Quillon’s Ordeal

A narrow escape

“You must have been a good boy to your lover, haven’t you? I mean he saved your ass already. Not so many of a relative would go this extent to save another person talk less of a mere acquaintance! That man must have did a number on your behind man!” Draco, Draco said to Quillon. “Can I go now sir?…..please sir, can I take my leave?” Quillon asked, ignoring his questions. “Yeah, you can but not until I’m done counting my money” Draco responded while signaling one of his mates to begin the confirmation. “One dollar, two, three…..” the counting resumes. Caius had gotten to his taxi, panting really hard and sweating but trying to keep things under control in order not to pass a wrong message to the taxi driver. He opens the car door, rushes in and heaved a sigh of relief as he lays his head on the back seat to relax for a moment. “Can I proceed sir?” the driver asked. This question hits Caius like a wake-up call, he had been carried away by the need to seek safety for himself that he had forgotten his main quest “to find Quillon”. “No….no please, we need to pick up someone, he’ll….he’ll join us soon”. He replied the driver. This time, all hopes seems dashed. Ransom has been paid, the trick to get Quillon before the kidnappers find out that the money isn’t complete has also failed because of his juvenile naivety and fear. He thought to wait around for a while but still, there’s no Quillon in sight. “……three hundred and eighty one, three hundred and eighty two!” Draco continues counting the money alongside his mate while staring dryly at Quillon. Suddenly he handed over the entire money to his mates and stood up, hit Quillon by the face and screamed at him “you’re supposed to be the one counting this cash for me man, but I can’t even trust your gay ass, I don’t trust people with my money! but imma leave your leaky behind tf alone cus I made a promise to your man and I don’t break promises…..now put on your dirty slides and get the heck outta my building!” Draco screamed at Quillon whilst still hitting him hard and possessing his bags, powerbank, chargers and of course, his phone. The beatings and loss of belongings didn’t matter to Quillon because the long awaited minute is finally here. He is freed! and nothing else counts right now more than teleporting from the hands of this dreadful men right back to his world, his place of peace and comfort. He hurriedly zips up his pants, slid his fit into his black leather slides and runs out of the building. He had only gotten exactly seventy meters away when the money counting came to an end and they realized they had been played. Draco’s blood ripples, turns torrent at the realization as he stood up. “Get your gay ass back here, where the hell are you going? Huh? You think you done paying??…..come on! You ain’t done paying me!” muttered Draco. His voice deep and rigid with command as he gave Quillon a hard chase.

Droplets of blood followed Quillon as he runs with a limp, wishing that help would appear from anywhere. He would run for a while, stop to look if Draco is behind him, then keep going. He did this for a few minutes until he hits a T-junction, one looking like a short road with a link to the express as rays of light flashes from its far end, while the other is a long, dark road with no sign of lights. “I’ll take this one instead, if I take the expressway, the lights can give me out” Quillon thought to himself as he limps towards the long dark street. This looks like the best decision he has made in a while because the moment Draco got to the T-junction, he couldn’t even think twice before running along the short expressway link-road. Screaming “I’ll find you, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you”.