Lottery 1
Shaniqua and Lucy arrived at the hotel during the morning lull hours. There were no people in the lounge area, and only a few people were in the elevator area.
Shaniqua noticed a well dressed man leaning over the counter and looking at the computer after the clerk left the area to some place in the back. She watched him closely as he moved back before the clerk returned. Her heart skipped a beat as the man turned around and glanced at her for a second.
He didn’t notice her, and walked down the hallway that lead to the gym.
Lucy bumped into Shaniqua as she entered the door with some of her luggage. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I know the agency gave us free rooms here, but let me pay for the rooms instead.” Shaniqua said quickly.
“I don’t understand. Why would you do that? We have free rooms all we have to do is check in.” Lucy was jet lagged and little annoyed.
Shaniqua spotted the bar and ushered Lucy to it. It was time to come clean before someone got hurt. She had every right to know she was being hunted and why.
They sat in a booth in a far corner with their drinks.
“What I’m about to tell you is probably going to freak you out.” Shaniqua started. “But no matter what you hear come out of my mouth, I need you to remain completely calm.”
Lucy took a sip of her drink as the flashback of the day this all started ran through her head. She drew in a deep breath.
She knew this was about the ticket, how could it not be. She wondered if her new found friend was a con woman. That would be her luck, a con woman who is about to tell her some crazy story in order to get some cash out of her.
Steven woke up and gagged and gasped for air. The dark room was thick with dust, the faint smell of mildew was in the air as well. He coughed, the air was to thick for him to breath properly.
“Well, glad to see you’re awake.” Devine sat across from the tied up victim. “If the dust doesn’t kill you, maybe we can talk later.” Devine stood up and grabbed the pillows off the sofa and banged them together.
Dust flew into the air making it impossible for Steven to breathe. He coughed and gasped. His throat began to swell shut, the back of his throat was raw from the force of the coughing. His sides ached from the convulsive forces. His ears pounded from the force of the coughing.
The ropes held him securely in an upright position. There was no way for him to alleviate his allergy attack. His eyes were red and swollen, tears ran down his face. His nasal passages began to clog.
Steven feared he would choke on his own mucus. What a way to die, chocking to death on your own mucus. He coughed harder and tried to gasp for breath, he thought of his sister. He hoped she was somewhere safe.
He hoped someone was looking out for her. The way she tried to look out for him, but as usual he wouldn’t hear of it. If he ever got out of this alive, he’d listen to her about everything from now on.
He gasped and the world began to fade out. He welcomed it from the pain and nausea he was now engulfed in.