"You betrayed me." Ire's voice rung out from the corner where she had sat in silence for one and a half hour, watching Jimi try to fight his chains, looking around like that smart man that he was for a means of escape.

"Oh" his eyes widen in realisation as he finds out his abductor was not his boss, the man who sent him on errands, loaded with all sorts of drugs but his little step sister, the one whose mother died the night of her naming ceremony.

"Why?" She asked and he knew immediately what she meant. Why had he taken her with him on the most dangerous errand of his life? Why had she been held at gunpoint? Why did he fire a few shots then took to his heels? Why did he never come back?

"I'm sorry." He squeaked like the coward that he was, seeing it was pointless to lie.

"Jimi, you saved yourself. It's called self preservation." He sighed in relief, missing the sarcasm. She understood. But then she stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a yellow milkmaid gown with a pearl necklace and white heels, looking nothing like the leader of the gang that bundled him into a car boot on his way to the gym that morning.

"Jimi, I waited for you, trusting that you went to get help. Jimi, I became their toy. Jimi, I have a son I cannot point to the father. I missed out on uni. Jimi, they did unspeakable things with my body. Five years with those people. Five! And I waited for you, trusting, hoping. But you deserted me. I cannot forgive you for all that they did to me."

"I searched for you." He lied.

"No, you relocated. You left town." Her angry voice pierced the air, reflecting all the hurt she felt. "You got married to Moyin and had beautiful children. I know everything. I know that errand where you sold me made you become your boss' right hand man. I know you could have come back for me. I know when your boss got arrested. I know you narrowly escaped prison. I know this because I've been waiting for the right moment; you, as harmless as a sheep, me, in absolute control."

"What do you want me to do?" He even had the guts to sound angry.

"Rot. For every of my wasted years, you will rot. Jimi, I hope your breakfast was heavy enough because it'll have to last you till the day you drop dead."

"I didn't even eat." He answered.

"Now, that's sad." As she sauntered away from where he stood, he began struggling against the chains hanging from the roof, holding his arms away from him, crucifixion style.

"I should also tell you that I have found those men. And one by one, I have silenced them. Hell hath no fury like an abandoned sister, right?

"Ireoluwa, no. Please." He looked truly scared now, struggling even more against the chains.

"By now, you should be able to tell that even with your Dwyane Johnson's arms, you wouldn't be able to break free. These chains are made from tungsten. Bye." And with that, the door slammed shut.