nice story

[color=#006600][quote author=donblazer10 post=61741520] so you cn jerk off all you want..
Sorry o bros, no vex, na God I take beg you. Please don't be annoy.

I am a new member but can't withheld myself commenting on this breathtaking story. Nice work and kudos to the writer.

honourable356:
Truth doesn't matter to some...what matters is just the update.. any reviews or encouragement that exceed more that 50words is disgusting to some whether it is true or not... well said or not.

To them only updates matters..
How have you been Honeydawealth??

I've been good! Dont mind them jare.... U've done well..

Creeza and Meneski, why unah abandon that story nah

Tuhndhay:
Creeza and Meneski, why unah abandon that story nah

... You mean (LGS)Last Gang Standing?

meneski:
... You mean (LGS)Last Gang Standing?

Yes

Pheww!!! Finally caught up.....i must say this is a great piece u gat here.....thumps up souloho

Tuhndhay:


Yes

Another writer has taken the reins(Ironkurtain) he has been on it for almost a month now. Just expect a masterpiece cos thats what mr kurtain has got to offer. Ever heard of ironkurtain?

update update

meneski:
Another writer has taken the reins(Ironkurtain) he has been on it for almost a month now. Just expect a masterpiece cos thats what mr kurtain has got to offer. Ever heard of ironkurtain?

whr cn I read it please..any link?

meneski:
Another writer has taken the reins(Ironkurtain) he has been on it for almost a month now. Just expect a masterpiece cos thats what mr kurtain has got to offer. Ever heard of ironkurtain?

Nope Bro, tag me on one of his stories

Thanks for your commebts and encouragements FAM...please let's maintain one love..gracias

Dé John Was the first to speak. He looked confused and a look of disbelief was clearly written on his face.
"Pa ken, elder...I don't understand, what is this young boy saying?"
Pa Kenneth was silent. He looked at Jelemba with much hatred on his face.
He hated himself for leaving such a deadly loose end. It was really careless and amateurish of him. The day he had killed the dibia, he had searched the hut,searched the shrine inside out hoping to see the young boy and end his life but Jelemba must have been sent on an errand that day and he was no where to be found. His life had been saved that day and now here he was, hunting him with the truth. Speaking the truth to the ears of everybody.
Pa Kenneth cursed himself for not returning to search for the boy. Although it was a matter of principle that he never returned to a crime scene.
Still he could have gone under the guise of visiting the dibia to discuss the earlier announcement concerning Okudili being the killer. Or better still-
De John interrupted his thoughts once more.
Disbelief dripped from his voice as he asked
"Pa Kenneth is it true? Does the boy speak the truth?"
The silence that followed was deafening, everyone seemed to be holding their breath waiting for his reply.
Pa Kenneth looked at the faces that surrounded him. He took a deep breath, which gave the impression of a defeated gesture.
Osi held his breath thinking this is it....we're about to hear a confession..

But when the elder spoke he surprised him
"It is clear that this boy has been possessed by whatever evil spirit he and the dibia used to worship...what nonsense tales is this boy speaking about?"
"Its a lie! You visited at night and when the tobacco smoke got too much for me, I went outside...but I didn't go far, I stayed outside the hut and listened and I heard you!" Jelemba countered with wide eyes and Osi believed him.
Dé john kept on looking like a spectator in a tennis match..to and fro, from Pa Kenneth to Jelemba and Osi could see the man was clearly confused.

"What do you plan to gain by telling such lies against me? Do you know who I am? I'm the leader of this village!" He looked around the room with a smile Osi thought was a little forced and nervous.
"Its a good thing I came to check on the pastor...this possessed liar would have spoken all kind of things against me and I wouldn't know!"

"Actually...I don't believe this boy is possessed...maybe before, but not anymore...he's a new being..all things have passed away, including his former life...he is now Christ like..he is not possessed Sir" Osi said.
Reverend Okorie looked at his youth pastor thoughtfully. It was very clear Osi had just made a stand. And he was against the old man.

