Powerfly:



So you that is not in their home, how are you sure she did something to warrant such treatment. You're already sounding like the husband. You are a mumu man

Shyboyk:


Person rape you and you dae write poem �dem no rape you well …ode

drnoel:


This is a major case of attention seeking. There is no room for rape in a marriage. If you didn't want the situation to play out, you shouldn't have married him. Marriage is not by force, neither is going to the police to report. It's all free will.
So please let us hear word.

Hermix:
The warm streak of tears trickling down my sore cheeks have gathered in a messy puddle on one of my breasts. My breasts feel so sore; they’ve never been squeezed nor bitten this hard. They feel like they’ve just been sliced up with a butcher's knife and stitched hurriedly with a sewing needle. A small stream of blood is oozing from my left nipple. My husband bit it so hard, he probably chewed off some flesh. The cut isn't a small one; you could stick a cotton bud into it.

It's quiet in here. I can hear the sounds of my broken heart, thumping like a drum within my chest. My head is aching so bad. I received multiple punches to both sides of my head as I tried to resist the beast. I also received painful blows to my jaw, chest and groin. The one to my groin had me gasping for air I thought I was going to die. One of the punches to my head had knocked me unconscious. I regained consciousness minutes later only to notice my hands had been tied and my mouth gagged with my own scarf.

My hands are tired. I'll try to continue. My head feels light. I feel like I'm going to pass out soon. Blood is leaking from my vagina. I need help

WhisperedNoise:


Child, this is a conversation for adults. Go and pray for ASUU strike to be over.

Scuttle away child.

WhisperedNoise:


Child, this is a conversation for adults. Go and pray for ASUU strike to be over.

Scuttle away child.

WhisperedNoise:

There is no room for rape in marriage? Did you just type that or are my eyes deceiving me?

How would she have known that her husband would rape her after they got married?

Hermix:
My fingers tremble in trepidation as I type these words. I’m currently seated on my bathroom floor; my bruised back against the wall and long legs spread out. I’m wearing a black bra and denim shorts that have been partly soaked by the wet floor. I have no clothing underneath as my underwear was ripped in half in the lead up to my defilement. I’m giving this description so that in the event my corpse is found, you will know it’s me. Hopefully this won't be the case.

As my tired fingers dart across the letters on my keyboard, I cast repeated glances at the door handle in front of me; even the slightest hint of movement could send me into a frenzy. My ears are perked up like a Greyhound's, alert to any sound that may indicate a presence in the room.

My two phones were seized by my husband in his devilish attempt at preventing me from contacting my family or friends. Luckily for me, the monster I married didn't realize that a computer also posed a threat. After he had violated every inch of my body and had his fill, he left me in a bloodied mess, sprawled out on the bed, semi-unconscious, like I was merely an object for his satisfaction; to use as he pleased.

When I mustered up enough strength to leave the bed, I noticed my right leg was dislocated. No surprise. It was my main weapon in the furtile attempt to fight him off. With my laptop in hand, I managed to crawl my way into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood and sweat behind.

I'll stop here now. I can hear footsteps approaching. I'll continue later, hopefully.

drnoel:


That is why our fathers advise us to get to know the person we are marrying. This issue could have been solved during courtship or dating the person

VeryWickedMan:
You are very stupid.
How can someone who paid your eternal olosho fee "violate" you.


When you were writing long bride price list, you didn't know he was paying you for sex in bulk?
Common go back to the room and give him what he has paid for.

Thunder fire you there.

VeryWickedMan:
You are very stupid.
How can someone who paid your eternal olosho fee "violate" you.


When you were writing long bride price list, you didn't know he was paying you for sex in bulk?
Common go back to the room and give him what he has paid for.

Thunder fire you there.

Piptocoin:


that is the old position of the law. now, husbands can be sued for rape under the Violence Against Persons and Prohibition (VAPP) law. earlier, a woman could not be accused of rape owing to the stautory interpretation of rape. now, under the VAPP law she can be sued for rape.

WhisperedNoise:


I'm not disputing the fact of intimacy during dating/courtship.

But you'll agree with me that there are some things you won't know during courtship. Human nature is deep.

No matter what happens, the husband has no right to rape his wife. That's a jailable offence in some countries.

Lovelife433:
Laugh won kill me because of ur monumental stupidity. Ur husband raped u? But when ur family are busy collecting bride price u didn't realize that he is buying ur smelling gutter for life abi? Werey go give him his property Ewu cambia.

EmiDon11:
Wetin u go hear very soon na,
Akinwale Bolanle.,
access bank.,
2361528422.,
Send me anything u get make i carry am buy drugs.,
Stallionhorse is behind that moniker,
Na only him dey do that kind thing.,
Abeg if u get anything, send to am oo make he carry am chop, make hunger no kill a nairalander

VeryWickedMan:
You are very stupid.
How can someone who paid your eternal olosho fee "violate" you.


