“Herh! Kofi, you no dey see sey the body dey bee waa?”

“Chale, my guy, I spy the body saaa. I root sef. Foorrrkkkk! Chale, the legs, the stomach, the boobs… if she jie the bra diɛɛ, walahi! I fit release for here naaa!”

“Hahaha! You fuck up ooo, herh! Chale, Ohemaa? Sexy mama. Make we enjoy small, eh.”

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

It just couldn’t get any creepier for Kirania at that moment.

She had been stripped of her clothes, blindfolded and tied up in some stuffy room that smelled of old clothes and felt like it hadn’t been swept or mopped in almost a year. And here were her captors, drooling over her and wanting to do things to her that her beloved Ferdinand had done the previous night.

And their laughter at her shriek? The height of creepy. They were clearly scoffing at her hysterical command, knowing full well they could easily take advantage of her and fulfill those deranged desires.

“Hahaha! Oh, Miss Malaika. Beauty queen. Don’t do that. Just make we enjoy the body small.”

“Light one pɛ,” the voice of Kofi added. “Me sef, ibi the boobs alone I dey like. I just go suck small.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TOUCH ME, AND I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL KILL YOU!” Kirania screamed, kicking wildly in the hope that she’d sock one of them in the shin, or better yet, the scrotal area.

That had Kofi and his partner laughing even louder. They were nowhere near her, and in her state, she had a better chance of beating Tiger Woods in a game of golf than killing them.

“See some foolishness! She say she go kill we. For the where?” Kofi sneered.

“Ashock sef! Herh, Ohemaa, so you no get sense like that? Ahhhhhh, I shock give you.”

“Na you shock? This one, ibi likely sey ibi the body pɛ she get ooo. Brains diɛɛ, zero.”

“I swear. Chicks like these ones diɛɛ, them no be home material types ooo. You go go work come, then them burn the whole house down.”

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU BOTH AND THE FUCKING IDIOT YOU WORK FOR! FUCK YOU ALL!” Kirania screamed furiously, unamused by their comments.

Once again, scornful laughs were the response to her yells.

“WHO’S THE FOOL YOU’RE WORKING FOR? HUH? WHO IS HE? WHO’S THAT SICK BASTARD PAYING YOU TO DO THIS SHIT? TELL ME!”

Silence, followed by unintelligible scoffs, was all she received. And that made her even angrier.

“ANSWER ME, GODDAMNIT, ANSWER ME!”

“Hey hey hey hey! You dey make noise, wati?” Kofi snapped. “Shut up or we go come tear off your panties then fuck you proper proper.”

Kirania immediately withdrew her aggression, becoming silent. With the way they had spoken, she knew that was no empty threat; they most certainly would carry out their disgusting desires on her.

And the only person she had no problem taking her panties off for was nowhere near her, so she needed them on.

Suddenly, she heard the door to the room open. Her heartbeat increased.

“Darlow, Kofi!”

“Madam, we salute oo!”

The foreign voice she just heard had her stunned. Never in a million years would she have imagined these clowns to be under the authority of a woman. How the entire fuck is a woman behind this-

“She’s not given you too many problems, has she?”

“Oh, just some plenty screaming and tins, but nothing more.”

“Ahhh, alright. I should’ve warned you on that mohm. She’s those types some.”

Wait a minute. I’ve heard this voice before. I swear I know this voice…

“Well well well!”

Whoever it was, stood before her.

Damn it, I know that voice! I know it…

“We meet again… Miss Patricia Nimpong!”

Kirania gasped. Now she knew whose voice that was. That voice had called out that accursed name a couple of weeks ago, much to her chagrin.

“Wait a minute… is this…”

“You’re damn right, Patricia. It’s me. Princess.”

***

“Listen, Mr. Whoever-You-Are, I’ve got the money now. And I’m on my way to the location you mentioned,” Ferdinand barked as the holder of Kirania’s phone picked up while he got into the car, holding the briefcase in which the money had been packed. He had tried calling the number earlier on; it was switched off. He meant business when he said 7 o’ clock.

“Eh-heh, and so?”

“So please, you better meet me there with my girl, safe and sound. I did as you demanded and I haven’t contacted the police in any way…”

“You better not have. Like you go see your sorrmi if you show up.”

“Look, just shut up and make sure everything is in order,” Ferdinand snarled, already weary of this dude’s nasty nature.

“I go make sure sey your gbemi is in order. Aboa ba! Hurry up and come! Idiot!”

The line went dead before Ferdinand could respond in like manner.