"Sir what do you think?" The Reverend directed his question to Dé John.
Pa Kenneth barged in "what do you mean by what does he think?! Dé John knows me very well..and there's no way he would believe this conniving little criminal! What would I have to gain by setting up the village drunk?!"
"Maybe to protect pastor Bartholomew..."Osi said in a low voice, almost like he was thinking to himself. "I wonder why...unless you're close friends...no, that's not enough...unless you're related..." He raised his voice suddenly "that's it isn't it? You're his uncle?" He watched the old man's reaction closely and knew he had missed it. "No not his uncle.. you're his father!"
"You're a bastard!!" Pa Kenneth said through clenched teeth.

Dé John had been silent all along. He remembered something troubling...Pa Kenneth had taken a portion of the tobacco stash from the items the dibia had requested for.
His excuse was that it was too much and he was sure the dibia was going to smoke it anyway.
Dé John knew Pa Kenneth wasn't much of a smoker and he had wondered why the man bothered himself to cut the tobacco at the time.
Now this young lad might have just provided the answer.
He was still thinking along this lines when the tall pastor dropped another bomb.
Pa Kenneth was Bartholomew's father...?

He looked at Pa Kenneth in disbelief "Elder is this true?"
Pa Kenneth looked at him. He had a wild and angry look in his eyes. Dé john had never seen their meek elder look like that before.
"Are you that stupid to believe all this rubbish?"

Osi got to his feet. He winced a bit as he felt the pain in his chest but he was getting too excited to notice.
"I can prove it to you...the youths have been searching for Bartholomew without luck right? That's because they're searching the wrong place...I can bet my left arm that Bartholomew is hiding in your elder's house as we speak!"
"You bastard!" Pa Kenneth charged at him with surprising agility for an old man. He grabbed a surprised Osi by the throat and forced him back on the bed.
Gregory and the Reverend were the closest and they immediately interfered.
They held the old man still while he shouted and threatened.
"You all are exiled from Amaife! How can you come to my village and insult me like this?! How can?!" He struggled to look at his colleague.
"Dé...are you going to stand by and do nothing while these foreigners insult me in this shameful manner?!"

Dé john cleared his throat..
"Ehem...I believe you elder but there won't be any harm in going to search your house just to prove this young man wrong once and for all..I believe that is fair"
"I agree.." Amara seconded.
"I can't believe you...my supposed fellow elder...in fact you're also exiled! I don't need you in Amaife!" He barked.
"Papa Kenneth you alone do not make up Amaife...so you do not have the sole power to carry out an exile sentence.." Dé John replied him slowly and respectfully.

Osi touched his throat subconsciously as he sat up "please we're wasting precious time...where is his house, let's do this once and for all"
"I'd lead the way...Amara go ahead and gather the youths..tell them to meet us on the path to his house...by the T intersection"
Amara nodded.
She stopped by Osi's bed as she headed to the door.
"Promise me you won't leave this clinic..you need to rest"
"I'm feeling fine..I can walk perfectly" Osi insisted.
"Promise me" she repeated.
"Aaah..okay...I promise I'm not going anywhere"
"I'll stay with him don't worry" Gregory offered. The truth was he wasn't in the frame of mind to go hunting for a deadly killer.
Amara was obviously satisfied and she hurried out.

"Pa Kenneth when we release you please don't cause trouble and attack anybody...your place is not far and we can solve this mess once and for all...just be patient elder" Dé john told his friend as they released him.
The elder didn't make any movement but he looked at Osi in a way that made the pastor swallow.
If looks could kill, his head would have been blown off that was for sure.

"I have a feeling we should hurry...time is of the essence" Reverend Okorie spoke up and they immediately filed out of the room. Dé John leading the way, followed by Pa Kenneth and Reverend Okorie.
Jelemba stayed behind with Gregory.
"Greg I think you should follow them...that man is very strong and I don't like leaving Reverend alone with him" Osi told his friend.
"Hmmm..." Gregory hesitated
"I promise I won't leave this room...please go!"
Gregory hurried out of the room although his movements were a bit hesitant.

°•°•°•°•°•
Joy climbed through the window just in time to see the massive pestle land on Paul's back as he rounded the corner.
He howled in pain and fell to the ground.
Bartholomew stepped into view and lifted the pestle prepared to land a killing strike.
Joy screamed "Nooo!"
Sofiri shouted "brother waaait!" and he surprised himself by jumping on his brother and wrestling with him for the pestle.
"What are you doing...you're turning your back on me is that it?!" Bartholomew shouted at his kid brother.
Joy stood rooted to the spot while both men struggled. But it was obvious Bartholomew was stronger and it was just a matter of time. She looked around frantically for an object she could use to attack....or most likely defend herself.

