[THE TWIST] #MBz43 – My First Night In A Jail Cell — Part II

“MBzers, I got locked up … they won’t let me out!”

Here we go again … and I am not sorry for not telling you what took me there. I can’t tell you no story that you won’t pay for… by the time you’re done with this episode, you will know how I got paid for sharing my story. So, feel free to contact me if you are willing to pay as well, then, I will give you an exclusive story session….

0100hours — next day

“What brought you here, sweetheart?”

“Sweetheart?” I thought to myself, “is this nigga in his right mind? How many years has he spent in this hole for his mind to be so twisted?” and I was still in my bewilderment when he started touching my laps… like WTF?!

Before I could respond aggressively, some hefty criminals—who had been kind to me since I entered the cell—gradually moved closer and I was happy that I already had myself bodyguards to deal with the sick scumbag that was trying to molest innocent-looking me… but the fact that I was in a jail cell was re-registered in my head when I heard one of the criminals spoke.

“Just relax, sweetheart…” he said, “you’re going to enjoy every bit of this.”

“Say what? Enjoy what?!” I screamed in my mind with my eyes staring at him and his colleagues in deadly fear as I looked into their deadpan eyes to plead for mercy… “dafuq is going on here? Won’t the cops on duty come to my rescue ni? Is this how they allow these criminals to violate virgins like me? I should call for help oh… this shit is about to get fucking real!”

I opened my mouth to make a very loud call for help, but like it has been anticipated, a louder blow of slap shut my mouth up instantly! I must’ve bitten my tongue from the effect because I could taste blood in my mouth… that slap was from hell, I swore. Nevertheless, I wasn’t ready to have my bum perforated—definitely not by criminals in a jail cell—so I gathered strength to fight the “mofos”… but I should have known that these guys are not new to killing off the fighting spirit of their victims; just one punch on my neck from only-God-knew where, I was down like a dead meat.

I didn’t pass out, but my battery level was well below 10%… enough for the “mofos” to do whatever they wanted to do. And like programmed robots, they got to work with precise organisation… two grabbed my arms tightly, one swiftly relieved me of my pants, some other twos instantly held my legs apart—you would think these guys were trained for this sh—“aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!” and one spat on his hand just before I felt a very strong thrust bored through my butt.

“Aaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhh!!!!”

“Haha? Who be that one there? Him dey crase?” I heard a dirty voice said from afar, “wake him up joor!” and I felt a painful smack on my bum to wake me up from my nightmare… well, into another nightmare—I was still in a jail cell.

“What is going on there?” a familiar female voice said, as a torchlight beam moved through the cell, it was the policewoman on duty that night. Someone replied that I was having a nightmare or something… and like I just hit the jackpot, she started to unlock the cell and asked me to come out.

The policewoman took me to her corner and asked me to sit down. No light in the police station and the reception, where we sat was poorly lit, making her corner not far from totally dark. “What could’ve brought a handsome looking gentleman like you to this place though?” she said while my mind instantly underlined the keywords: handsome looking gentleman, “I knew it when you were brought in this evening that you don’t belong here….”

1800hours — arrest day

“If you know what’s good for you, and you don’t want to complicate your problems,” the policeman that followed Deji to come and arrest me said, “you’d better just cooperate and get settled to spend the night here.”

“But this wasn’t what you said when we were on campus, you know?” I tried protesting, “You have no right to force me to spend the night in a police station when I am not guilty of any crime.”

And as a normal Yoruba man, people present—even a said lawyer—in the room with us had me staring into their eyes with the hope that they would interfere and justify my innocence and right to go back home, but they all just stared back and said nada… except a policewoman sitting not far away.

“Just take it easy, guy,” she said, “you are in this place already, you just have to play by our rules now… and hope you will be out in no time.”

“He asked me to sleep in this hole and you’re talking about ‘leaving in no time’?” I thought and wished she was telepathic enough to hear my thoughts, but I made sure she read her reply off my face. And to make matters worse, the policeman said something that I couldn’t believe he could utter.

“Jessy, you better no give the guy any hope,” he said, “he will be going to court on Monday.” And he walked out of the room before I could stomach what he said.

“Say what?!” I said after him and looked at the policewoman after, “am I not entitled to a public defender or some lawyer to represent me if court will be involved like he said?” but she only stared back without any answer, “and how can I be in court on Monday when I have exams?”

“These people are so out-of-this-world wicked oh!” I thought to myself, “He didn’t present the whole shit like this when he was talking on campus… guess I’ve been played a fool. They must regret this….”

"League of Xtraordinary Mothafuckaz!"

“Guy, relax and cooperate,” the policewoman said, “you are here already and if care is not taken, you may just see us inviting the TV people, undress you and have you sit in the sun with stolen items and weapons in your front… I hope you understand the summary I just gave you.”

I just simply stared back at the woman in shock and nodded….

0200hours — next day

I just simply stared back at the woman and nodded….

“So that was what really brought you here, eh?” she asked again like she didn’t believe my nod, “meaning you now know more about those you call your friends.”

No, she was wrong; I knew my friends… the ones that stood by me, but just couldn’t sleep in the cell with me. I had Amama and Pablo stormed the station that evening, and even came with the then SUG president, Deji aka Dejavu, who came like he’d had a deja vu about it. The unfortunate Deji who had me arrested could and would never be seen as a friend….

“Hiyaa… such a fine guy like you,” her voice brought out of my reverie—no, it was her hand on my laps that woke me up, “you really don’t belong here… see fresh skin.”

“What? What? What?” my brainbox started to malfunction. Wires started sparking wildly from the sudden influx of commands rushing to my brainbox. Was I dreaming again? Hell no, I blinked twice to ascertain my consciousness and even pinched my other laps to be reassured.

This woman was already moving her hands up to my muscled chest and my nipples became sharp pointed like it could burst a balloon. I looked around and noticed it was just the both of us in the room, and in a very dark corner… just then, the reality suddenly hit me that my right hand was on the woman’s boobs already—I instantly removed it like I found myself fondling my sister’s boobs, but she forced my hand back to position with alacrity.

Then I wondered if she was so sex starved or she was trying to set me up, and complicate things for me by claiming rape? And we were in the police station—of all places—guess this will be the strangest place for me to have sex… no, I am not planning to fuck no one in the church!

I snapped out of my thought as I felt her hands on my anaconda… oh shit! We have a nutty policewoman here—a snake charmer at that—as she expertly helped the reptile out of its nest… in no time, this woman was already on her knees like she was about to pray—yes, she prayed solemnly to my majestic anaconda. No, this wasn’t a set-up, and my neck was safe, even if we were caught in this beautifully dirty act… I just sat back, relaxed as I enjoy every suck, drag, lick, swallow, and I listened to Lil Wayne in my head as he kept screaming, “mothafuck the police!”

…MikellzBluez Continues…

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