around and stand behind me. His hand finds the back of my head, and in one quick notion he pushes my face inside the dish. The smell sickens me, I try fighting him, lifting my head attempting to get out of the dish, but his grip is flipping tight! I find myself blowing bubbles inside this bloody with human flesh what- what tasting the bitter taste of the blood, and my vomit. The girls are cheering for him as usual, and Jaguar is laughing.
Finally, just as I was about to give in he takes my head out of the dish, and pull me by dread locks making me to look at him my neck is really taking a strain right now because of his strong grip on my locks. The smirk plastered in his face right now sickens me, it pisses me off actually.
Him: “How did that tasted like? Did you enjoy it?” I just stare at him. “Answer me dammit. Did you enjoy it?”
Me: “No.” My voice is hoarse.
Him: “Oh, is it? Then you leave me with no choice, but to humiliate you. Lift her up.” His guards yank me up roughly, and they steady me. He looks at me, and squeeze my cheeks causing my lips to form a pout. “You will leave by my rules. Take her to the pole,” then he looks at Milan. “And her too.”
Our hands are bound in this pole blood dripping from our toes, we are standing naked in the center of this fucking compound where everyone can see us. This is fucking embarrassing. I’m too weak to do anything, and my eyes are barely open, my body is in great pains. Nikolai, and his friend did some serious number on us. I swear to God that I saw my life flashing before my eyes. Milan groans next to me, one of her eye is swollen. She, too, just like me is very weak, but they didn’t flock her like they did to me, I don’t think the bruises will fade any time soon.
The clouds start gathering indicating that it will rain soon, and knowing Nikolai he won’t even bother untying us, after all he enjoys torturing us. I still don’t understand what is it that they want from me, guess I will never find out. Well, at least the Milan’s jacket is placed not far from us. I shut my eyes, and trying blocking every negative thing but it ain’t helping because my mind keeps on drifting back to the torture I’m going through here, sighs. And again I wonder how far TK is with rescuing me, well, that’s if he is making any means to find me. God better make sure that I survive this hellhole, but one thing I know though is that I will never be the same again.
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NOMALANGA
Emotions are still high here, and Babalwa never stepped out of her room ever since, Okuhle is the one taking food to her. Things between Hlulani & Okuhle are not going well, their relationship is taking some serious strain, and they are no longer sharing a bed. Okuhle always wants to see herself next to Babalwa, I wonder what did Babalwa feed her. The boys are still talking as per usual just waiting for their mother to tell them who their fathers are because Mangwane told them straight up that she will not tell them, their mother must be the one telling them who their fathers are. Ai, this life thing ke scam.
Luxolo’s phone still ain’t going through, and that worries me a lot. I can’t help it, but feel like something is wrong with her, something bad has happened to her, but I don’t know what. I hope I’m wrong though. TK’s phone ain’t going through too, in fact everyone’s phones aren’t going through.
“I bet the coffee in your hands is Ice cold now.” Mmthabo says settling next to me, she looks exhausted I wonder when is she giving birth. I give her a smile.
“I haven’t realized, guess I need to do a fresh one, I place the cup of coffee next to the bedside stand.
Her: “Are you okay? I mean, you don’t look fine. You seem to be worried about something, I’m a good listener you know.”
Me: “I’m worried about my daughter I can’t help it, but think that something bad happened to her.”
Her: “I’m sure she lost her phone or something don’t stress yourself too much about her she’s a strong woman, and besides we have enough drama going on here.” I nod. “Where’s Mmamgwane?” She looks around the room.
Me: “She went to town she said she needs to go out, and see people before she suffocates here,” she winces, and brushes her stomach. “Are you okay?”
Her: “Yeah. I’m fine. Who did Mmangwane go with?”
Me: “Thembeka. I don’t blame them though this place is boring,” she let’s out a whimper. “That’s it. I’m calling the ambulance, is your baby bag packed?” She giggles.
Her: “Baby bag? I’m still far from giving Birth I’m barely 9 months, I’m 8 months 2 weeks,” she shrugs.
Me: “Which means that you are 34 weeks, and can give birth any time from now. Or let’s just say it’s false labor, but we still need to get you checked up even if it is, pregnancy is very crucial around this time anything can happen.”
Her: “No man, I’m fine honestly it’s just minor pains I’m sure the baby was turning. Besides this is not my first pregnancy.”
