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jalo1:
na dark room u dey since on d 22nd abi

the weather is not helping.

Will update by Wednesday jalo1 sorry for the delay... I beg

JohnGainsville:
Nice story Ma'am Lleigh. Is this story some how connected to your other story "River" because how Linda's little boy was killed was also how the little boy in the River was killed for the same Ritual purpose.

More, well permit me to say Weird inspirations to you. Ride on

Thank you JohnGainsville. There is a connection

smartkester:
wow thanks for the mention.. I yaff landed from my private jet

Please o before i get lost. Who is child Peter

smartkester you will have to go to chapter 14.

Chapter 19

The room went silent.

Devine looked at John in shock.

What?

No wonder he had been summoned, Devine thought, this piece of news changed everything.

No wonder John had called him when he saw the file was sealed.

Could John really be sure?

James dropped his hand that was about to pick up the phone on the table, the Home Secretary was momentarily forgotten.

‘Repeat that again, John?’ Commander James asked.

‘Sir, I am 95% certain that the owner of the DNA I tried to access is the mother of Child Peter.’ John said as he looked the Commander in the eye.

Devine and Commander James stared at each other.

95% was a very compelling number in the world of DNA.

The phone on the Commander's desk started ringing, he paused. ‘Give me thirty minutes, this conversation is not over,’ he said as he pointed to the door and picked up the phone.

‘Sorry for keeping you waiting Home Secretary,’ they heard him say as they walked out of his office.

Devine flopped onto a chair in front of the Commander’s office.

He turned to John, ‘Could there have been a mistake?’ Devine asked.

‘I mean can we be mistaken?’

‘We both have heard of contamination of DNA.’ Devine said.

‘I ran the test twice Devine, I was surprised that after all this time we would get a hit. So I ran it twice, just to be sure.’ John replied.

Devine was quiet as he digested the news, the enormity of the news dawning on him.

This was very unusual Devine thought to himself, he did not need a genius to tell him the implication of what they had just uncovered.

Officer Lucas was linked to Child Peter, he hoped that she had nothing to do with the murder.

Devine thought back to the Child Peter case, it was a case he would never forget. As with every police officer there was always one that got away. This case was it, as he cast his mind back to the case.

He had been part of the Metropolitan Police working out of Vauxhall at the time.

A member of the public had called the police, the name escaped him right now.

The man had told the operator, that he had initially thought he was looking at a bundle of clothes.

There had been a very unusual high tide, the preceding two days before and the Thames Barrier had been closed for two days. It had been very unusual as the unusually high tide hadn’t been predicted by the supersonic computers crunching away predictions and forecasts at the Meteorological office. Luckily disaster had been averted by an engineer on duty that night, that bit of news had not been shared with the public.

However, due to that high tide the River had taken what it wanted, sucking all it wanted along its wake never to be seen again. When the tide went out, the River had also left what it found wanting. Leaving debris scattered on the shoreline, some valuable, some not including what seemed like a bundle of clothes near Tower Bridge.

Dave Lomax, Devine finally remembered the name of the member of public who had called it in.

Dave Lomax was a retired sailor who liked walking along the Thames when the tide was out looking for unusual treasures. He had found some Roman coins in that past that had netted him a tidy sum, so he continued his hobby of trawling the shoreline once the tide was out.

Dave soon found that what he was looking at was not a bundle of clothes atfer all. He had lost his breakfast next to his gruesome find.

It turned out not to be clothes at all.

What Dave Lomax had stumbled upon was a torso of a black child. The arms, legs, head and heart were missing, the piece of anatomy on the torso was the only physical thing helping them initially determine that he was a boy.

Devine would have lost more than his breakfast if he had encountered such a grisly find.

The Metropolitan Police had appealed extensively to the public no one came forward, no one came forward to help the police with their enquires. It was a traumatic case for all concerned, the UK had never experienced anything like it.

He remembered speaking to one of his colleague’s at the Metropolitan Police when they got back to their desks.

Lolu Oguntade was British of Nigerian extraction, he had been the first person to tell told Devine that he believed it was a ritualistic killing. Such things are part of the culture in some parts of Africa.

‘Lolu how can someone kill a child for a ritual?’ Devine had asked, the image burned into his brain.

‘I know it is barbaric Devine, but it is the reality of those places.’

‘I doubt if we will ever find out the identity of the child.’ Lolu had said, with sadness in his voice.

He had been right, Devine thought.

After years of inactivity they finally had their first break, he was curious how the Witch of Merseyside fit into this case, Devine thought as he opened up outlook to see what emails needed his attention.

jagugu88li Adesina12 Audrinakane Sonanjs, smartkester, sixthirtyam, queenitee, menseki, Kimkardashain, PBeni, Mamrihan, ashatoda, Oyindawealth, dominique, donteanz, iamharkinwaley, eROCK247


Please come to the mysterious river

eROCK247:
I could never be offended even if I wanted to. You are a very skilled writer and going through your story I could actually see scenes you were painting. You left me hungry for the next episode. I just found myself another good writer on NL. I'd definitely pay for this story in hardcover.
Kudos ma'am

eROCK247 thank you. And thank you for reading it and taking the time to comment.

The next episode is coming soon.

I have to go to the darkroom

smartkester:
Smartkester in the building. LLeigh where are you

Updates needed

smartkester:
Smartkester in the building. LLeigh where are you

Updates needed

sixthirtyam:
Hello Miss Lleigh, your people for dis area dey wait you o...


