Sex With The Devil

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

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WHAT I DIDNT KNOW

I went back to my place as the day broke clearly,but nothing remained the same again.

Throughout the remainder of that week,I spent almost half of my days at Pretty’s place; and at each visit,we always fuckt.

Same way I was a s*x freak,was Pretty also and Each new day came wit its own special effect and funkiness.

This fact aside,we had enough fun.

But,towards the Saturday of that week,I noticed something or started realising something.

When I went to Owerri with the intention of calling it quits with Amara,but ended up not being able to,but ended up doing what I believed was the better and best alternative; Pretty has told me she was with me in her dreamlike but more like altered reality appearances,even though I took it for granted.

Ever since I got back,I have tried my best to keep our ignition going,the ignition I had with Amara.

But as the days passed,starting from Wednesday to be specific, I noticed that Amara has started caring less about me.

I didn’t really take it serious the first time and the subsequent time,but then,it started threading the trend part. Unreplied texts,unreturned calls,no normal “how are you doing” stuffs again. I got worried,and the height of that worry started on Saturday when I got a Message from Amara specifically telling me to stop “disturbing” her life.

I tried calling her to know why, she wouldn’t pick the call.

I texted her,but no reply.

I said to myself that maybe her mum has gotten to her and that this was her way of trying to let go of me.

I accepted it,even though I believed it was a very wrong way of doing such.

This trend was not only with Amara.

Even the small relationship I had built up with Loveth slowly started decimating,and I even found it hard replying her chats or texts.

The times she called,I picked but didn’t really seem very interested.

Not that I didn’t want to,but I just didn’t feel the need to.

That of Ujunwa was even the worse.

I had stopped picking her calls even.

I believe she was the first person Pretty got to..

In order to make myself feel alright that Saturday evening,I decided to call the only person that wasnt a threat to Pretty,Jane(I didn’t know this fact earlier though,and you have to understand that I call Jane most of the time and was calling her in that manner,except that it felt more like a safe haven this time around).

She did make me feel great though,but it still felt as if something was missing from inside me.

I started wishing that the remainder of that day should just fast-forward itself to the next day so that I could go and be with Pretty.

I believe that was the moment my relationship with Pretty turned to a highly aggravated necessity for me.

This time around,there was a void,a huge void within me,and Pretty was the only person who could feel it for me.

She has succeeded in getting what she has always wanted from the beginning. I guess the question will now be,what will she do with it?

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After that torment-filled Saturday,things got extra serious like I would not have imagined.

I visited Pretty on that Sunday around 9am after going to Sunday morning Mass,

and the first statement Pretty made to me upon seeing me and welcoming me was:

“Loose your attachment with Dave!”..

I didn’t need to ask her how she knew about Dave,but I asked her why she said so.

“Its for your own good.” She simply said.

Who is Dave(David)?

He was our course rep back then at our diploma level at Aspoly and a very good friend of mine.

We really got along very well that I would say that we were almost totally akin to and attached to one another ( if you get my drift).

Our relationship grew more because then Dave will organize tutorial classes and bid me to come and help teach some of our course mates then,and I will always oblige him.

I help him settle most scores, visit lectures,people sort tru me to him for the lecturers,and my attachment to him was so great,they started calling me his PA…And we both were Aba residents.

But,one thing I always avoided was escorting him to any Lecturers office and entering with him inside..

He always wonders why.

Dave was typically my best friend in Aspoly after Ebenezer.

So,you can then imagine how I must have felt and the kind of thought that typically flew through me when Pretty told me to stay away from him and refused to tell me her reason..

Any typical person will assume that Pretty probably wanted to and will harm him if I don’t do what she said, but that wasn’t what I realised a year later.

The following year,Dave died..

And the stories surrounding his death will make a best tragic best seller.

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I stayed with Pretty indoors throughout that day with her telling me beautiful stories about things I could even barely remember now.

But,I vividly remember this one story she told me about a certain being she met during one of her astral travels(Yea,that’s the right word to qualify that dreamy stuff I believed she was always luring me into,except the fact that she controlled it).

She said she saw this malevolent being whom she tried getting something from because the being disguised itself as a Benevolent being seeking to understand one aspect of something “it” has not really quite understood very well about humans.

Upon much enquiry from Pretty,the beings true form was totally revealed to her and the “something” that the being was trying to understand was something Pretty had little knowledge of then, but has set out to perfectly understand. And that “something” is Love.

Marvelled,I asked her if she is succeeding or has succeeded? She said that for the moment,she is like 95% successful,and that I would probably be her last lover..

“So,then,what will happen next?” I asked her.

“You never can tell!” She simply said!