Tales By The Brothel

Episode 16

I had barely brought out my keys to open the door of my one room apartment when two guys armed with bump action double barrel guns approached me and advised me to remain silent or have my brain blown out of my skull.

They identified themselves as the mafian boys and demanded for my money or my life.

I stood rooted to the spot too terrified to move or talk.

“Open the door,” they commanded and I quickly obeyed. Death was the last thing I wanted to hear at that moment and I didn’t mind if they carried away everything I had so long as they spared my life and certificate.”

I quickly opened the door and the two guys went in with me.

“Where did you keep the money?” They asked with aggressive tone.

I muttered indecisively for some seconds before I eventually found my voice.

“The money?” I echoed staring back at them like a moron.

The only money I had in my possession was N500 which was the remnant of the 1000 from which I took 500 to fk ashawo. How was I going to explain that to these blood thirsty guys?

I shivered uncontrollably from limb to limb.

“This guy tink say we com here com play o,” One of them exclaimed and angrily cocked his gun. “If na to fk ashawo nw moni go dey.”

“Please don’t kill me,” I begged. “Search everywhere. Search the wardrobe, search everywhere and take everything you see. All I have on me is N500 please don’t kill me.”

The deafening slap that landed on my cheek was so loud that the effect echoed inside my ears repeatedly for 5 seconds.

Like that wasn’t enough, the guy started pounding me with the butt of his gun aggressively and repeatedly.

The other one hurriedly searched everywhere, took my phones, my watches and necklace and left with the other one following behind.

As soon as they left, I stood up and went and locked my door firmly.

The shock was still very much on me and my body continued to tremble.

It seemed like each time I went to the brothel one misfortune or the other would befall me but then the pleasure hidden inbetween the thighs of women wouldn’t let me stop.

The stress of finding and maintaining a girlfriend in this era of ours was so high that visiting brothels seemed the better option.

My face and body ached seriously and I felt cramping pain all over my body.

But then how did the robbers get to know that I fkd ashawo?

They most likely must have trailed me from the brothel to my apartment.

But all thanks to God that they didn’t take my life as well. I still had my future in my hands nonetheless…