Quillon’s Ordeal

Heated inquiry

Oliver kept trying severally until a call came through with a hidden caller Identification. “You must think this is some 60s or renaissance stage play brouhaha…..don’t you? Your brother’s ransom is ten million dollars and you have 2 more hours to go, else I’ll end him here and happily push him as a part of the dark trade…..I’m sure you know what that means! Don’t play with me!” Draco threatened over the phone. “Wait….wait sir, sir wait, please! Where have you taken him? Where are you guys? Where’s Quillon? Can I speak to him? Where do I give you the mo…..? Oliver couldn’t finish his speech before Draco hung up on him.

It’s past 6:00pm already but there’s no sign of help in sight at all for Quillon. At this point, it could be said that all hope is lost as Oliver, his only hope for survival has been shut out. Draco and his team mates resumed their interrogative sessions. Quillon wasn’t sure how to feel about it this time. There’s curiosity written over them, but then there’s this sudden shift of emotions from being highly exasperated to a dove-like calmness like they were certain no one was coming to save Quillon and the best bet is to end him and harvest his organs. This intrusive thought injured Quillon even more. He swallowed hard, shivering, beads of sweat adorned his face like Trinidad masqueraders ready for parade.

“Hi mom, where is Quillon?” Oliver asks their mother over the phone. “I don’t know….he stepped out a while ago….said he was going to see a friend. What’s wrong? What happened?” replied Mrs. Dale. “Nothing mum, nothing…..I was thinking he’d be home, I got a few errands I need him to run for me” Oliver lied. Oliver’s intention was to confirm if Quillon wasn’t really home since he stays with their mother and to confirm if the call wasn’t a staged one from one of these online scams. Now Oliver is sure for a fact that Quillon has indeed been abducted! There’s no playing around, no petty jokes or random things. “This is happening for real! What do I do now? My brother has been kidnapped?? For real? Damn it ! Damn it!” His eyeballs bulged, ready to jump out of their sockets as he hit his forehead repeatedly, trying to rack his brain for a possible solution to the overwhelming situation at hand.

“Do you have any other relatives? Someone who can pay your way out of here? Someone we can contact? Anyone else?” Draco asked. “I do have a few relatives, sir, my mum’s brothers, my sister and a few of my friends.” Quillon replied. His voice is heavy with pain and frustration. The rigorous beating has drained him and the only energy left in him is what he mutters his words with. “We’ve called others and it’s not working. I’ll just have to call your mum….” “No sir, please don’t call my mom,…” Quillon protested. “Why?” Draco asked. “….she’s got high blood pressure and…..” “……and what?” Draco cut in. “……y’all gay ass folks always got parents with one health issue or the other, you knew for a fact that your mother was sick and yet you went ahead to bend for your gender, isn’t that heartbreaking already? Don't you want your parents to reap from their hard labor?” shouted another amongst the gang, irritation clouding his face like it’s about to rain. “I’m gonna call your mum right now and if anything happens to her, you better be ready to carry the guilt all your miserable life…..you gay ass fag!

More questions kept flying. How did you discover yourself? Were you converted? Who converted you? When was your first s*x? “I used to be straight until I met a friend in my second year……” Quillon began. “…..we were good friends. He used to assist me with some cash to feed because I wasn’t so buoyant at the time, and my only support, my mother could only afford to pay my tuition. Any other thing I needed would either come from Oliver, my elder brother or I have to figure it out myself and whenever I don’t, my friend comes to the rescue. I didn’t know he was queer until one day when I asked him for a hundred and twenty dollars to pay my shuttle fees and he told me he didn’t have. I was down bad because I didn’t know who or where else to turn to. That was when he told me that he hooks up with a couple of other queer men around town for survival and he gets paid to lay with them, and that if I wanted I could do the same. And that was how I got converted. The atmosphere for a moment became still. One could say that a whole class was being held with the seriousness and enthusiasm written all over the men’s faces.