Mr Grabby Hands

The battered yellow bus drew closer and she hoped there would be an empty seat as she was tired of standing in the burning Lagos  sun. She hurried into the bus almost as if it would instantly vanish. She grumbled inwardly as she realized the only available seat was on the last row. She spotted the light skinned man with the weird beard rubbernecking her. She rolled her eyes

The only girl on the row looked like an innocent lamb and moved to the right like a lamb who couldn't get away fast enough from a lion. If the man sitting to her left was a lion.

As she sat down, she realized the man to her left had the eyes of psychopath and he was eyeing her in a creepy manner. She instantly became really uncomfortable and leaned away from the young man. His paedophilic gaze made her feel weird. He suddenly leaned towards her and she could see his hand travel down his thigh, down the seats and it moved closer to her thighs. She screamed inwardly and leaned even further away but she had to move back when the passengers to her right gave her a menacing glance. He moved his hand up and down her thigh. She kept shifting uncomfortably and her eyes kept screaming murder. His eyes simply said "I'm a jerk and there's nothing you can do about it".

The bus drew to a halt at the bus stop. She alighted from the bus and dilly-dallied. He started walking down the road and she followed. They walked for about ten minutes and they were finally alone on the dark lonely street. She managed to bump into him and blow a handful of scopolamine in his face. He followed her 'willingly'. They got to her apartment and went to the basement. 

He let her strap him to the bed of nails. She attached the heretics fork to his neck and waited for the Devil's Breath to wear off. It wore off and and he squealed like rat as soon soon as he realised where he was. He started to struggle and she waited for him to understand that struggling only made his situation worse. She walked to his side and looked down at him. He looked into her eyes and begged for mercy. She felt even more disgusted by his pleas. He's so powerless and yet he's such a monster. Everyone knows the rules, "If you can't take it, don't dish it".

She started by breaking his toes one by one, he screamed in agony and it pleased her. With every scream, she told him to repeat "I will respect peoples bodies and personal space" she giggled as she realised there was no point as she might leave him to die anyway. She slowly stripped the skin on his torso. "I think he's learnt his lesson". She said to herself. She finally put Trudy on his right thigh and covered Trudy with a bucket and heat the bottom. Trudy tore into his thigh quite ferociously. (Trudy is a rat ). She doused him in hydrogen-peroxide. He screamed and she dressed him back up.

"You don't know me, you never will, if you try to find me, I'll destroy everything you've ever known. Your career, your family, EVERYTHING" Those words and the face of a beautiful woman, who was the definition of evil would be the last thing he remembered as he woke up by the roadside.

"Iyana-Ipaja bole, Gbogbo ero bole" these were the words that brought her back to reality. She was grateful to get away from the pervert. She sighed as she walked into the night.

Who's the real monster? The girl or Mr Grabby hands? Please leave a comment. 💚

Scopolamine: aka Devils Breath is a drug which makes its patients lose will power while still being coherent. It also induces loss of memory.

P.S: I may or may not speak for most females, but in 3 bus trips, you are very likely to be groped in at least 1 of them. I've been groped by all kinds of men and boys (one time it was a secondary school student), groped once by a woman. All in a bid to get from one point to another.