Sudden demise: the gay man that sold me to his own kind and ruined my life


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By Oya Obinidodo

I was about to purchase a hotel to get some shut eye, after a long night of solo traveling across the United States. I was stopped by a random guy. He looked extremely normal, but he wasn't. He asked me who I was at the hotel with and I told him no one. He asked me if he could “kick it” inside of the room. I immediately said no.

“Ahh come on...” the stranger said. “It’ll be fun. If it'll make you feel better, you can come to my room. I just checked in. I have a brand new unopened bottle of liquor. Do you drink?”

“Why do you need to know? I don't think I wanna step inside of your room, you could be a serial killer.” I said with distaste. “I don't even think I want to stay here anymore. I'm leaving.” 

The annoying guy followed me to my car, to try to stop me. “Girl, come on. You're a nice-looking woman. I can pour you up a glass, we can have a conversation, and then you can leave. I want to get to know you. You look like a star.” he continued. 

“Are you sure you're not a crazy person?” I asked the guy. I began to reach into my bag and pulled out a metal detector. I started to wand the man up and down. 

“See, I ain't got anything on me. Now let's go woman.” The man insisted. “I'm not going to harm you. I feel like it is my place as a man to introduce myself to such a decent-looking person like yourself, and trust me, I don't do this often, you just happened to catch my eye.” The man said. 

“What's your name?” I asked him. 

“Unknown,” he said. 

“That's a crazy name. What's your real name?” I questioned him. 

“My mom named me Unknown. Follow me. Let's go inside.” Said Unknown, as he started walking towards the inside of the three-star hotel. 

We took the elevator up to the third floor in silence. He walked to room 301. He opened the door. The room looked like it had not been touched. The first and only thing I noticed, was a bottle of Ciroc, sitting on the dresser. He walked over to the minibar, picked up a glass, and began to pour one. 

While he was doing that, I reached into my bag, and pulled out an anti-spy detector, to see if the guy had any hidden cameras in there. 

“What's all that for Lil Lady?” he questioned. 

“Making sure there aren't any cameras in here,” I replied. 

The scan was completely clear. No cameras were in the room. 

“I told you I'm not a bad guy. Come over here, have a drink,” said Unknown, with bland enthusiasm. 

I walked toward him and asked, “Aren't you going to ask me what my name is, it's not “Lil Lady” ?” I asked, while picking up the glass of Ciroc and taking a shot. 

I'm not the type to drink clear liquor, but I gulped it down anyway, to ease my nervousness. Unknown. What kind of name is that? I said to myself. 

“I don't need to know your goddamn name!” The man yelled as he slammed his hand against the minibar. I was immediately surprised at his reaction.

I didn't know he was crazy, I should've followed my gut. By that time, I was already trapped inside. 

“Okay. Geez. You don't have to get all ancy about it. I thought you wanted to get to know me.” I said. 

Slaaaap! The man slapped me in the face, choked me by the neck, and said, “Motherfucker I already know who you are, and from this day forward, you gone do what I say!” he screamed, angrily. 

Oh my God. I spoke to another sicko! Unknown let me go and then went into the hotel nightstand and pulled out a two-piece bra and thong. It looked like it had been worn a million times. He held it up, and then threw it on the bed.

“Bitch put this on. It's my favorite outfit when I'm working. I want to see if it looks as good on you, as it did on me. The “tricks” loved it.” Unknown said.

By that point I realized that Unknown was gay and dangerous, and it was time to get the fuck out of there alive. But how? 

“So you're a prostitute?” I asked him. 

“Yeah bitch. I make a lot of money, and you will to. You have no choice, because a lot of the customers want to have a threesome with a woman involved. Bitch you're the perfect fit. If you make a whole lot of money for me, I can quit and you'll just be my bottom bitch until I get tired of you. Put the goddamn outfit on bitch, I know you can fit it.” said Unknown, sounding like the cockiest gay man ever. He didn't look or sound that gay in the parking lot. 

“Man I'm outta here.” I said, as I immediately sprinted for the door, when there was a knock at the door. 

“Shhh go in the bathroom and put that on. He's here.” Unknown said, as he snatched my bag out of my hand and put his index finger over his lips motioning for me to be silent as he walked toward the door and opened it. 

I heard the two men talking while I was in the bathroom, scared for my life. 

“Hey daddy” Unknown said, in a gay tone.

“Hey.” the other man said.

“You got my money for me sexy?” Unknown said.

“Yeah, but I need that girl. You promised me a woman next time. Where is she?” the other man said. 

“Daddy she's right in the bathroom. Looking finer than ever.” By that point Unknown and the other gay man, sounded extremely atrocious.

Unknown opened the bathroom door, even while it was locked. I was extremely afraid. 

I saw a man completely nude, sitting on the bed, motioning for me to come here. I still had my clothes on. I didn't walk over there. He pulled out a huge wad of bills and said “Come get this money.”

Tears started streaming down my poor face. I did not want this to happen. Unknown, standing by the door, started taking off his clothes until he was nude. Then he started to take off mine. 

