It all started with me seeing myself in the middle of a strip club...." where am I??" "How did I get here?" The environment was oozing a mixture of alcohol, drugs and perhaps bodily fluid... which am guessing the last credit goes to these hormonal bunch around me.
Looking down i saw one of the most frightening yet surprising view that I have ever seen since birth...my clothes where....let's just say.. something my daddy dearest would blush in embarrassment. My excuse of a skirt was basically nothing but two handkerchief been sown together and let me not get started on the translucent crop top AKA bra, that was wrapped up in the upper part of my body..am pretty sure that if my dad see's me right now he'll probably say something along the line of "Angela!!! You look like you are modeling for a brand with the theme prostitution".....oh and after that am sure he will pass out too, due to embarrassment.
Walking around, sloppily might I add; I mean you won't blame me would you...I am a perfect example of a debauched woman right now and am pretty sure that if I move a little quicker I'll likely give the view of my underdeveloped bum to the eyes of this ferocious onlookers, not that I ain't doing that already though but am sure you get my point... anyways why I felt the nearby men basically eye raping me, I tried as much as possible to locate the exit of this strange environment. Trying to maneuver through the crowd proved to be troublesome as I didn't just have to pry away the hands of some perverts who tried to grab me, but also to try as much as possible to block the effect of the excess light and noise that was giving me a migraine.
"Do this place even have an exit" I nearly bellowed with frustration as all my attempt to leave proofed futile. While I was still wallowing in my frustration, a loud voice took me out of my attention, "PRESENTING ........THE QUEEN OF THE NIGHT LADYYY......CHIDERA...." I looked up to behold the second most shocking sight in my almost 18 years of existence....that was my aunt......the sister to my dearest father who got missing when I was nine. "What the hell is she doing here?" I whispered out without even knowing it...aunt Chidera sashayed her way towards a prepared pole on the stage, with clothes that where as revealing as mine. Her long black hair was dazzling and shiny, and her dark skin, as smooth as the prince of Mali, she was the typical example of an epitome of beauty, with a smile she conquered the hearts of the deranged perverted men around me In an Instantaneous level might I add. Before you know it aunt Chidera started turning around the pole like a serpent making the already ear shattering cheers ride up to an unimaginable and unbearable altitude. I stood there like a statue, not yet recovered from my shock....I new dad did mention that she was wayward but.... this is unbelievable. Don't get me wrong I am not judging her.....okay maybe I am a little but you would too if you grew up with a dad who nailed the mindset to your brain that touching a boy is as good as contacting your dead ancestors and telling them that you would be joining them in a horry..and no I am not exaggerating things it's quite the inverse if I do say so myself.
Suddenly the DJ increased the music of the club abruptly but no one seemed to notice it, I was dying inside and out, my lungs where filled with hot air and my head was pounding so hard I wished I could just disappear. I knelt on the ground with my hands on my head, "no! No!" The feeling of suffocation was increasing rapidly along with my fast beating heart..."make it stop....make it stop..."and before you know it, I heard a sound, that was as if someone monstrous broke through the wall of the clubhouse and started running towards my direction with the fastest of speed..I quickly looked up to see one of the most ugliest abomination known to man, quite the contrary to the monstrous sound it makes when it runs, it was actually slim. Although it looked agile, am certain you would only notice that when it moves, am pretty sure you would judge it's power by its structure if it stands straight doing nothing. In terms of physical ugliness, am sure as hell it would comfortably take the top position and with the way it was glaring at me, I knew deep down that it was not beautiful on the inside either.
Turning around I ran to the opposite direction in an attempt to evade it but it was dam persistent with its chase. The most annoying scenario is that the club activities still continued as usual..as if there was no form of disruption at all, it was shocking to observe that the attention I was getting before, by the perverted men had all stopped immediately this freak of nature appeared in an almost instantaneous level....
"o come on....look around you disgusting piece of shit....am not the only available snack in the building " outward I was trying to create a false bravado, but deep down I knew how afraid I was. I ran while pushing a balb man that was smooching with a teenager out of the way, as usual, they didn't have any reaction, the creature ignored them and kept chasing me with passion. "Oh come on! Don't tell me I am worse than a pydophile" looking at the people around me, In terms of being a physical being, they all where, but they seem to be living in their own world.
I looked at my aunty and she was shaking her waist like her bank account depended on it.... maybe it did, but the point is, like everyone else, she didn't notice me and the monster either..."o lord save me".. where are those perverted men when I need them, as much as this sounds strange but isn't this the part they save the damsel in distress...
I looked towards my aunt once more and I saw her glanced at me briefly before she quickly looked away, while continuing her erotic display"she can..... see me...." I started looking around me with more attention only to find a similar scenario with others.... "They can all see me.. what the...!" And then it suddenly hit me, they are...they are all pretending...."what the hell is going on"..
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