Me: “Exactly. Pregnancy differs Mmathabo. Just because you gave birth smoothly the first time without complications previously doesn’t mean that you will not have complications on this one too, pregnancy is very tricky maarn. Anyway, I don’t want to argue with you about this issue we can’t risk you losing a baby, not that you will anyway.”
Her: “Yohh hhayi Noma, it’s no big deal.” Too late because the phone is already on my ears, if she thinks that I will let her be then she has another thing coming I’m not about to sit here, and pretend as if everything’s fine. I keep on stealing glances at her, and she keeps on brushing her tummy. I doubt that she’s 8 months, but hhey, I can’t really phikisa her right?
I end the call after the brief talk I had with the hospital receptionist, apparently their ambulances are not around, and here I was thinking that we only experience such in South Africa, guess I was wrong.
Me: “Go, and get your bag I’ll drive you to the hospital,” she nods getting up from the bed then walk out of my room. I change into more comfortable clothes
“I’m ready to go. Must I let Sabelo know?” Mmabatho says dragging me out of my thoughts Her baby bag is in her hands.
Me: “I will tell him once we get to the hospital, let’s go.” We walk out of the hotel, and straight to where the car is. I get in the front, and order her to sit at the back. I set up the GPS and I bring the engine to life, I need to be careful when driving I’m so used to speeding, argh.
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LUXOLO
I’m frozen like Ice up in here, and gritting my teeth ain’t helping, hhey let me not get started about my toes. It’s past midnight, and the compound is so silent not even a sound of night insects is heard, the lights are off. Milan hisses, and I try looking at her, but my head ain’t having it.
“I’m cold diamond,” she tells me.
“Me too.” I respond gritting my teeth. “I wish it was morning already.”
Her: “I wouldn’t wish that if I was you.”
Me: “Why not?”
Her: “Because everyone will see us, and we will be here the whole day without having anything to eat.”
Me: “I don’t care, I need to be out of here.”
Her: “I know, and I want to be out of here too but it seems like we will be here for a very long time things are not coming together, just when we have things under control something comes, and block us from going any further it’s frustrating.”
Me: “Tell me about it,” while we are busy having our conversation I spot a figure passing us by in quick motion.
Her: “What was that?”
Me: “I don’t know.” I try moving my legs trying to see who is it, but hhayi shame kuyabhala my legs aren’t having it. They are not the mood. I feel a presence behind me, my mouth is covered with a cloth before I can even turn my head to see who is it. I wobble my feet side to side trying to free myself, but whoever the person is parts my legs apart, and his hand covers my breasts more like squeezing them. Nausea simmers up my throat when I hear him unzip his pants. No, no, no. This can’t be happening, it can’t. It seems as if like my worst fear have become a reality this is what I was fearing mostly. Before I know it there are more man present one of them gets hold of my legs making sure that I don’t move them.
“Fallo in fretta prima che il capo ci trovi qui!” (Do it fast before the boss finds us) says one of the man in a language I don’t understand.
“Non riesco a trovare la parte del foro più ampia delle sue gambe!” (I can’t find the hole part her legs wider) the one behind me responds. The one holding my legs parts them wider. I’m trying to make out their faces, but they have balaclavas on making it harder for me to spot them guess I must listen to the voices, and work with them.
“Impegnati di più Jaguar vuole che i risultati ricordino la ricompensa che ci ha promesso. Ti ha scelto perché si fida che non la deludi” (Try harder Jaguar wants results remember the reward she promised us. She chose you because she trusts you don’t disappoint her) Oh, seems like Jaguar have something to do with this.
The one behind me tries inserting his dick inside my vagina again, but he’s failing. Every time he is close to pushing it in he gets stuck somewhere, I don’t even know what’s happening, but whatever it is makes me happy at least my fear will not come to reality.
“Non riesco a penetrare, qualcosa mi impedisce di entrare oltre!” He half shouts sounding really annoyed (I can’t penetrate, something is preventing me from entering any further) he zips his pants.
“Lasciami provare, sei così stupido che mi chiedo perché Jaguar ti ha scelto per fare questa missione perché davvero non riesci a portarla a termine, fatti da parte.” (Let me try, you are so stupid I wonder why did Jaguar choose you to do this mission because you’re really failing to accomplish it, step aside) says one with a rough hard voice.
