have runced it, but I needed somewhere to clear my head
and forget about my ugly encounter. Here is my story.
I happened to have a married man as a contact on my BBM.
He had been asking me out for over six months and I refused to date him. As time went on, he invited me clubbing with him when his wife was outside the country, and I went with him all night. We spent most of the night at Swe bar, Lagos.
I also met his clique of friends, married as well with their
various mistresses. We had 'mad' fun. After all the
clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere
in Obalende. I felt sort of safe with him. We did not have
se'x, but he made sweet love to me and touched me in
places I had never ever imagined.
He kissed me passionately but guess what? He did not have
se'x with me. We did all sorts but there was no penetration.
So, to an extent, I trusted he was a good person to be
around with. I did not know that it was all part of the plan.
He gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go home the
next morning. We kept talking and chatting and sending
nak'ed pictures to each other and he told me naughty things
of how he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I blushed.
We didn't see for two weeks and that was because his wife
just came back from Turkey.
One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was organising
a beach party/boat cruise and that he would love for me to
be his date and that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a
medium for his friends and my friends to interact. I was
excited about it, I just wanted to have fun. I was able to get
five of my very hot friends.
The BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also realise
that majority of them were married and working in
reputable firms. It was fun and we didn't mind if they were
married, we just wanted to have fun, as well as some other
girls apart from my friends in the group.
We chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM group to
introduce ourselves, and we had opened group
conversations pending the beach party. And as excited as
we were, we went shopping for nice se'xy beach wears.
The D-day finally came, we all assembled at the Lagos
Island Boat Club. I was wowed because it was a high class
party. We were cruising in a boat loaded with goodies
drinks and hot babes, and as well 'MARRIED MEN'. I did
not care, I just said in my mind that I would not roll with
married men anymore after this, that for now, all I wanted
to do was to catch some fun. After all, I wasn't paying
bills.
We got there, it was a private beach resort. Most of the
beach facilities I got to see there were owned by
multinational companies. We got out of the boat, and went
to where we were partying. It was a duplex made with
wood. It was a very nice setting.
I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around it
separating it from other beach houses around. So, there was
privacy and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys)
guarding the place. I said to myself, this must be heaven, I
must be dreaming.
Anyways, we felt free with each other because we had been
chatting. It was 5:30pm and the party just started. We had
drinks flowing from the private bar tender which happens to
be owned by one of the men in the group. Reality struck
when I realised that I was feeling dizzy and feeling really
funny and light headed. Not only me, but other girls around
me too noticed there was something strange about it.
I was also feeling Hot as hell! I had been drugged. They
monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone
deep into our system, they moved us up into the main beach
house. I could still see faces, but was too weak and Hot to
react.
Mr B, the man who took me clubbing, carried me in his
hands like a sacrifice and put me down on the floor just as
other men also did with their girls. We were eight in
numbers; 8 girls, 8 guys, and they all stri*ped us down and
had se'x with us.
I enjoyed it a bit because I was Hot. It was a mixed feeling
because I cried, I moaned, but I did not know how many
times he came into me. He pounded me hard. I was dizzy,
but he grabbed me with force. All I could notice was the
wedding ring on his finger. I thought of how wicked and
miserable some married can be. How inhuman and heartless
they could be.
All of them took turns in switching partners and slept with
all of us. I passed out. That was the last thing I could
remember. I felt water poured on me. I noticed all the other
girls around me too were half nak'ed and some stark
nak'ed.
We spent the night at the beach, but the men were no where
to be found. I looked round me and all I could see was
packs of used condoms. I ran to pick my cloths and
possibly raise an alarm. I got dressed, found my phone with
an envelope. It contained N16,000 and a note asking us to
take N2000 each for transport. Tears of anger and rage
filled my eyes and the girls around me as well.
"We were drugged and used like tissue paper. I grabbed my
phone and noticed a ping came in. I checked my phone and
I noticed the BBM group had been deleted, and a message
via BBM from MR B came in. He threatened me that if I
say a word to anyone, I would regret it.
I told him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A picture
came in, several pictures. In fact, they were pictures of us
being nak'ed on the floor. Pictures of the humiliating us but
they blurred the faces of the men. In total, I got 20 pictures.
I was not myself for a month.
I went back to school, I had no one to talk to. The rest of
the semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped
drastically. It was the worst out of the worst result I ever
had.
Till today, my friends and I have not discussed this with
anyone, but all I could do when I heard of Cynthia's story
was to narrate my own ordeal anonymously and spread the
news, the word, and pray they (ladies who do runs) see it
and changed their ways.
I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ. I fear
men so much that I cannot even move close to them. I still
have nightmares, but with time, God will strengthen me and
I will move on. My advice to single ladies out there is, do
not be desperate for fun. Pray to God to open your eyes of
understanding, and pray hard. He who kneels before God
will stand before kings and queens.
To all married women, pray hard to God to intervene in
your marriages and turn your husbands from bad habits and
bad friends. As for me, I do not think I ever want to get
married or date a man again. That chapter has been closed
for good in my life.
Please, do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There are a
lot of things we ladies need to learn. Please post it on your
blog and save a soul. It could be your friend, sister, cousin,
neighbour.
God bless you as you pass it on. To all readers, I do not
care if you insult me or rain abuses at me. My job is to
share this encounter with you and save you from any
mishap. God bless you all. Amen.
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