"Brother..not this way, this isn't the way to go...please brother I love you...not this way I beg you" Sofiri pleaded with his brother as he desperately tried to hold on to the pestle.

Bartholomew wrestled the pestle out of his hands and without wasting time he struck his younger brother square in the face.
The impact made a sickening crunching sound and Sofiri fell to the floor.

However, Bartholomew seemed to have lost interest in the Paul's body on the floor. His eyes were now on Joy who had picked up a broom and held it as a weapon. Very pathetic indeed.
"Look here...if you try to fight it you'll regret it..but it would be easier if you succumb to it..." He smiled wickedly "you might even enjoy it...you're a bitcch after all"

He took a step closer and another, the pestle still in his hands and Joy suddenly felt trapped.. She felt closed in.
She wanted to turn and run through the window but the distance was short and she knew he would drag her back in with ease before she went through.

Bartholomew was still advancing "you're very beautiful you know that...I've dreamed of having your sister for as long as I can remember but it seems you were destined to be mine"
Joy turned and ran to the door. She tried the handle and forced it open but it wouldn't budge. She couldn't see any bolt holding it in place. She tried the handle again but nothing happened.

She heard the jingle of keys and turned to see Bartholomew shaking a bunch of keys mockingly.
"Looking for this? Hahaha....I'd advice you to be a good girl and lie on the floor...this won't hurt so much"
"Over my dead body!" Joy shouted.
She threw the broom at Bartholomew and was satisfied it hit him in the face. She hurried to the other end and out the door to another room. She saw her father on the floor and she knelt beside him as tears filled her eyes. "Papa...Dé...papa wake up please..."
She wept out in relief when she noticed he was still breathing.

"There's nowhere to hide..this house has just two rooms and I know it like the back of my hand" Bartholomew rubbed his eye with the back of his hand. The broom had managed to enter his left eye and it irritated him terribly. He could hardly see from it.
He was very angry!
He made a promise that second to make sure she would be his worst and most gruesome rape/murder...and he had committed some nasty ones.
"You're going to regret this...when I'm done with you, I'm going to use this pestle on you..and its the wide side I'll use" he gave a wicked laugh and Joy shivered.
His voice had grown dangerously close.
She looked around hopelessly for a weapon.
"Where the hell is the kitchen?"
She sneaked through the adjoining door just as Bartholomew entered through the other entrance.
She entered into the second room and she could only hope the second door led to the kitchen.

°•°•°•°•°•°•
"Benedict...we know where Bartholomew is!" Amara was out of breathe when she finally found the butcher. He was under the tree with a small group of young men. They were having a meeting, no doubt planning their next course of action.
The moment the words left her mouth, the butcher grabbed her hand firmly.
"Speak up...speak up woman! Where is he?!" He asked
"Dé john said you should meet him on the path to Pa Kenneth's house...he's hiding him..."
"You here that men! Straight to the elder's house!" Benedict announced and gave a war cry "Awooooooo!!"
The young men struck their machetes on ground sending sparks flying from the impact.
They broke into a run and began chanting: "Jajakere Kere oo..kere oo..jajakere...!!"

°•°•°•°•
Bartholomew entered the second room and was shocked to see Joy on the bed.
She lay down willingly and although she looked scared, she had removed her skirt and just had on her underwear. Her blouse was still on.
The look of fear in her eyes and the fact that she had complied gave him a feeling of power. He felt himself get hard immediately.
"Now this is what I'm talking about..." He said in a low tone as he advanced to the bed "I will not hurt you after all" He knew that was a big lie. He was going to damage and break her spirit before totally destroying her body.
But first he was going to have a little fun.
"Take of your blouse" he instructed her as he set the pestle gently on the floor beside his feet.

Joy's hands were shaking as she did what he asked. She was scared and felt her plan was a stupid one and was going to back fire.
Maybe she would be lucky and Paul would wake up or her dad..
But she couldn't count on that happening.
Bartholomew ripped his shirt open, popping the buttons with much urgency.
"Take of your bra...I want to see you!" Each word dripped with lust.
Joy complied slowly. The cold steel pressed against her bare back but it didn't give her any assurance.
"Now your panties" Bartholomew instructed as his eyes roamed greedily, photographing every inch of her exposed skin.
The moment she removed her underwear. She felt so naked, vulnerable and abused. But she had to do what she had to do in order to survive.
She wasn't ready to die yet.
She was just seventeen!

