Free Wifey 4 Life by Kiki Swinson Page B

curiosity went into overdrive as I wondered why she’d come to an abrupt
    stop. I forced myself not to turn around, because I didn’t want to seem like I was
    being nosy. But I couldn’t help myself. I had to find out what she was doing.
    Just as I got up the nerve to turn around, I got a glimpse of
    a black piece of fabric. I knew it wasn’t something attached to the wall because
    I would have seen it when I first came into the house. So what was it? I turned
    my head to the right to see what this black thing looming over me was.
    Without any warning, everything around me turned pitch-black.
    I realized my head had just been covered with a dark, cotton bag. I panicked and
    tried to pull the bag off my head. “What the fuck is going on?” I screamed. “Take
    this shit off me! Tony, help me!”
    No one responded. The next thing I knew, I was struck in the
    back of my head with some heavy object and knocked out cold.

Playing Mind Games
    I was tired of being hit in my fucking head. It hadn’t been two
    months since my cousin Nikki and Fatu’ had knocked me out and had me tied up in
    a fucking warehouse. And now here I was again being held against my will. I couldn’t
    see a damn thing, but I knew there were at least three people in the room with me.
    My head was still covered with the same black bag, and my mouth was covered with
    some kind of tape. They must have taped my mouth while I was unconscious so that,
    when I regained consciousness, I wouldn’t blow up their spot by yelling and screaming.
    I tried to move a little bit, because I wanted whoever was in
    the room to know I was indeed conscious. I actually had to use the bathroom, and
    I wanted to see if they would remove the cover from my head. I turned my head from
    left to right so I could get their attention.
    I didn’t know who was talking, but one of the guys said, “She’s
    up.” His voice was a very deep baritone.
    I noticed he had a Southern accent. He sounded like he was born
    and raised in Virginia. I played his voice over and over in my mind to see if I
    recognized it, but I kept coming up empty-handed. I tried moving my feet, but they
    were taped too.
    “Whatcha think we should do with her?” he asked.
    “Just leave her ass where she’s at! It ain’t like she can get
    up and go somewhere,” another male voice replied.
    “Yeah, nigga, I guess your dumb ass is right!” the first guy
    said, laughing.
    The humor made me sick to my stomach, but I guess they were in
    a position to laugh since their life wasn’t hanging in the balance. I would have
    given away my life savings to be in their shoes right then. Having three against
    one made me realize that the odds were against me. I couldn’t believe I was right
    back where I’d started. I could never seem to get my life right. I could kick myself
    for coming back to Virginia. I knew it was a bad idea to fly there, but, nah, I
    listened to my uncle and came anyway.
    I guess all the times I’d cheated death had caught up with me.
    Sitting there waiting for the inevitable was something really scary. I had no idea
    who was going to take my life, but I knew it would be sometime soon.
    The urge to use the bathroom got more and more intense. I started
    to say fuck it and urinate on myself, but the thought of humiliating myself before
    I took my last breath made me decide against it. I continued to move my head back
    and forth to see if I could get someone’s attention, and this time it finally worked.
    The sack was pulled off my head and I was greeted by the big,
    husky, baldhead guy. The light in the room suddenly blinded me. I closed my eyes
    tightly to allow my eyes time to get readjusted. When I opened my eyes again, I
    looked this guy straight in his eyes. I tried desperately to talk while I had my
    mouth taped up, but all it sounded like was loud mumbling. A few seconds later,
    he snatched off the tape.
    “Ouch!” I screamed. The pain was agonizing. And the fucked- up
    thing about it was,