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WHEN TREASURE opened her eyes, the first thing she registered was the sharp pain at the base of her head and back. Her eyes adjusted to focus on Oluchi who was sitting on an armed, wooden chair about four feet from her. Oluchi had her legs crossed elegantly, her hands folded on her laps, a wry smile on her face. A pleased queen on her throne.
“Good to have you back. For now,” Oluchi said. She had on black trousers and a black polo. Her painted fingernails glowed in the bright yellow light of a sixty-watt bulb hanging above her.
Treasure tried to sit up and noticed that her hands were tied behind her with thick, fat ropes. She struggled to free herself to no avail.
“Don’t even bother,” Oluc
