Trapped

Chapter 11

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Ushering the attendees to their seat, Chris took up the microphone with a glass of champagne in his other hand. He smiled realizing the fact that he was the one being celebrated, his work with the Whites has hit the mark and has spread like a wildfire. It was the greatest achievement of his time. As he saw his various colleagues settled down, actors, actresses, directors of photography, cinematographers and writers he wondered if acting shouldn't be celebrated and appreciated. He sighted Kunle Timba and his wife as they sat, hand in hand laughing out loud, he stared at them and smirked . They were newly married just like them, he was his colleague too.

"Who knows if she has secrets somewhere too. Women! Can they be ever trusted, see how they act like high school lovebirds. " Chris thought finally stepping up the stage as he sighted Samantha greet some guests and went back to the house.

"To me, I seeing you is of a great delight and I feel so joyful that I've got back bones and supporters. People who have been there for me and have done even more than my expectations. To Chumlinks my work with you was great, he's the best production manager I've ever known, always being at my beck and call. To Whitney Bradford, The Intruders is a great accomplishment, my work with the whites has really prove itself fruitful and not abortive, thanks to Bradford and the other cast that made the shoot a talk of the town and to the crew, those guys are the best. To everyone present here, I can't thank you enough but it's of a great pleasure to have you here today for this celebration. Cheers to friendship, cheers to more money, more movies shoots, more achievements, cheers to more success and the good things of life. " chorused Chris as he clinked his glasscup with his guests.

He acknowledged his guests more as he handshaked and pat some on the back then silence invaded the celebration arena as a loud scream of help filled the air, the scream died down instantly. Everyone shook! Some hastingly rush to the direction where the scream was coming from, others stood in awe. Chris Benson placed his half-filled glasscup on the table where he stood. That was Samantha's voice right? There was no doubt.

With the others, he rushed into the building, his home..... A pair of shoe, a tray with champagne cup scattered on it with its red liquid spilled on the ground, Samantha's black hairband. This was all they could see on the bare floor -surface.

"Samantha! " Chris shouted.

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Samantha sneezed, she could feel a spin in her head, her elbow hurts and she felt like one who was nearly strangulated but escaped. As she opened her eyes she realized she was in sheer darkness.

"Who put off the light? Chris can't be that cruel to switch off the lights in the bedroom. However he doesn't sleep here anymore, " she thought, she felt so dizzy and as she strive to rise she felt her hands and legs tied, she sighted a plastic plate with rice on it.

"Phew!is that a rat going close to it. " she muttered, screaming as she watched the big, black animal feast on the plate of rice, its little black eyes directed at her as it furiously went back to the hole from which it came. She sat, dumbfounded, trying to recall how she got into this stinky and rat - infested room. Then memories gnawed at her as she silently sat, thinking over the events and scenarios that brought her here.

And now, she remembered....

When she heard the voice call her, she thought it was one of Chris's guests, he was in a black suit, he had a long mark on his neck and he grinned at her. She struggled to breathe as his hands grabbed her and stiffened her, covering her nose with an handkerchief in his palm. It was difficult to breathe amidst this. Her pair of shoe on her right leg fell, the tray she was about to take out to make a toast with her friend, Tinuke Damijo fell too and at a flash, she felt dizzy and that was it!

She sat, wondering who she has wronged to receive this kind of treatment. She, kidnapped? This was what she always watch on TV or hear people discuss. Never has she had it in mind that she could be in a critical situation as this. She remembered Chris had acted as a kidnapper in one of his top notch movie titled Paradise.

"How can I escape ?" she thought then it came to her mind, she shrieked with fear, realizing the fact that she might have trusted an enemy so much that she took a foe as her ally.

"What if Tobi Bernard is the brain behind all this? What if it's Chris's movie rivals? Tobs can't be an enemy, I've trusted him so much, he might be crazy and curt but this, " she wondered.

Her body shook when she heard the knock on the door, the door creaked and he entered again.
The man in suit!

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Mrs Williams blowed her nose with the hem of her wrapper as she watched her son stood akimbo, his cap worn backward. It was Tuesday evening and here she was questioning her son, wondering if this was really Ebube or if a demon has possessed him already. Nonso sat, bewildered with her mouth, agape. The loud voice and leg thump of the kids playing outside filled the whole one room apartment or the compound itself, Papa Risi's fortune.

"Ebube! You've been coming home late these days, ajo ulo oru na-emebi ezi agwa, hope you've not been doing things you ought not to do, why do you stay late? " she questioned.

"Enwere mezigbo ukpuru Mama, we've been busy at work. "

"Bricklaying business bah? "

"Yes Mama, I'm quite old enough to come in when I want to also." Ebube grumbled as he focused his gaze on his mother's small gait.

"nwanne, agwala nne okwu atu'a." Nonso interrupted.

Esohe was fast asleep, she just had dinner, there was little to eat and the poor girl just ate.

"Keep shut Nonso! You don't tell me what to do, I'm the eldest." Ebube retorted.

"She speak right Ebube, What has come over you?" Mrs Williams asked, still blowing her nose.

" Mama! I'm the same Ebube you know, Emere mezigbo upkuru, " Ebube answered, frustrated by being asked questions. He moved aside, heading to the toilet as he realized his mother and sister still had their gaze on him like one being stalked, he wondered if he really had changed that much, if anything was different, if his appearance or his words were really different. Situations have been different and changing rapidly.

"Why not stick to changes? " he mumbled.

"Papa died, we are malnourished, we are suffering, we once wined and dined then everything went wrong. Why do they presume that I act different or have changed when change itself has become our close ally. " Ebube questioned himself as he settled on the semi-closet toilet. His heart skipped a beat when he remembered the business deal that came up and his work with Jasper and the others that same day, they had acted as waiters in the celebration that famous actor organized in his home, fear gripped his heart when he remembered how they had forcefully taken and kidapped his wife, how she had screamed for help, he wondered if she is awake yet.

"This is his business, it can never fail, he's been in this for so long. " he thought.

Opemiplenty

Glossary
ajo ulo oru na-emebi ezi agwa- bad company corrupts good manner

Enwere mezigbo ukpuru- I still have good manners

nwanne, agwala nne okwu atu'a- brother dont speak to mother that way

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