He looked at the phone, seething for a moment before shaking his head and starting the engine. “Disrespectful piece of shit!” he growled to himself as he began to move the car. “God, I can’t wait to get my sweet Kirania out of there. The way I’ll give it to him afterward, eh. Stupid bastard. Instead of you to get yourself a job and work hard to get your own money, see the foolishness you’re engaging in. These useless youths of today and their refusal to actually work, eh…”

***

Kirania didn’t know which one pissed her off the more: the fact that this ‘dull woman’ was behind her kidnapping or the fact that she kept calling her by that name in a sneery, mocking manner.

“Really, bitch, really?” she demanded. “So you’re the one who ordered these fucking pig brains to kidnap me? For real?”

“Yep. It’s me. Got a problem with that?”

Kirania shook her head in disgust. She did not like the unapologetic and snide tone of Princess. “Woman, do you hear yourself? This is not right. This shit you’re doing is not right. This ain’t how you treat a fellow woman. Do you see what these shitholes have done to me, stripping me down to my undies? You have any idea what kinda rapey, misogynistic bullshit they’ve been spewing about me since they brought me here? This is not-“

The feel of a sharp edge piercing her leg cut her tirade short, as she screamed in agony from the pain while she heard Kofi and Darlow laugh at her reaction.

“Aboowa! The heel chook am ankasa!” she heard Darlow snigger.

So that’s what pierced her.

As she writhed in pain, wishing she could hold her leg, she heard Princess’ voice.

“Listen here, you brain-dead skank, if there’s anyone who should gimme a lecture on how to treat a fellow woman, it definitely should not be you! Rubbish! You? You, Patricia Nimpong? The woman busily enjoying my husband’s filthy little penis and dissing me while doing it? You who decided to record a session of one of your dick appointments with Ferdinand just to rub it in my face and tell me you’re the real owner? You? You think you have the moral right to talk about how women should treat each other? You are mad!”

Kirania shuddered as she continued to writhe about in agony. She had never anticipated such a reaction. And the fury in Princess’ voice was actually scary. Only a fool would deny the fact that rage was bubbling over in that woman’s chest.

“You think I didn’t know Ferdinand was yours at that point? You think I didn’t know that every time he came home around midnight, he was running over to your place to take off your panties? You think I was that stupid? Huh? You really thought I had no idea he was happily giving you all those backshots? So you had to send me that lil session just so I could be aware?”

Kirania trembled as Princess raged on. It was clear she had been set off.

“I-I-I-I… I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Huh? What was that? You said what?”

“I-I-I said I’m sorry, Princess,” Kirania repeated, still shaking violently, tightly gripped in the chokehold of fear. “I-I-I didn’t realize it hit this hard…”

She stopped herself. Nope, that was not a wise thing to say. Shit, wrong choice of words…

“Oh saa? Really? So you thought it wouldn’t hit hard? You thought I just needed to hear some ‘tatata’ sounds and your cheap little slutty moans, eh? Well, too bad, Miss Nimpong, but it hit hard. Real hard.”

Kirania didn’t know what else to say. Or do.

She knew she was in an even more dangerous position than she had initially assumed. This was not some random kidnapper who wanted money, this was a woman pissed as heck at the embarrassment dished out to her.

This angry woman needed some sort of appeasement. Maybe she could try her luck.

“Okay okay okay, listen, listen. I’ll make you an offer,” Kirania blurted out.

“What did you say?” Princess’ voice echoed over her head.

“I said I’ll make you an offer. You let me go, and I’ll leave this city and relocate somewhere else. I’ll not tell Ferdinand anything about it. No calls, no texts, no heads-up, nothing. I’ll just let this go. I promise you.”

The next thing she heard was a scornful laugh from Princess. “And you honestly think I’ll agree to this? You think I’ll just let you go over this shit promise you can easily go back on? I’m not that stupid, you know!”

“I swear on my mother’s life, Princess!” Kirania cried desperately. “I’ll do it, I swear! I’ll just disappear and your husband will never, ever see me again. Please, just give me a chance! Please!”

Panting after that heartfelt plea, she wished for a moment she could undo the blindfold and look at Princess and the two repulsive creeps. She could only hear them whispering to each other in hushed tones and snickering amongst themselves.

Please let them agree to this. Please!

After a few minutes of silence, Princess’ voice broke through the quiet. “Here’s the deal, woman. I’m gonna ask you a couple of questions right now. Answer well, and I’ll take you up on this… offer of yours. Answer wrongly… and well… let’s just say you’ll be very, very sorry. Understood?”

Chills of angst and apprehension ran down Kirania’s back. She shivered. She had no idea what kind of questions were up this woman’s sleeve, and she had no idea what to expect. But… maybe freedom would be on the other side of this interrogation.

“Yeah. I understand.”

“Good. So, here we go…”

What’s this interrogation gonna be about? Well, one thing we can tell is that it won’t be pretty for Kirania; Princess is a woman on a mission.

But can you blame her?