The visit- Part 4 - by Onlyreal

Tunde tried to move. He couldn’t. His body felt heavy… numb. Like it no longer belonged to him. The basement lights burned into his eyes as hands forced him into one of the metal chairs. Straps tightened around his wrists. His chest. His legs. He struggled. “Wait—wait! Please—” Amara crouched in front of him. Calm. Beautiful. Empty. “You’ll be fine,” she said softly. “Most of you always say that,” a voice added behind her. Tunde turned his head. One of the guests. An old man. Smiling. “I’ve been waiting for a body like yours.” ⸻ A screen flickered on. Machines hummed. Daniel stood in the corner. Watching. But not helping. Not anymore. Tunde’s breathing became frantic. “What are you doing to me?!” Amara stood up. “We’re not hurting you,” she said. “We’re moving you.” Tunde’s heart dropped. A doctor stepped forward holding a small device. Thin. Sharp. Cold. “Once it begins,” Amara continued, “you’ll still be here…” She leaned closer. “…you just won’t be in control.” ⸻ The machine powered on. A loud ringing filled Tunde’s ears. Then— Darkness. Not sleep. Not unconsciousness. Something else. He was falling. Endlessly. Screaming. But no sound came out. Then— He stopped. ⸻ Tunde opened his eyes. Darkness. Infinite. Like floating in deep water. Above him— A small square of light. Like a window. And inside it… He saw his own body. Sitting in the chair. Moving. Talking. But it wasn’t him. It was someone else. Using him. Tunde screamed. Pounded against the invisible barrier. But he couldn’t reach it. Couldn’t escape. A voice echoed around him. Soft. Familiar. Daniel. “I’m sorry…” Tunde turned. Daniel appeared beside him. Not physically. Just… there. Like a memory. “You’re here now,” Daniel said quietly. “Where?” Tunde shouted. Daniel looked up at the distant light. “The place they bury us.” ⸻ Upstairs— Tunde stood up slowly. But his movements were… different. Controlled. Precise. Too calm. The guests clapped softly. Amara’s father smiled. “Perfect transfer.” The old man—the buyer—flexed Tunde’s fingers. Adjusted his shoulders. Then smiled. “Yes…” “…this will do nicely.” ⸻ But Down Below… In the darkness… Tunde was still there. Still conscious. Still fighting. “I’m not staying here…” he muttered. Daniel looked at him. “You can’t leave.” Tunde clenched his fists. “Watch me.” ⸻ Upstairs— Tunde’s body suddenly froze. Mid-step. The room went quiet. The old man frowned. “What’s happening?” Tunde’s fingers twitched. Uncontrollably. Then his head jerked slightly. Like something inside was resisting. ⸻ Down in the darkness— Tunde ran. Not physically. But with will. With anger. With everything he had left. He pushed toward the light. Toward the window. Toward his body. Daniel shouted: “STOP! If you fight, it’ll tear you apart!” Tunde didn’t care. “I’d rather die than disappear.” ⸻ Back Upstairs Tunde’s body began shaking violently. The old man staggered. “CONTROL HIM!” Amara stepped forward. But then— Tunde’s head snapped up. And for a split second… His eyes changed. From calm… To rage. Real rage. ⸻ Tunde slowly turned his head toward Amara. And spoke. But the voice… Was layered. Two voices at once. “I’m… still… here.” Amara’s smile faded for the first time.

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