“Buona fortuna, e farai meglio a farcela. Dimostraci che non sei un fallito,” (Good luck, and you better accomplish it. Show us that you are not failure)
“Non ho bisogno di fortuna, l’ho fatto per tutta la vita. Questa troia non è diversa dalle altre, lascia che ti mostri come lo fa il vero uomo.” (I don’t need luck, I’ve been doing this all my life. This slut ain’t no different from the others, let me show you how real man do it) he bellows, and presses his body against mine I can actually feel his bulge, tears are already streaming down my cheeks as his strong hand parts my legs moving it up my thighs, and uses the free one to unzip his pants. He directs his dick straight at the entrance of my vagina, and in one forceful push he is in, I can’t even scream since the cloth have covered my mouth.
“È di questo che sto parlando, amico, è così che lo fanno i veri uomini, non quello che stava facendo questo gay!” (That’s what I’m talking about, man, that’s how real men do it, not this gay) says another voice that I’m familiar with, and the others laugh. He moves inside me twice, and stops moving.
“Che cosa? Che cos’è?” (What? What is it?) Ask the first one who tried penetrating me.
Him: “Non lo so amico, davvero non lo so amico, il mio cazzo è bloccato e non vuole uscire!” (I don’t know man, I really don’t know man, my dick is stuck it doesn’t want to come out) the fear in his voice is not to missed I wonder what’s going on.
Man 2: “Cosa intendi uomo?” (What do you mean man)
Him: “Il mio cazzo è bloccato!” He shouts more like wanting to cry. “Aiutami amico, aiutami per favore, sto implorando ragazzi,” (Help me man, help please, I’m begging guys) and now he is crying.
Man 3: “Oh merda, è stata marchiata! Che cazzo amico, questo non va bene. Non va bene per niente, merda!” (Oh shit, she has been branded! What the fuck man, this is not good. Not good at all, shit)
Man 1: “Cosa significa?” (What does that mean)
Man 3: “È stata segnata, è stata segnata fottutamente e ci sono molte conseguenze che ne derivano. Mi dispiace amico, ma questo? Non so nemmeno cosa dire.” (She has been marked, she is fucking marked and there are a lot of consequences coming with it. I’m sorry man, but this? I don’t even know what to say)
Man 2: “Morirà?” (Will he die) his voice is so low.
Man 3: “Non lo so amico. O forse rimarrà paralizzato.” (I don’t know man. Or maybe he is going to be Paralyzed) I wish I understood what are they saying because the conversation sounds too intense, and shocking too. The man behind me is shaking vigorously.
Man 1: “Questo è un casino. Ora cosa faremo?” (This is a mess. Now what are we going to do?)
Man 3: “Ce ne andiamo e non ne parliamo. Non abbiamo altra scelta che mentire a Jaguar e dirle che abbiamo fatto quello che ci ha detto.” (We leave, and don’t say any word about this. We have no choice but to lie to Jaguar and tell her that we did what she told us)
Man 2: “E lui?” (What about him)
Man 3: “Dobbiamo separarli,” (we need to separate them)
Man 1: “Come lo faremo?” (How are we going to do that)
Man 4: “Mi aiuti per favore.” (Please help me) his voice is now raspy. One of the three cuts my hands loose, and they push me to the ground I’m face flat on the ground with the 4th man’s body heavy on my back. They count to three, and yank him up, tsi. They try again, and this time they succeed.
Man 2: “Fammi ispezionare il tuo cazzo,” (let me inspect your cock man) I hear him gasp, and so are the others.
Man 3: “Ha bisogno di aiuto medico immediatamente, andiamo dal dottor Famito.” (He needs medical help urgently, let’s go and see Dr Famito)
Man 1: “Prima legatela, non vogliamo che nessuno sospetti nulla.” (Tie her up first, we don’t want anyone suspecting anything) They pick me up, and tie me back to the pole again, and I see them walking away. And my tears keeps falling, I’m even ashamed to look at Milan, but I do take a quick glance at her, and her eyes are covered with a cloth together with her mouth no wonder she was so quiet. Fuck, these men. I close my eyes trying not to think about what took place earlier on. I’m hurting. I’m embarrassed, I’ve been humiliated even though he did not do much, but the fact that he penetrated, and pushed in twice while inside me sickens me even more, and I wonder what actually happened that made him stop.
Listening in on their conversation I heard them mentioning Jaguar’s name over, and over again which means that Jaguar is behind this. But why? What is it that she actually wants from me? What is her problem with me? I guess I will find out soon, and when I do it won’t be nice. I wonder how much torture am I going to endure here, this ain’t no walk in the park. Life, yeah. Fuck it.