THE MAN WHO NEVER SPOKE TO HIS WIFE
Chapter 5
The next morning, the tray was there again.
Different food this time—pap and akara. Still hot. Still untouched by human hands.
I hadn’t even heard the door open.
I pushed the tray aside, my stomach too tight to eat. My head was pounding from fear and confusion. Every corner of this house whispered things I couldn’t hear properly.
I needed to get out.
I slipped on the flats I found under the bed and crept toward the door.
Unlocked.
I peered into the hallway. Empty.
The same long, cream-colored corridor stretched ahead of me. Too clean. Too dead. Only the faint hum of electricity and the blinking cameras reminded me that I wasn’t alone.
I moved quietly, passing door after door. Some were slightly open, revealing rooms that looked too perfect to be real—like nobody had ever used them.
Then I saw it.
The red door.
It was there, just like before. Deep, dark red. It looked even more out of place now in the blinding white hallway.
I stepped closer, heart hammering against my ribs.
Something about that door pulled me. Like it was breathing. Waiting.
I stretched my hand out—slowly. My fingers barely grazed the handle when—
"Amara."
I jumped, spinning around.
It was a woman.
Tall. Slim. In a simple black dress. Skin the color of roasted coffee beans. Sharp eyes, too sharp for someone who smiled so sweetly.
"You shouldn’t be here," she said.
My throat was dry. "Who... who are you?"
She smiled wider, like it was funny. "I'm Kemi. I work here."
I swallowed hard. "What is this place?"
Instead of answering, she stepped closer, blocking my view of the red door.
"Come with me," she said, her voice low, urgent.
Something inside me screamed not to trust her. But what choice did I have?
I followed her down the hall, away from the red door, my steps shaking.
"You’re lucky," Kemi said as we walked. "He chose you."
That word again. Lucky.
We entered a small sitting room. Dark wood furniture. Heavy velvet curtains drawn over the windows.
No way out.
Kemi turned to face me. "Listen carefully. The rules are simple. Don't go near the red door. Don’t ask too many questions. Do what you're told."
I shook my head. "This is insane. I didn’t agree to this."
Her smile faded. "You signed. You wore the ring. You're his now."
A chill ran down my spine.
I remembered the note. You agreed to this.
Tears filled my eyes. "I want to go home."
"There is no home anymore," Kemi said softly.
Suddenly, her eyes darted to the camera in the corner. She lowered her voice even more.
"If you want to survive here... pretend to be happy. Pretend to obey. And whatever you do..."
She leaned in so close I could feel her breath.
"...never open that door."
Before I could answer, footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Heavy. Slow. Measured.
Kemi straightened, her face blank, her hands folded neatly in front of her.
And then he appeared.
Dami.
Still dressed in black. Still silent. But now... something different.
His dark eyes locked onto mine. Unblinking. Searching.
I felt like he could see straight into my soul.
He didn't speak.
He didn't have to.
Because his silence screamed louder than any voice ever could.
And deep inside, I knew...
The worst had not even started yet.
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Chapter 5
The next morning, the tray was there again.
Different food this time—pap and akara. Still hot. Still untouched by human hands.
I hadn’t even heard the door open.
I pushed the tray aside, my stomach too tight to eat. My head was pounding from fear and confusion. Every corner of this house whispered things I couldn’t hear properly.
I needed to get out.
I slipped on the flats I found under the bed and crept toward the door.
Unlocked.
I peered into the hallway. Empty.
The same long, cream-colored corridor stretched ahead of me. Too clean. Too dead. Only the faint hum of electricity and the blinking cameras reminded me that I wasn’t alone.
I moved quietly, passing door after door. Some were slightly open, revealing rooms that looked too perfect to be real—like nobody had ever used them.
Then I saw it.
The red door.
It was there, just like before. Deep, dark red. It looked even more out of place now in the blinding white hallway.
I stepped closer, heart hammering against my ribs.
Something about that door pulled me. Like it was breathing. Waiting.
I stretched my hand out—slowly. My fingers barely grazed the handle when—
"Amara."
I jumped, spinning around.
It was a woman.
Tall. Slim. In a simple black dress. Skin the color of roasted coffee beans. Sharp eyes, too sharp for someone who smiled so sweetly.
"You shouldn’t be here," she said.
My throat was dry. "Who... who are you?"
She smiled wider, like it was funny. "I'm Kemi. I work here."
I swallowed hard. "What is this place?"
Instead of answering, she stepped closer, blocking my view of the red door.
