UNTOLD
When I woke up, the overwhelming sense of anxiety consumed me as if I had been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders all through the night. The clock read 7 o'clock, indicating another day of unknown challenges ahead.
Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled over to the refrigerator in search of a much-needed glass of water. As I made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself, a faint knock at the door disrupted the quiet of the morning. "Come in," I called out, curious to see who was visiting so early.
To my surprise, it was the same girl from the previous day, a strikingly beautiful Barbie doll-like figure. "Good morning, sir," she greeted me with a warm smile, breaking the silence of the room.
Returning her greeting, I inquired about her night. "Fine, thank God," she replied, before delivering the news that my presence was requested downstairs.
After quickly freshening up in the bathroom , brushing my teeth, taking a refreshing bath, and dressing for the day . I made my way downstairs. As I emerged from my room, I was met by a man this time, rather than the familiar face of the girl. The scene felt reminiscent of a corporate setting, only adding to the mystery of the day ahead.
"Good morning, sir," I greeted with a smile as he entered the room. I followed closely behind him, admiring the beauty of the lodge which displayed the iconic Den Enterprises logo with a regal lion design. It was truly a picturesque location.
Upon arrival, I noticed Queen Anabella accompanied by two familiar faces and two strangers. I greeted them politely, but received no response. It seemed as though silence was a rule in this mysterious place. I found a vacant seat and settled in as the man who led me there departed.
As soon as he left, a sudden darkness engulfed the room, causing me to shudder with fear. The chair beneath me shifted slightly, but I managed to compose myself as the lights flickered back on.
The lecture began with one of the unfamiliar men providing chilling instructions on how to lure unsuspecting humans without a trace. His words sent shivers down my spine, unveiling the sinister nature of mankind. It was a revelation unlike any I had uncovered before, despite my claim of being a tough guy. Perhaps my idea of "bad" paled in comparison to the malevolent intentions described.
Following the orientation, we were assigned a daunting mission: each of us was tasked with capturing at least five individuals daily for a week. Queen Anabella's stern demeanor hinted at the gravity of our mission as we vowed to act as strangers to one another during our dark endeavor.
The thought of extinguishing five lives daily – all creations of God – weighed heavily on my conscience. Our targets were to be between the ages of 20 and 45, regardless of gender.
Returning to the room from our underground journey, I was in awe of the mysterious passage we traversed. It was a bewildering experience, unlike any other I had encountered.After we left to get dressed, I had the opportunity to finally meet with Queen Anabella.
"Excuse me, Queen Anabella, may I speak with you?" I asked, and she halted her steps, giving me her full attention with a serious expression.
"Go ahead," she replied.
"I'm in need of some suitable attire for the mission. I didn't come prepared, as I never anticipated the nature of this assignment to be this demanding," I explained calmly.
"How inconvenient. They will attend to you shortly," she stated before walking away.
Returning to my room, I freshened up while eagerly awaiting my new wardrobe.
There was a knock on my door, and relief flooded through me as I opened it to reveal the Barbie-like lady. She was undoubtedly a vision of temptation. Despite her beauty and allure, I had resolved not to succumb to her charms.
Carrying a tray of food and a package containing the garments, she entered and meticulously arranged everything. I thanked her for her assistance, expecting her to leave promptly. Instead, to my surprise, she seated herself in a nearby chair.
At first, I pretended not to notice her as I began to enjoy the delicious meal she had brought. The tea, in particular, was divine, leaving me at a loss for words to adequately describe its exquisite taste.
Turning to her, I addressed her directly, inquiring if there was anything else I needed to know."Why are you still here?" I questioned, confused as to why she was lingering in my presence.
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm here to help you get dressed," she replied softly.
"Oh," I muttered, still caught off guard by her unexpected presence.
After finishing my meal, I allowed her to assist me in getting ready for the day ahead. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice how put-together I looked. The barbie lady who had helped me was clearly impressed by my appearance, and I couldn't blame her. After all, Chyke was known for his undeniable handsomeness.
As I set out for my destination, I was handed a substantial amount of money and the keys to a luxurious car. Driving was second nature to me, so getting behind the wheel was easy. However, I realized that I didn't know anyone in this new place I found myself in.
As I cruised down the street in my fancy car, I couldn't help but feel confident in my stylish outfit and sleek ride. It didn't take long for me to encounter a friendly-faced guy who turned out to be a vulcanizer. Stepping out of my car, I could tell he was impressed by my appearance, unaware of what was actually going on.
"Good day, sir," he greeted me enthusiastically. "You're looking sharp, boss!" he exclaimed.
I couldn't help but smile at his genuine excitement. I decided to engage him in conversation while he checked on my car's tires. It was clear that he was eager to help, and he offered to show me around the town and point out the popular spots.
As we chatted, I realized that this unexpected encounter had turned into a genuine connection. The vulcanizer, whose name I learned was Tony, ended up becoming a valuable resource and a friendly guide in my new surroundings. I left that day feeling grateful for his assistance and eager to explore more of my unfamiliar surroundings with his help.As I selected fifteen women to join me, a voice in my head questioned the morality of my actions. I couldn't help but acknowledge that I had let greed and ambition guide me, forsaking the humanity within me for the allure of money and power.
The women who were not chosen felt a pang of disappointment, but I hoped they would find solace in their faith and trust in God's plan for them.
Anticipation hung heavy in the air as the women started calling their partners to share the news of their assignment. Victor, in his role as the de facto leader of the group, exuded excitement and authority. I observed silently, wary of any display that might betray my true intentions.
Among the selected women, one figure stood out to me. She seemed hesitant to make a call, her eyes betraying a hidden sorrow. Approaching her, I tried to engage her in conversation, only to find her overwhelmed with emotion. I braced myself against the unexpected surge of empathy, determined not to let sentimentality cloud my judgment.
As the woman poured out her heart, recounting the tragic losses she had endured, my resolve wavered. Her tale of grief and hardship struck a chord within me, stirring a compassion that I had long buried beneath ambition. I offered her financial assistance, promising to return with more help, urging her to keep a low profile to avoid unwanted attention.
Life's contrasts hit me hard in that moment — the stark disparity between her struggles and the ostentatious display we were about to indulge in. With Victor and the women in tow, we made our way to the lodge, their expressions a mix of wonder and excitement as they entered the premises.
Inside the secluded sanctuary of the lodge, a world of luxury awaited, shielding the harsh realities that many outside its gates faced. The heavy doors closed behind us, sealing off the outside world and the truths that dwelled beyond its walls.