He asked me where I was going in a voice that sounded deeper than normal.
I told him it was none of his business and ordered him to unlock the heavy iron gate.
Instead of obeying, Musa reached slowly into his pocket and removed the thick padlock key.
He held it between his fingers while staring directly into my eyes without blinking.
A slow smile spread across his face, stretching wider than I had ever seen before.
Without breaking eye contact, he placed the key on his tongue and swallowed it deliberately.
I heard the metallic sound against his teeth before it disappeared down his throat.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and whispered that I was not going anywhere.
My knees nearly collapsed as panic fully consumed every remaining ounce of calm inside me.
Just then, I heard the familiar horn of Obinna’s car blaring outside the gate.