When you were writing long bride price list, you didn't know he was paying you for sex in bulk?
Common go back to the room and give him what he has paid for.

Thunder fire you there.

Hermix:
My fingers tremble in trepidation as I type these words. I’m currently seated on my bathroom floor; my bruised back against the wall and long legs spread out. I’m wearing a black bra and denim shorts that have been partly soaked by the wet floor. I have no clothing underneath as my underwear was ripped in half in the lead up to my defilement. I’m giving this description so that in the event my corpse is found, you will know it’s me. Hopefully this won't be the case.

As my tired fingers dart across the letters on my keyboard, I cast repeated glances at the door handle in front of me; even the slightest hint of movement could send me into a frenzy. My ears are perked up like a Greyhound's, alert to any sound that may indicate a presence in the room.

My two phones were seized by my husband in his devilish attempt at preventing me from contacting my family or friends. Luckily for me, the monster I married didn't realize that a computer also posed a threat. After he had violated every inch of my body and had his fill, he left me in a bloodied mess, sprawled out on the bed, semi-unconscious, like I was merely an object for his satisfaction; to use as he pleased.

When I mustered up enough strength to leave the bed, I noticed my right leg was dislocated. No surprise. It was my main weapon in the furtile attempt to fight him off. With my laptop in hand, I managed to crawl my way into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood and sweat behind.

I'll stop here now. I can hear footsteps approaching. I'll continue later, hopefully.

Hermix:
The warm streak of tears trickling down my sore cheeks have gathered in a messy puddle on one of my breasts. My breasts feel so sore; they’ve never been squeezed nor bitten this hard. They feel like they’ve just been sliced up with a butcher's knife and stitched hurriedly with a sewing needle. A small stream of blood is oozing from my left nipple. My husband bit it so hard, he probably chewed off some flesh. The cut isn't a small one; you could stick a cotton bud into it.

It's quiet in here. I can hear the sounds of my broken heart, thumping like a drum within my chest. My head is aching so bad. I received multiple punches to both sides of my head as I tried to resist the beast. I also received painful blows to my jaw, chest and groin. The one to my groin had me gasping for air I thought I was going to die. One of the punches to my head had knocked me unconscious. I regained consciousness minutes later only to notice my hands had been tied and my mouth gagged with my own scarf.

My hands are tired. I'll try to continue. My head feels light. I feel like I'm going to pass out soon. Blood is leaking from my vagina. I need help

Hermix:
My fingers tremble in trepidation as I type these words. I’m currently seated on my bathroom floor; my bruised back against the wall and long legs spread out. I’m wearing a black bra and denim shorts that have been partly soaked by the wet floor. I have no clothing underneath as my underwear was ripped in half in the lead up to my defilement. I’m giving this description so that in the event my corpse is found, you will know it’s me. Hopefully this won't be the case.

As my tired fingers dart across the letters on my keyboard, I cast repeated glances at the door handle in front of me; even the slightest hint of movement could send me into a frenzy. My ears are perked up like a Greyhound's, alert to any sound that may indicate a presence in the room.

My two phones were seized by my husband in his devilish attempt at preventing me from contacting my family or friends. Luckily for me, the monster I married didn't realize that a computer also posed a threat. After he had violated every inch of my body and had his fill, he left me in a bloodied mess, sprawled out on the bed, semi-unconscious, like I was merely an object for his satisfaction; to use as he pleased.

When I mustered up enough strength to leave the bed, I noticed my right leg was dislocated. No surprise. It was my main weapon in the furtile attempt to fight him off. With my laptop in hand, I managed to crawl my way into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood and sweat behind.

I'll stop here now. I can hear footsteps approaching. I'll continue later, hopefully.

VeryWickedMan:
You are very stupid.
How can someone who paid your eternal olosho fee "violate" you.


When you were writing long bride price list, you didn't know he was paying you for sex in bulk?
Common go back to the room and give him what he has paid for.

Thunder fire you there.

Bukolaberry:
dear op, based on what you post you should be in distress and pain buts it's surprising how you pay attention to details and you use of word is perfect,.
well I don't believe you and for those that frequent literature section should know that the op is testing his or her writing skills, Good luck.

Piptocoin:
Hermix, apologies about the outburst. I hope you consciously let people know the difference between fiction and reality.

Hermix:


Apology not accepted. Go to hell.

Piptocoin:


that is the old position of the law. now, husbands can be sued for rape under the Violence Against Persons and Prohibition (VAPP) law. earlier, a woman could not be accused of rape owing to the stautory interpretation of rape. now, under the VAPP law she can be sued for rape.