Nigerian Nightmare – Part 4

By Andy Caulden

Baba and Daniel half-drowned me when they dumped me in a bath of cold water and began cleaning me up with a hand broom and scrubbing brush.

They forced my head under the water several times, and when I came up for air, they targeted my face with hot water from the shower head.

‘I really like this one, Dan,’ said Baba. ‘He’s so-o-o weak and willing, and so-o-o pretty and bony.’

I was clearly no match for their great strength, and they knew it, so I just flounced about in the bath as they took full advantage of my ‘weak and willing’ body.

‘The doctor is gonna like him, too,’ said Daniel.

‘Yes,’ Baba agreed. ‘Dr. Harper is bound to keep this one hanging around for a couple of days. He’s crazy like that.’

The words ‘hanging around’ and ‘crazy’ triggered an adrenalin rush that sent me into a blind panic. I had nowhere to go, especially with Baba’s powerful hands holding me down, but still the urge to flee took over my body completely.

‘Hold on to him tight, Baba,’ Daniel barked. ‘The little fucker doesn’t want to play nice anymore.’

‘Silly boy,’ said Baba. ‘Mr. Teene’s bum-boys have no say in when or where they go. They simply bend over and endure the pain or pleasure.’

Daniel slapped me hard across the face, which hurt like fuck.

‘Don’t play up, boy,’ he said. ‘Dr. Harper is one of our best clients; he’s firm but fair. So if he likes you, Mr. Teene won’t pimp you out to anyone else for a good long while.’

It was then that I was hauled out of the bath and handed a small towel. I only had a few minutes to dry off before my ankles and wrists were bound tightly with duct tape.

‘Because of the bag,’ said Baba, ‘I don’t want to tape up your mouth. So keep you trap shut during the ride across town.’

‘If you call out for help,’ Daniel added, ‘I’ll slice off your nuts and throw you in the canal, got that?’

I nodded my head as Baba left the bathroom to get ‘the bag’.

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Everything went black when the sleeping bag was placed over my head and dropped to the floor, and then zipped up fully. With only my feet sticking out of the bag, the two Nigerians wrapped duct tape round the material covering my lower legs.

I was then grabbed by one man and thrown over the shoulder of the other, before being carried out of the bungalow at breakneck speed.

I bumped around in the back of the van as it sped across town. My boyfriend and I had been abducted by a bunch of modern-day slave traders, and Mr. Teene was going to pimp us out to men like Dr. Harper. We were now lost souls, and our fate was irrevocably sealed.

Deep down, the fear of being fished out of a canal when Mr.