DISCLAIMER!!!!!!This chapter may contain violence and torture
I woke up the next day with the assurance that my family had escaped my father's clutches. I felt partly relieved, I had this innate feeling that something was wrong but I brushed it off.
As usual I got ready for my classes and left for class with my friends. The day was going perfectly well until my father's men burst into my class abruptly.
They loudly declared that my dad was seeking my audience at home. To avoid disrupting the class, I followed them back to my house.
I already had this feeling that it was related to my mom and sister's escape from him. When I got home I realized that our whole estate was on strict supervision and surveillance. Black vans and keeps alike were parked by the whole estate.
As I stepped into the house, it was eerily quiet and empty. I ascended the staircase and walked to my dad's office. I wasn't really allowed in these parts of the house but I needed to be sure of what was going on.
I knocked quietly and got no response, I couldn't hear faint sounds from inside the office and I decided to let myself in. The office was also empty but the sounds I heard became more audible. I called for my dad over and over again but I got no reply. Acting on my instincts I traced the sounds to a door in my dad's office.
I opened the door to a dark passage, this was the only place that my dad forbade me from entering. There were two rooms at the end of the passage. There sounds became louder and more audible, it was a person, a lady I deciphered crying for help.
I opened the door with force to find my eldest sister, Danielle, tied to a pole with various cuts and wounds on her. She was bleeding heavily but she was still thrashing and was trying to free herself.
I ran towards her and set her free from the bondages holding her. The moment she was set free, she fell. I caught her and tried to lift her, but there was only little my 12 year old weak ass body could do. I was able to drag her out of the room and into my dad's office. I grabbed the first aid kit and tentatively tended to her wounds.
When I was done I took her to my room and asked her what was going on. Immediately I asked, she started shaking, I had to pat her back to calm her down. After she had calmed down, she started speaking I. Low and hoarse voice.
She told me that their escape had been flawless but when they were about to board the ship, they were ambushed by dad's men. They shot at them and tried to subdue the, out of fear, the captain of the ship started moving. Knowing fully well that they would also follow the ship and wouldn't leave without them, Danielle decided to stay behind and fight them off without the other's knowledge. She shot, fought and was eventually caught by them.
She slowed down a bit and went quiet for a moment, she took in a sharp breath before continuing. She said that the men that captured her had taken her to father and that she had pleaded with him to have mercy on her but instead, he told his me to tie her to a pole and torture her every hour.
That was where I saw her, she had just been beaten by those men and she was left bleeding.
I was shocked on why my father would have tried to kill his own daughter. As I was still ruminating on this, my door was forcibly opened and suited men came in and tried to take my sister. I stood in front of my sister guarding her with my body. They didn't hesitate and took the both of us back to the room where Danielle was originally bound.
We were thrown rudely on the ground and my father ordered that my sister be tied up again. I stopped him and asked him why he was doing it to his own flesh and blood. He stared me down and started laughing maniacally for about two minutes before he calmed down.
He told me that anyone who had tried to escape from him always wound up dead and Danielle, my mom and my other sisters will be no exception. He sat down a chair and motioned for me to sit beside him but I refused stating that if he doesn't release my sis then I wouldn't be engaging in any conversation with him. He just shrugged and plugged in an electrical device. He stood up and walked slowly toward my sister. He turned to me and smiled and he gave me two choices, either I take my sister's place and endure her punishments on her behalf or I take the device from him and burn my sister twenty times on different parts of her body.
Danielle shook her head vigorously and said that I should leave the room immediately. As at that point, she was already at her wits end and I could tell that any more pushing or pain could cause a catastrophe. My father knew exactly what he was doing; he then dropped the device and smiled. He gave us another option, to tell us where the others were. I glanced at my sister and finally made up my mind.
I looked at my so called father dead in the eyes and declared that I would take my sister's place.
The moment I said that, he smiled like he was expecting this outcome and signaled his men to take Danielle back to her room. I sighed in relief but I knew that my dad wasn't going to be lenient with me because this was exactly what he wanted.
The only thing I never told my mother before she left was that I had also taken her place in my father's torture room. I witnessed him beating her up and I promised that he would never get the chance to do that again. I stood be the metal pole and I was tied to it with chains. He smiled at me, took the device, and walked towards me in an excruciatingly slow motion holding the now steaming device. I closed my eyes and prepared for the impact of the scalding hot device. And true to his character, he didn't waste time and burnt me in twenty different places.
After he had done that, he whispered in my ears that what was going to happen next was the punishments meant for my sisters and my mother.
It was literally the worst weekend of my life. He was finally satisfied after two full days of beatings,cuts, burns and threats and he fi all let me go. Before he stepped out the room, he said something that made me angry. He told me that I never really stopped him from torturing my mother, that I only reduced the amount of times he did it.