“Unknown please don't do this. I have a child. Please don't hurt me.” I pleaded. 

Unknown pushed me on the bed with the other man and said “This is what you wanted ain't it? Two men at the same time huh?” 

“No!!!!! This is not what I want! You might even have AIDS!” I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could, but no one came to the door. Unknown put a pillow over my face, to muffle the sound. I couldn't even see his face.

“This isn't going as smooth as I thought it would.” he said to the other man. 

Unknown started to rape me with no condom on. Then he got off of me, with the pillow still over my face, to let the other gay man rape me. 

“Go head bro. She's all yours. If you want me to come back and do her again, I will. Whatever you like daddy.” said Unknown, sounding extremely perverted and cruel. 

The other man, known as “daddy”, started to rape me. 

“You like this shit don't you. Don't you!” the gay man said, as he penetrated me faster and faster. The rape lasted for about 10 minutes. The pillow was still over my face. His body reeked of cologne, and I was crying hysterically under the pillow. I kept thinking, they're gay, what if they give me a disease? This couldn't be happening. He eventually stopped, and I could feel his unclean body fluids seeping inside of me. 

After he got off of me, Unknown walked back in and said “If you scream again, you know what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to choke you until you can't breathe!” 

I looked sick. I had just gotten raped by two openly gay men. 

The man known as daddy gave Unknown the wad of bills he promised me, got dressed, and left the room. I never knew his real name or anything about him. 

“There are about 45 more niggas coming. So tighten up.” Unknown demanded. Unknown was one sick fuck. He didn't even give me any of the money. I was too scared to ask. I'm not a prostitute. 

“You're not getting out of here alive.” he said. 

Later that night, 10 more gay men came into the room, and raped me, unprotected. Unknown never left the room. He was scared I might escape. He even participated, with at least three of the men. He gave them oral, and they gave him an extra tip. It was extremely gay in there. Several hours later, he pulled out all of the money and counted it in front of me. 

“Damn, I made $1,600 so far, and bitch you ain't getting one dollar. Get the fuck outta my room. I'm tired of you already.” Unknown said. 

I felt sicker than I have ever felt in all of my life. I had just gotten raped by 12 homosexual men in one night. Gross. I started to put my clothes on, and I headed towards the door. I didn't even ask Unknown for my bag. I had to get the hell out of there, and the gay creep was giving me another chance to live. Just as I was headed for the door, I heard another knock. It was the police. They kicked the door in. 

“Freeze, get down on the ground, now!” said the officers as they walked toward me, pointing a gun.

“Miss imma need for you to put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest for human trafficking.” said one of the brutal, crooked officers. 

“What about the man over there?” I said pointing to Unknown. But there was no one there. When I looked up, Unknown was no where to be found. 

“Stop trying to pimp men. We're not your sissies. You're going down madam.” said the dumb cop, throwing cuffs on me and shoving me to the floor. 

“He was gay, he set me up! I didn't do anything! They all raped me in here!” I screamed, tears, and shame all over my face. 

“You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” said the nasty cop again. 

“You should've never let a stranger into your room. You wanted to pimp that poor guy didn't you? Stop selling men!” he yelled with gay authority. 

“It wasn’t even my room.” I thought to myself. 

I stayed silent, as the police hauled me off in their car. I was devastated. I was raped and set up in the most brutal way possible. How could this happen? What if I have AIDS? What if they lie and say I had it first? Whose going to get my kid? How did I get lured so easily? How will I survive prison? I didn't do anything! All I did was go inside of his room! 

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One last breath 

Several months later, after I was thrown in jail, I went go court, and I was charged with multiple charges and given a life sentence for spreading HIV to 12 men. The 12 men showed up to court, ready to tell the same lie on the stand. They said that I knew I had it, and that I wanted to take advantage of them, because I was jealous. The judge was an older black lady, and brought the sickening lies. I tried to argue with the judge, and she just didn't care. 

“Giving those honest men HIV is highly unacceptable. I will not tolerate this type of behavior in my community!” the hateful judge said as she sentenced me to life in prison without the possibility of parole. 

“You tried to ruin these innocent familes, with prostitution, and HIV. Highly unacceptable!!” she repeated again, as the bailiff escorted me out if the courtroom in handcuffs. 

While sitting in prison for a crime I did not commit, I kept thinking about how my kid would never see me again. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I should've never spoken to the stranger. I should've followed my gut, and left the hotel that night. My depression was so sickening and sad sitting in there, that I just couldn't handle what had happened. I cried day and night, as my body started to become weaker, and I started feeling the effects of the HIV infection. I became more sick, and I wasn't given any medication inside the prison at all. About 3 years after the case, I was found dead in the shower, after getting shanked to death by 5 petty inmates. The last words I heard them say right before they murdered me was, 

“You AIDS INFESTED BITCH, we don't want you in our jail or our cell block. You ain't safe! Yo ass gotta die! You gone die today!”

I gasped for air, and silently prayed, knowing it would be the last time I wake up alive again.






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