From a Late Night Bath to Chains

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"I should have just continued my sweet sleep," Kemi thought. "Why do I even bother taking a bath in the evening, especially in this cold harmattan?" she muttered. "Anyway, I didn't bathe this morning, so it's fine," she reassured herself while scrubbing her tough skin with an equally rough sponge soaked in lather.

The night air was still, yet biting cold. The moon hadn’t appeared, leaving everything in darkness. As she breathed, vapor escaped from her mouth, nose, and even her skin. She knew bathing outside was a terrible idea, but the dormitory bathroom was out of the question—she was certain it had been trashed by the other girls. Standing in the sloped drainage, her slippers barely provided any grip.

As she scrubbed her face, closing her eyes to apply soap to her eyelids, unsettling thoughts raced through her mind. Then she heard it—a faint, uncalm noise. It sounded like an echo of voices, a blend of screams and groans from what seemed like a thousand people. Her heart began to pound as confusion set in. She bent forward to scoop water from the bucket in front of her, but she slipped and fell to the ground.

The noise grew louder, closer, and clearer. They weren’t just voices; they were indeed screams, now accompanied by the sound of running feet. Lying in the drainage, she wiped the soap from her eyes and saw young girls running frantically. Panic gripped her. She attempted to get up and grab her towel hanging on a nearby window. But before she could, she slipped again.

It was too late. The crowd reached her. Shoes and slippers trampled her face and body, pinning her to the ground. She tried to get up but was repeatedly knocked over, knees hitting her until she gave up. Lying there, she closed her eyes.

Kemi tried to open her eyes, but the weight of pain kept them shut. Her body felt like it was burning, every part aching. Tears slipped out as she struggled with her heavy lids. Finally, she opened them, groaning. She found herself in a room, lying on her side on a bed, facing a wall.

The room was long, resembling a hall, divided into two rows of beds. One row had twelve six-spring beds laid with white cloth, while the other row mirrored this, but with beds covered in black cloth.

As she regained consciousness, Kemi realized her hands were chained to the metal frame of the bed. She managed to sit up despite her bound wrists. Turning her head, she took in the room’s size and layout. On every bed in her row lay a naked girl, and on the opposite row, a naked boy. They were all her age—early teenagers—and all lay on their sides. At the far end of the room was a door centered in the wall.

The horrifying sight made Kemi realize she had been kidnapped. She tried to scream, but her throat felt swollen and raw. Desperately, she struggled against the chains, kicking and hitting the wall with her feet. Suddenly, the door burst open, and four well-built men stormed in.

Seeing them approach, Kemi thrashed harder, breathing heavily in fear. One of the men grabbed her legs and straightened them while two others pinned her shoulders to the bed. The fourth man, who had been standing silently, seemed to be their leader, observing with a calm authority.

Tears streamed down her face as she saw the third man, the most muscular of them, pull a syringe from his pocket. He injected it into her right thigh. Exhausted and terrified, Kemi's struggles weakened. She heard the leader speak just before everything went black: "She shouldn’t have woken up so soon. Find out what went wrong."

The next thing Kemi heard was her sister’s voice: "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead! Come down for breakfast!"

She opened her eyes and found herself on her bed, shivering. Pulling off the blanket, she got up, walked to her bathroom, and looked in the mirror. “Thank goodness it was all a dream,” she whispered.