Quillon’s Ordeal

Desperate Draco

In desperation, Draco called repeatedly, expecting to get through to Quillon’s uncle but his efforts proved quite unsuccessful. “He’s not taking the call….what is going on? You said he’s your uncle. Are you lying to me?” Draco screamed at Quillon. “Yes sir, he is my uncle, I think he’s just busy” replied Quillon. “Good,” replied Draco. “Now I am going to record you while you tell him you’ve been abducted and a ten million dollar ransom must be paid, you hear me?” Fear ran down Quillon’s spine as he wasn’t so sure his uncle would oblige. The last time he got money from his uncle was two years ago and there hasn’t been any concrete reason to ask for money ever since. “Good afternoon sir, please sir I’m in a serious situation right now sir……” Quillon began. The recording ended and Draco forwarded the video to Quillon’s uncle via iMessage. Unfortunately, the texts didn’t deliver. “Could he have blocked me? Could he have gone offline?” Quillon mumbled to himself. Draco, alarmed and infuriated by what he just heard Quillon say, yelled back at him “he’s blocked you right? you claimed to be his nephew and now he’s blocked you? you must think we’re playing here! Look! If I don’t get my money, you won’t leave here alive! I might as well make you part of the dark trade” he screamed at Quillon. At this point, Quillon’s heartbeat skyrocketed and he was about to silently say his last prayer when another man yelled from behind “money or we end you here boy! this is a point of no return!”

In desperation, Draco called repeatedly, expecting to get through to Quillon’s uncle but his efforts proved quite unsuccessful. “He’s not taking the call….what is going on? You said he’s your uncle. Are you lying to me?” Draco screamed at Quillon. “Yes sir, he is my uncle, I think he’s just busy” replied Quillon. “Good,” replied Draco. “Now I am going to record you while you tell him you’ve been abducted and a ten million dollar ransom must be paid, you hear me?” Fear ran down Quillon’s spine as he wasn’t so sure his uncle would oblige. The last time he got money from his uncle was two years ago and there hasn’t been any concrete reason to ask for money ever since.

“Good afternoon sir, please sir I’m in a serious situation right now sir……” Quillon began. The recording ended and Draco forwarded the video to Quillon’s uncle via iMessage. Unfortunately, the texts didn’t deliver. “Could he have blocked me? Could he have gone offline?” Quillon mumbled to himself. Draco, alarmed and infuriated by what he just heard Quillon say, yelled back at him “he’s blocked you right? you claimed to be his nephew and now he’s blocked you? you must think we’re playing here! Look! If I don’t get my money, you won’t leave here alive! I might as well make you part of the dark trade” he screamed at Quillon. At this point, Quillon’s heartbeat skyrocketed and he was about to silently say his last prayer when another man yelled from behind “money or we end you here boy! this is a point of no return!”

Quillon was putting his clothes back on, just like the gang leader had ordered when his phone rang. It was Oliver, Quillon’s elder brother and the second child of the family. Draco had earlier called Oliver via Quillon’s phone alongside other contacts. “What’s up with you? I missed your call” Oliver said over the phone. With the phone placed on his ear by Draco, Quillon began “good evening Oliver, please save me, I’ve been kidnapped and they’re requesting 10 million….please save me, don’t let this be my end, plea…..” Draco yanked the phone off Quillon’s ear and ended the call. It could be agreed that the tone of Quillon’s voice has triggered him in a quite strange or annoying manner, he turned his face away for some seconds and placed his gaze back on Quillon. “What was that about?” He asked, do you think this is some movie scene? Huh? Why the crocodile tears? Why the fake rush of emotions? If you knew better you wouldn’t be hopping from one man’s third leg to the other……you hopeless diva!” “Now I’m gonna call your brother right back and you must speak to him well! No drama! You hear me?” He commanded.

“911, MPD, what’s your emergency?” The Miami PD dispatch says over the phone “uhh. …uh…. my name is Oliver, my younger brother has just been kidnapped and I need you guys to help get him out real quick” Oliver responds. “Alright Mr. Oliver, could you tell us the location of the incident please?” replies the police dispatch. Oliver abruptly ended the call. He had failed to collect vital data from Quillon over the phone due to the shock and the whole situation is starting to look like a dead-end.