"Come with me," she said, her voice low, urgent.
Something inside me screamed not to trust her. But what choice did I have?
I followed her down the hall, away from the red door, my steps shaking.
"You’re lucky," Kemi said as we walked. "He chose you."
That word again. Lucky.
We entered a small sitting room. Dark wood furniture. Heavy velvet curtains drawn over the windows.
No way out.
Kemi turned to face me. "Listen carefully. The rules are simple. Don't go near the red door. Don’t ask too many questions. Do what you're told."
I shook my head. "This is insane. I didn’t agree to this."
Her smile faded. "You signed. You wore the ring. You're his now."
A chill ran down my spine.
I remembered the note. You agreed to this.
Tears filled my eyes. "I want to go home."
"There is no home anymore," Kemi said softly.
Suddenly, her eyes darted to the camera in the corner. She lowered her voice even more.
"If you want to survive here... pretend to be happy. Pretend to obey. And whatever you do..."
She leaned in so close I could feel her breath.
"...never open that door."
Before I could answer, footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Heavy. Slow. Measured.
Kemi straightened, her face blank, her hands folded neatly in front of her.
And then he appeared.
Dami.
Still dressed in black. Still silent. But now... something different.
His dark eyes locked onto mine. Unblinking. Searching.
I felt like he could see straight into my soul.
He didn't speak.
He didn't have to.
Because his silence screamed louder than any voice ever could.
And deep inside, I knew...
The worst had not even started yet.
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THE MAN WHO NEVER SPOKE TO HIS WIFE
Chapter 5
The next morning, the tray was there again.
Different food this time—pap and akara. Still hot. Still untouched by human hands.
I hadn’t even heard the door open.
I pushed the tray aside, my stomach too tight to eat. My head was pounding from fear and confusion. Every corner of this house whispered things I couldn’t hear properly.
I needed to get out.
I slipped on the flats I found under the bed and crept toward the door.
Unlocked.
I peered into the hallway. Empty.
The same long, cream-colored corridor stretched ahead of me. Too clean. Too dead. Only the faint hum of electricity and the blinking cameras reminded me that I wasn’t alone.
I moved quietly, passing door after door. Some were slightly open, revealing rooms that looked too perfect to be real—like nobody had ever used them.
Then I saw it.
The red door.
It was there, just like before. Deep, dark red. It looked even more out of place now in the blinding white hallway.
I stepped closer, heart hammering against my ribs.
Something about that door pulled me. Like it was breathing. Waiting.
I stretched my hand out—slowly. My fingers barely grazed the handle when—
"Amara."
I jumped, spinning around.
It was a woman.
Tall. Slim. In a simple black dress. Skin the color of roasted coffee beans. Sharp eyes, too sharp for someone who smiled so sweetly.
"You shouldn’t be here," she said.
My throat was dry. "Who... who are you?"
She smiled wider, like it was funny. "I'm Kemi. I work here."
I swallowed hard. "What is this place?"
Instead of answering, she stepped closer, blocking my view of the red door.
"Come with me," she said, her voice low, urgent.
Something inside me screamed not to trust her. But what choice did I have?
I followed her down the hall, away from the red door, my steps shaking.
"You’re lucky," Kemi said as we walked. "He chose you."
That word again. Lucky.
We entered a small sitting room. Dark wood furniture. Heavy velvet curtains drawn over the windows.
No way out.
Kemi turned to face me. "Listen carefully. The rules are simple. Don't go near the red door. Don’t ask too many questions. Do what you're told."
I shook my head. "This is insane. I didn’t agree to this."
Her smile faded. "You signed. You wore the ring. You're his now."
A chill ran down my spine.
I remembered the note. You agreed to this.
Tears filled my eyes. "I want to go home."
"There is no home anymore," Kemi said softly.
Suddenly, her eyes darted to the camera in the corner. She lowered her voice even more.
"If you want to survive here... pretend to be happy. Pretend to obey. And whatever you do..."
She leaned in so close I could feel her breath.
"...never open that door."
Before I could answer, footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Heavy. Slow. Measured.
Kemi straightened, her face blank, her hands folded neatly in front of her.
And then he appeared.
Dami.
Still dressed in black. Still silent. But now... something different.
His dark eyes locked onto mine. Unblinking. Searching.
I felt like he could see straight into my soul.
He didn't speak.
He didn't have to.
Because his silence screamed louder than any voice ever could.
And deep inside, I knew...
The worst had not even started yet.
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