Pleasure In Bondage

EXCERPT FROM STORY.

Now throw them all back on the ground and do your job.” Lanre ordered. He did as they said. The oranges went rolling and bouncing all round the alley and then he bent and began to pick them up again. 23, he counted them.

“Again!”

He did. It remained just one more time, one more time and he would be free.

“Again!”

He threw them back and picked again, the last time.

“Run! Run and don’t look back!”

He ran out but he was smarter. He knew the direction the orange seller had run and he went the opposite way.

Just as he began crossing the road, the last orange landed on his head. It had been 24. He had made the mistake, the costly mistake the orange seller had also made. He looked back too, another mistake and he caught the evil smirk Lanre threw him just as the car, the red sports car, hit him and ran over him. He died but the rest of the events played out anyway.

The oranges went flying, the tray with it. His blood splattered all over and then people gathered. The police siren came minutes later and his body was packaged and taken to the morgue, declared dead by them without the doctor’s confirmation.

The unfortunate death of the orange seller, the newspaper read the next day.

Poor him, people commented.

Lanre and Obi drank wine, cross as they read the news of his death.

He hadn’t been smarter after all.

CHAPTER ONE

Pleasure is found in different ways; usual and unusual. The need to please ourselves even to the detriment of others. That selfish part of us humans that desires our good before others cannot be ignored. But being acknowledged doesn’t take the problem away.

Some people speak of a way; GOD; but then not everyone acknowledges the existence of GOD.

Neither do those who take evil pleasure in stripping their fellow human beings of their freedom; all types of freedom acknowledged by man. Those termed as ‘Kidnappers'. But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal.

And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure.

Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors.

And so,the horror of their lives began.

-THE BONDAGE TRILOGY

"Cameras are ready, sir Auctor."

Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

"Yes,Mr Sam?" he questioned in his barely audible voice.

"The cameras are ready, sir." Mr Sam repeated.

Sir Auctor's face broke into a wide grin, an unusual occurrence that stunned Mr Sam.

"Wonderful!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together.

"Just wonderful!" he repeated, staring at the computer's screen as a live footage began playing.

"And sir...Sir Auctor..." Mr Sam called but Sir Auctor as expected was already engrossed in his activity, the rest of the outside world tuned out.

"If you need anything, sir..." Mr Sam offered helplessly, shaking his head as he turned away.