She kept staring at his bare body, her mind flashing back to the humiliation and abuse Pinky had once suffered. Glancing at the wall clock, she noticed it was already 1 a.m., though she barely understood the meaning of time, being raised in the village. The memory made her burst into tears of pain. She cried out loud, clutching her head, fearing that she too might face the same fate.
Sobbing uncontrollably, she called out for her mother, Mama Abu. Suddenly, footsteps came from behind her, making her freeze on the bed. She turned and saw a tall foreigner entering—the one called King Alexander. He walked in with his usual air of authority, wearing only shorts and a singlet, a cigar in his hand, blowing smoke as he approached her.
Encounter with King Alexander
Terrified, A’ieee stared at him in shock. “Oh no! Have they sold me to foreigners? Have they left me here in Nigeria?” she cried aloud. Her screams grew louder, her face covered in tears and mucus. Alexander stopped, watching her confusedly, not fully understanding Hausa, though he caught some words. When she cried out to God and begged for help, he realized she was from a religious background. His face darkened with anger as he approached her, then suddenly leaned back, smoking in silence.
A moment later, two women entered the room, their bodies trembling with fear as they moved toward her. They dragged her closer to King Alexander despite her loud cries. One of them struck her across the face so hard that she fainted instantly, losing both sight and sound.
Resistance and Threats
When A’ieee woke up, she found herself restrained on the bed, her hands and feet tied. Terrified, she pleaded, “What have I done? Please, let me go. My name is A’ieee, you took me from my village to work.”
Alexander questioned her roughly, demanding her name again. Through tears, she finally revealed her true name—Aisha. This revelation unsettled him. No one had ever dared resist him before, and yet this village girl had bitten him earlier in desperation, even drawing blood. His pride was shaken.
Looking at her with a cruel smile, he muttered angrily, “You don’t know what I will do to you.” His words sent chills down her spine, as she realized her fate was in the hands of a merciless stranger.
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Haunted Memories and Fear
She kept staring at his bare body, her mind flashing back to the humiliation and abuse Pinky had once suffered. Glancing at the wall clock, she noticed it was already 1 a.m., though she barely understood the meaning of time, being raised in the village. The memory made her burst into tears of pain. She cried out loud, clutching her head, fearing that she too might face the same fate.
Sobbing uncontrollably, she called out for her mother, Mama Abu. Suddenly, footsteps came from behind her, making her freeze on the bed. She turned and saw a tall foreigner entering—the one called King Alexander. He walked in with his usual air of authority, wearing only shorts and a singlet, a cigar in his hand, blowing smoke as he approached her.
Encounter with King Alexander
Terrified, A’ieee stared at him in shock. “Oh no! Have they sold me to foreigners? Have they left me here in Nigeria?” she cried aloud. Her screams grew louder, her face covered in tears and mucus. Alexander stopped, watching her confusedly, not fully understanding Hausa, though he caught some words. When she cried out to God and begged for help, he realized she was from a religious background. His face darkened with anger as he approached her, then suddenly leaned back, smoking in silence.
A moment later, two women entered the room, their bodies trembling with fear as they moved toward her. They dragged her closer to King Alexander despite her loud cries. One of them struck her across the face so hard that she fainted instantly, losing both sight and sound.
Resistance and Threats
When A’ieee woke up, she found herself restrained on the bed, her hands and feet tied. Terrified, she pleaded, “What have I done? Please, let me go. My name is A’ieee, you took me from my village to work.”
Alexander questioned her roughly, demanding her name again. Through tears, she finally revealed her true name—Aisha. This revelation unsettled him. No one had ever dared resist him before, and yet this village girl had bitten him earlier in desperation, even drawing blood. His pride was shaken.
Looking at her with a cruel smile, he muttered angrily, “You don’t know what I will do to you.” His words sent chills down her spine, as she realized her fate was in the hands of a merciless stranger.