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Episode 18

Smiling in satisfaction, he rose and left the room, promising to be back the next morning which would be my last day in his quarters. In the morning, he appeared with the belt just in case I chose to be defiant. My body already had marks of his belt on them and I wasn’t ready to receive more so I slowly sat up and mumbled a good morning under my breath. Without replying me, he took off his clothes then asked me to do the same. Like an helpless chick, I la!d on my bed and he came on it and nudged my thighs apart. I braced myself for what was to come because my body was still trying to heal from his last sexual assault. As he lowered himself on my body and guided his d–k to my v—-a, I sq££zed my eyes tight, preparing myself for the inevitable pain. He slid into me, reopening the bruises that were healing. I grimaced but could not say anything as he began to t—-t in and out of me. He made me do every position, bend in every direction and sU-Cks his balls before he finally ejaculated inside of me.

My mother was to come pick me by 6 p.m. so he made sure he returned at 4p.m. for another round and I wordlessly accepted my fate. I gate no emotion as he plowed me in a doggy style, bending over occasions to bite me on the back. I didn’t m0an, I didn’t cry, all the fight had left him and I was just a shadow of my former self. When my mother arrived, I was already packed and waiting. She offered five litres keg of palm oil, a basket of oranges, corn and pear fruit and also the sum of twenty thousand naira to show her gratitude. The priest told her not to worry that the work of God was free but she persuaded him to collect the items and the money after which she left with me.

Three weeks later, I had been sent away from school because of my incessant of vomiting and worse habit of sleeping in class. I was taken to the school’s hospital and was confirmed pregnant. My mother undid her outer wrapper and rolled on the ground, wailing to the sky and whoever cared to listen that I had brought shame to the family despite the good upbringing she had given me. She accused me of letting the boys in my school touch my breasts and have sex with me. She dragged me home and threw me at the feet of my father. When my dad learnt of my situation and asked who impregnated me, I told him that it was the priest but a sharp slap from my mother sent me scrambling to my father for refuge while I wept. My father believed me. He knew that I would never lie so he said he would take me to the church and confirm the truth but my mother persisted that she would go instead.


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