As per usual, I obviously have a post for the ‘first month’ of the year. I know it’s coming on the first day of the second month but better late than never, right?
This story is purely fictional and any names used are very coincidental 🙂
It’s finally happening! You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day, we’ve been talking for over 3 months now, I have facetimed with her just so I’m sure she’s a ‘her’, if you get my drift, but alas, three days till I meet the potential love of my life.
You see, I’ve been back in Abuja for over a year now and I have been on safety and self inflicted celibacy. I haven’t lived in Nigeria in over 15 years, I’ve visited long enough to know ‘my kind’ isn’t particularly accepted here thus my celibacy. But considering how active I was when I wasn’t in the country, there is only so long I can be celibate for. So back to the love of my life, her name is Zee, we met online as one does, she’s about 3 years older than I am. She’s amazing and 100% my ‘spec’. All things considered, one would wonder why it’s taken so long for us to meet up, well Nigeria is why.
Anyway, today is the day, we are going to have a meal at a restaurant we’ve both wanted to visit and we’re both pretty sure the servers are ‘liberal’ so two women eating together shouldn’t be a big deal. I’ve decided to dress a tad more feminine so I don’t seem obvious, I plan on having an amazing time and if I have to wear heels to appease people, I will. We arrived at almost the same time, the meal was amazing, we talked and everything seemed even better. We decided to go back to hers, I live with family and she lives alone, or at least that’s what I thought….
Everything seems to be going as I imagined it, she looks incredible, I know I shouldn’t be concerned about the ‘physical’, but damn, I had to give some sort of props to how good she looks. I’m more ‘dom’ appearing but I’m ridiculously shy and would never make the first move, I think she figured that out. She made the first move, going months without any action, that totally ignited something in me. I took over. She was perfect or maybe I was just horny. We started making out and I felt at ease, we were in the living room of her house, she stayed in a pretty decent neighbourhood from what I could remember as she drove, I was pretty sure I’d be safe.
I heard a sound and pulled back, didn’t see anything but suggested that we went to her room and she obliged. She said she had to arrange the room quickly and though I told her I didn’t mind, she insisted. I waited in the living room looking around and noticed a picture she was in, there was a man with her and the pose didn’t seem very friendly or familial. I suddenly felt the urge to leave, I didn’t want any stress and I’d heard about situations like this, I mean I had done worse but not in Nigeria, I wasn’t about to do anything with anybody’s wife. I wore my shirt properly and adjusted my clothing and started towards the front door, I still remembered where that was. I tried turning the handle but it didn’t bulge, I looked for the key and didn’t see It, I started panicking a bit trying the handle again and again and felt a slight prick then suddenly felt a rush and not in a good way.
I woke up in her room I assume, there was a man standing over me pulling up his boxers, I was obviously fucking scared, I realised I wasn’t wearing any underwear and that my bra was undone, I looked to the corner of the room and found her sitting, crying and rocking herself. It took me a while to figure out what had most likely happened. I didn’t sit up fast enough before I puked. I was thoroughly disgusted and felt violated as I had so clearly been.
I wasn’t sure how to react, I didn’t know if he had a weapon, I didn’t drive, she had asked me not to, I slowly stood up, using the bed sheet to clean the puke, the man who was now dressed stood watching me and laughing. That got me so mad, I shouted at him, ‘ what the fuck did you do to me??’, his response which he basically laughed out only made me angrier, ‘ what do you think?’, I really wasn’t sure how to react so I did what came naturally to me, i charged at him, hitting his chest with my hands clenched but I was little and he was big and he just kept on laughing. I was furious and I really didn’t know what to do so I looked to Zee and she just mouthed, ‘ I’m sorry, I really am’. At this point, I knew my only justice was going to come from the police, so I shouted, ‘ you’re going to fucking rot in jail’, he kept laughing and said ‘ and how exactly are you going to explain making out with my wife and all the messages I have saved from both of your conversations’, at that point I really didn’t understand why he remained so calm, so I got dressed as fast I could, found my bag and looked through my phone to order an uber home. Zee finally looked up and asked if she could drop me home, I really wanted to get her alone and possibly rip her apart so I agreed.
I walked out of the room and wasn’t even sure where I was going so I waited for her just outside the door, she came out and led the way to her car. I sat in the car and stared at her, waiting to hear whatever she had to say, she looked almost as distraught as I did but last I checked I was the one who was violated so I didn’t care about her feelings. She opened her mouth and started, ‘I’m really sorry, this really wasn’t the plan, I had no idea how real you really were, that’s why I left you in the living room, I went to call it off.’ I still wondered what was going on so I kept quiet still staring and when she realised I wasn’t going to say anything she carried on talking till she dropped me off.
Apparently, it’s a thing they do. Zee talks to random girls on the internet, brings them home and then her husband, Mark drugs them and rapes them. They can’t report to the police cause they risk 14 years in jail but then again they are violated and will probably live with that forever.
I am now one of their victims and I honestly have no idea what to do. I mean I know people who I could talk to, spoken to my bestfriends already but there’s only so much aid they can give. I’m torn between not talking and ‘saving’ myself but risking other victims and reporting to the police, risk going to jail but potential stopping a serial rapist.
What do I do, what would you do?