Bartholomew kicked his draws off and stood stark nakêd before her.
He strode to the bed in hurried steps.
"My Lord I'm going to enjoy this...Oh Lordy Lord...you have a very matured body."
He climbed the bed and and he was sure he could hear her heart beating. She was terrified and It excited him more..
"Don't worry baby you're going to enjoy it"
He parted her legs roughly and she knew it was now or never.
"Wait!...you're very big...lemme feel you" she forced the words out of her mouth.
Bartholomew stopped. He looked surprised but then he smiled. He loved it when they tried to please him, hoping that he wouldn't kill them. Their deaths were usually the worst. He had a gruesome murder planned for this one but he was going to play along.
"Here touch it..." He guided her hand.

Joy swallowed her disgust and forced herself to take his throbbing, pulsing manhood in her hand.
"You like it don't you?" He asked her
She nodded unable to speak.

After some seconds Bartholomew said "well let's get down to business...I can't wait"
"Wait...lemme...lemme.." She couldn't say it but she had to force it out "lemme suck it"
"Wow" Bartholomew was really surprised. He had clearly been knocked off guard. No one had ever said that before...it seemed this girl really wanted to survive...he was going to enjoy killing her.
"Okay...lovely...I'd like that very much...sit up and show me what you got"
Oh yes, he was really going to enjoy himself. He closed his eyes for a second enjoying the way her hands caressed his manhood.
He didn't know she was carrying out measurements...
He opened his eyes at the last second wondering why he hadn't felt her warm breath and wet tongue on his member.
He saw the knife at the last second. But it was too late.
Joy brought her hand down with as much force as possible. The knife was very sharp.

The blade sliced Bartholomew's manhood perfectly.

Awesome! just awesome wasn't expecting this........ Dickless barth.

Tuhndhay:

Nope Bro, tag me on one of his stories

... K bro

Gben gben.....nice

Interesting...

'And it sliced his manhood perfecrtly'..

What a great and confirm mission. Even though sheaks killed there after, she has indeed bought 'JOY' into my heart and that of her community....

Oh my.....My heart was beating so fast reading this. Soulholo, you are such a good writer. Wish u could get this and ur other works on the screen. Great job!

souloho na me you de do dis tin. Imagine de last scene was turning me on(God forgive me) i would have love some action before de mutilation. Damn dat gal is lucky. *vaseline mood deactivated*









(wayo mode activated)

Joy thank God for your life oh.
Serves him right, the very organ of destruction is outa the way(Amaife chicks una kpekus can panic no more)

Wait wait a minute souloho19 hope you are not rushing the concluding Part??

Where is OLUCHI....
What has she been doing all this while?
I am sure she heard all the shouting, the struggles etc going on inside..

I trust you will do justice to that part..yes,, you must give life to every part of the story especially the above mentioned one.

Finally, a seventeen years old teenager successful defeat a violent and murderous rapist rendering his weapon of mass destruction highly ineffective forever...A punishment well deserved!

Wait.. wait.. Batholomew escaped again?? impossible!!!
I very much doubt that he will be able to ignore the terrible pain down there and concentrate on killing Joy or escaping. But with the keyboard or phone in front of souloho, anything is possible!

Lesson :
1. Never..i repeat never underestimate a woman a scorned woman for that matter.

2. 99(yea,i might be exaggerating) out of a 100 times, no sin goes unpunished.

Well done Souloho19...Never a dull moment reading your story!

oh weldone souloho19. nice one from you. more ink to ur pen, more data to ur phone. thanks for d update.

Best story

Solo u are the man imagine i joined nairaland after reading ur story in 3 days, it is fantastic keep up the tempo

I always warn my self dat after God, fear Women

Damn!!
Diz One Na Correct Story, #storyTooGood

Joy Weldone Bath Must Be Killed

Where is the oyibo man sef

Chai! See Brutality! No Dick For Devils...

many questions begging for answers but i trust souloho19 to do justice to it

Joy is a beast slayer, no, a manhood destroyer.
funny though, whenever i see a dog, my mind just imagine how painful it will be if it should bite my dick