Little Nike (Fiction)

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"Where is the necklace?"

The water was cold. Olu opened his eyes and saw nothing. He turned his head trying to make out the faces in the dark room. He could not move much as his body was tied to the chair. He opened his mouth.

"Where am I?"

"Look at this buffoon. He's asking where he is. Skull, educate him." A young voice commanded.

The command and the corresponding butt of a gun by his temple gave him the much needed epiphany. He was in the company of the Young Boys Clan. They were going to kill him if he didn't reveal the location of the necklace.

"The necklace is..." He stopped himself. He would rather die. "... sold already." He resigned to his face.

The following morning, little Nike cried at the body of her brother dumped in the gutter. On her neck was a golden necklace.