Monday, August 6, 2007

Bondage

I awoke startled. Beads of sweat formed at the crown of my head then it trickled down my back for I was in the sleeping position. I hated the moistness and tried to move around to air dry it but to no avail. I looked around and could not recognize where I was, the room was semi dark and the only ray of sunlight in the room was shinning into my eyes. As I tried to shield the light with my hand, to my dismay I realized my hands were bound. Each hand was tied up at the wrist and covered with some kind of cloth. That made the operation of my fingers virtually impossible. My hands felt clumsy and I couldn’t free them. I was getting irritated now. First the sweat on my back, then the sunlight in my eyes, and now this impairment of my hands was proving to be a pain.

I tried to yell, but only came distorted whispers. I then realized I couldn’t move, I tried a few times but without success, the ache in my back made me know I have been immobilized for sometime now. I succeeded in letting out a loud scream, but that too didn’t last to long for I was exhausted. Maybe Dehydrated. I recollected that I was brought into this room some months ago. There were two. Who they were I do not know. One of them who seem to be the boss was always looking from afar, giving instruction on how things are to be done. He never came near nor did he say anything to me. But sometimes he would stand at the entrance of the room and stare for hours. I have seen him three times watching me sleep. The “other” one is very gentle and always smiled at me. She cleans the space allocated to me. She also bring me food which I will not take from her anymore because I suspect... no, I am sure, she puts sleeping pills in the food, cause all I do is sleep after I eat.

I concentrated back on my tied hands. I had to free my hands and get out of here. If they found out I untied my hands, they will put it back on, despite my protests. I couldn’t fight them, they were simply too powerful.

I attacked my bound hands with a renewed vigor. I shook them furiously and even tried to use my mouth to remove them. I was determined to get rid of them. That seemed to be my sole purpose in life now. I used my other hand and started shaking the cloth, trying to break free. Slowly, the cloth seemed to give way and my fingers gradually sneaked out. I got one hand free! I was jubilant. I gave out a loud cry of happiness. But before I could work on my other hand, the “other” walk into the room. I gave a very naughty triumphant smile to her so she would not suspect what I just did...

My mother shook her head in wonderment, as she entered the room. She said “Allied you have managed to remove the mitten – u this girl”. She started to put the mitten back on my tiny three month old hand again.

11 comments:

Rinsola said...

An applaud o u. This is an interesting post

Believer said...

Ahn..allied that was a good story. My mind had already started planning some kung fu style escape attempts! Nice one. remain blessed

Daddy's Girl said...

I really love the way you spin your stories. The ability to write memorable short stories is a true gift, it's one of the hardest types of writing to pull off. Kepp up the great work.

Anonymous said...

LOL! you got me :)

The Life of a Stranger called me said...

Allied, Allied, Allied, - how many times did I call you? you really had me going. So you wore your parents out as a child I assuming lolol.

Kafo said...

i love this
mercy , i was scared myself and was like what is going on

and then i got to the end

and laughed


hats off girl

Anonymous said...

From reading you previous blogs you certainly a good writer i must say. Your flow, structure and narration are impeccable. I feel as though i know you through your blogs. If i were to direct your biography based on you blogs, i will properly recruit Gabrielle Union or Sanaa Lathan to act your character. The movie will probably be cross breads of something new because of the interracial relationship that you currently in also being that you successful and independent. The second movie will be constellation, being that the society of...nm that will be unfair to pass judgment. Funny am writing about someone I don't know. You should suddenly consider publishing your poems and fictions. It’s a talent, a gift, please continue to use it.

30+ said...

Okayee you really had me going, this post is a wonderment

Afrobabe said...

wow...you sure know how to spin a spell girl...

your endings are always brilliant.

Atutupoyoyo said...

Love it. Totally love it. Eerily similar to the "In the womb" experience I posted. Even follows the same sort of format of one being confined or restrained and then uses a twist at the end. How spooky is that?

I sense a kindred spirit.........

rethots said...

Hmmm, what is a mitten?