Life after the wedding day saga felt so rosy and
aroused the concretisation of the saying that it's
not about the start but the end. We might not
have started well, but I believed we were on
course to bliss. Collins became a darling once
He treated me like a king would treat his queen,
holding and squeezing my hands occasionally and
pecking my forehead as a conclusion to every
decision making. He would pat my back with
assurance and cupped my face in his hands when
he wanted to clarify me.
Few days after my black eye had disappeared and
my red eye also, we set for Dubai. Our trip started
on Facebook before we flew on Snapchat and
later landed on Instagram. All other of my social
media handles had their fair share. This time, my
settings were not altered rather I had to tag
some people in a bid to ensure the posts never
eluded Vera.
She had become a silent preacher of marriage
and good homes with some decent pictures of
blissful moments with Desmond. They were
expecting a baby even. A cold wordless war was
going on between Vera and me, a cyber war. If
she was aware of this war was something I never
gave a hoot about rather I had solace in the fact
that my fan base had increased drastically
because of my slay pictures and short videos.
My several pictures around the fleet of cars that
graced Collins' compound, including that of his
neighbours helped me a lot. I simply entered the
Range Rover Sport and took pictures in the
driver's seat, behind the wheel, playing music and
turning my head left to right like a standing fan
and before a minute, it had hit over a hundred
likes and hearts with comments from drooling
I began hosting contests and dolled out huge
amounts of cash on Facebook and Instagram.
My road to fame was made easier than so many
other's road to their toilets, or so it seemed.
As soon as we arrived Dubai International Airport,
we had a chauffeur driven car waiting to take us
to a cabin near the beach. The interior was state
of the art and luxuriously furnished with furniture
sets, chandeliers, a plasma TV and a 70's
From the bedroom upstairs, we had access to a
view of the beach with white and black skins
bared under the sun.
Everything about the cabin felt like I was shooting
in a music video. In my mind's eyes, I put golden
chains on Collins over a big white t-shirt and
sagged pair of white jeans trousers and loafers;
he looked like Davido. I just needed to dance and
twerk and frolic around Collins before a camera,
under lights and boom mic, for the feeling to be
It felt even cooler​ being made love to by Collins
on that large bed. We spent more time idling
about, sensualising our bodies. Touching and
teasing erogenous parts; his nipples, ear lobes,
back of my neck, my arms and lot of other
The cuddling was grand.
We spent our honeymoon on sightseeing and
shopping in several of Dubai's malls. The
highlight of our stay was a visit to the Seven Star
Burj Al Arab Jumeirah.
The sight of gold stung with me as I gawked at
the golden walls and decors of the massive hotel
that was symbolic of the United Arab Emirates.
That day culminated in an intense love making.
All these happened and not a thing missed the
social media. My fans went with me to Dubai,
they knew and could tell my story better than me,
especially those prolific and talented writers
among them.
I was ponderously rummaging the cabinets and
dark corners, looking for nothing exactly, just
idling away as I waited for Collins to return from
a business meeting he had scheduled after luckily
running into an old associate of his father's​.
My mind idled on why Vera had never reacted to
any of my posts; not even a single shade talk
more of a sub.
Damn! That girl was saner than I had thought.
What ever was wrong with her, I rebuffed the
thought with a jeering face.
I decided to check our clothings and other stuff in
preparation for our departure since we had barely
three days left. I was searching the wardrobe
when I found a round knob at one end. I didn't
understand it but just decided to turn it.
I tried turning it clockwise but it didn't move so I
tried anti-clockwise and it broke free after the
second attempt.
After turning the knob, the board behind it
loosened and I shoved it inside. I needed a
flashlight and quickly recouped one. I flashed it in
and found some framed pictures and other photos
stacked together. I pulled them out and retreated
to the table to study them.
The face I saw in the framed photos looked
familiar. Yes, my brain quickly called it up. It was
the huge dark predator at the post wedding party.
It was Shrek, the ghoul Collins had addressed as
Buggy. I began to sweat and shake visibly in the
air-conditioned room. What was his picture doing
here? Perhaps he used this room also or even
owned it.
I quickly sought to see what the other stacked
pictures held. My eyes bulged at the sight of what
I had forgotten, what I once thought was
So it was real? The same things I had seen in
Collins' room the first time, even a scarier sight. I
searched from picture to picture at how women
were bondaged and fastened to an apparatus
where they were tortured and used for sexual
Conspicuous marks from whip lashes and
dripping blood decorated the women's bodies as
their faces writhed in pain and tears. What was
all this?
Curiosity led me to view more and by the time I
got to the last photo, I was convinced that the
room in the photos was in the cabin I had been
sleeping, eating and making love in. I was totally
oblivious of the spooky nature of this house,
enjoying​ what was supposed to be a nightmare
for me.
The revelation made me shudder and drop one of
the framed photos to shatters on the floor and
jolted me from the seat. I wanted to see it all.
I knew I had to search the house to find this
room. Where else could it be? I had entered all
the rooms in the house so no room that size
could be anywhere on the surface of the earth,
sharing the same building with the one I was in.
I was about giving up when I tripped and fell,
crashing into a flower pot just under the
staircase. I was struggling to stand when I
caught a glimpse of a squat door on the floor
underneath the staircase.
Yes, there was a basement.
I struggled to my feet and went to check the door.
The metal latch on the door was posing some
difficulty but I forced it open anyway and found a
wooden staircase that led into a steep darkness. I
went back to retrieve my torch and returned to
calm my curiosity. I took one step at a time,
descending the creaking stairs without​ a rail. I
flashed my torchlight but couldn't see much
At the foot of the stairs, I searched and found a
light switch. As soon as I switched on the lights,
my jaw dropped and my stomach churned. My
head swirled around me and my limbs lost their
strenght. I slumped and passed out.
When I woke up, I was lying on the bed and
Collins had almost packed all our bags. I didn't
understand what he was up to.
In a flash, the pictures of the basement, the sight
of bondage apparatuses looking like a serial killers
laboratory, the whips and chains and clips and
needles, they all came back. With a jerk, I thrust
myself up to a sitting position, startling Collins to
an abrupt turn.
"You're awake." He turned and continued
"What is this place?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. What
is his picture doing here?" I asked through
squinting eyes.
"You ask too many questions." He replied coldly.
"And I need answers Collins." I yelled. "What
exactly are you? Who are you? Who did I marry?
What else am I going to find out?"
He lunged at me at lightening speed, pinning me
down with a hand cupped over my mouth. "
Shut up, this is not Nigeria. Stop shouting or I'll
kill you and leave you here to rot."
After he calmed me, he retreated and stood at the
edge of the bed, looking down at me.
"We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning. I got
a call from home that my parents were both
involved in an auto crash. They are both
unconscious as we speak." He said calmly and
started for the bathroom.
I was weakened but never shut a lid until
To be continued....

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