No pressure though and more ink to your pen... cheers!

busy typing up the next update....hope TJ does not scare me away...

eROCK247:
Read 54 pages in one day... Wow! But seriously, if this is just a figment of ur imagination, it is incredibly sick. I'm sorry, it's a beautiful work of art with breathtaking details and suspense but still... How do u make that up in ur head

A lot of the things in this story are actually on this forum.

eROCK247 this week alone quite a few babies have been dumped days old and left to die.
A woman tried to sell her child for a bag of rice.
A houseboy being shackled in a cage with goats.
A woman has just married her dog.
There are loads of threads about girls and sugar daddies and the lengths they go to
A man got arrested having S£x with an animal..
A father sleeping with his daughter from the age of 8
Children being kidnapped for money rituals
A woman was paid £1,000 to sleep with a monkey.....
Dubai porta parties....it's all on here.
Human trafficking, it's horrible what happens. Children are kidnapped to order.
The list continues....

unfortunately it is the reality of the world we are living in at the moment.

But I appreciate you reading my work, I hope you are not offended.

Lleigh

Kimkardashain:
guys pls manage, am nt feeling too well,

please get better soon....

dust yourself up and look great again

marychommy:
what happens wen Lola mets Linda? waiting for d next update

now that marychommy is the big N64m popcorn question.

where is Adesina12 and the popcorn self...

Oyindawealth:
Liegh u're good!!! Weldone! I enjoyed dis updates...thanks for d mentions....Just like Oliver twist I want more!!!

Oyindawealth I beg o. update will come soon

thank you for commenting as always

astute28:
LIIEGH U ARE A GENIUS BEFORE READING IS NOT MY HOBBY BUT NOW AUNTY LIIEGH U TURN READING TO MY HOBBY WAO U ARE GOOD INDEED ..HOW I GO TAKE GIVE U THIS POPCORN NW

thank you astute28 for such a great endorsement.

virtual popcorn always accepted.

jagugu88li:
adesina12 come let me give a lesson dear.
1. Authors have a tendency of scattering your favorite character's life.

2. Then deny it. Infact, they normally pretend like "what are you on about "

3. They can even blame the weather for it.

All in all.....never trust them.

jagugu88li I can blame the weather for all kinds of things especially when it rains

Nkeiruka2015:
Thumps up Lleigh, you are a great writer.
I believe the woman who has Lola now is the same woman that bought Linda, but let me keep my fingers crossed.

thank you Nkeiruka2015....yes let us wait and see...

Thank you for reading and commenting much appreciated.

jagugu88li:
Its her .......

Stroking and cuddling......her mother did that? . alas it is not her mother who did that

Maybe its not her or she did it whilst high.......

I forsee Linda using this opportunity very fruitfully. Time to repent.

Let me sit here and wait for more and for the record, I refuse to like and share this chapter.
I dont know . You will write a chapter like this then ask me questions? Ask yourself

wetin I do now jagugu88li

Nathblessing:
This is getting more captivating by the day....Poor Lola......I tnk dts d child that her mum was killed via an explosion..... Thanks for the update ma.....
More ink to your pen.....

Thank you Nathblessing

meneski:
pls can you make it sound greek to my hearing

meneskia

like utopia

meneskistan

harunablezin:
madam Enitan go and do test oooo......jos as d Doc said prevention is better than cureooooo

after the shock... it is big shock

Kimkardashain:
Chai,dis is serious oh.

I know, so is life

jagugu88li:
You use the word surviving as if he actually did survive it.

I hope I am allowed to explain according to my understanding. The baby didn't really survive rather, I have always assumed he was either picked up from the shores of the river or they saw her throw him away. I am certain we've heard of stories where a dangerous snake doesn't bite a child, a lion doesn't too and even more wild animals just don't hurt a baby. I think the river decided on the same too. Lucen says Linda's act of throwing the baby lead to many mishaps...as opposed to Linda willingly giving away her baby or grown up boy for rituals.

He is now illustrating the events as if he understood what was going on. Mind you, hikayat qadima (forgot the english word but it can mean ancient stories) is, a child can sense evil spirit. So, even if he wasn't old enough to shout "uncle" or pray "mama help me", he was at a age where a spiritual eye is still sharp. Babies have that element. They hear and see all.

Madam author we are waiting. Adesina12.....coke please

jagugu88li did Adesina12 provide the coke?

cc

Adesina12, Aitee1, soleski01, jagugu88li, dominique, iamharkinwaley, Epberezi, Nathblessing, bummybummy, Oyindawealth

mexzzy47:
Wow this is a master piece....... Thumps up Lleigh

thank you for reading mexzzy47

sixthirtyam:
This is by far one of the best stories I've read on any platform, well thought out, well researched, well written, thumbs up dear�

....but Auntie Lleigh ejoor come and be writing... is beg we are begging ��

hi sixthirtyam I have just updated

smartkester:
Wow i just stumbled on this thread for the first time.. This is such a great piece. Highly commendable
I couldn't believe i stayed all night just to catch up to the recently updated chapter.
Looking at the date this thread started it's over 8months ago but it captivated me so much i had to stay up all night to catch up

Bravo Lleigh���

hi smartkester thank you. Hope you enjoyed your reading

Chapter 45

Every morning when she woke up she prayed for help to get her out and repeated her name like a mantra, she did not want to forget her name.

However, this morning no matter how hard she tried, it slipped from her memory, she sobbed silently as she moved towards the window.

Lola looked out of the window of the room that she was forced to stay for most of the day; the room that she had come to accept as her prison.

The room itself was furnished to the height of luxury, from the four poster bed, the incredibly soft mattress to the very expensive sheets.

Everything about the room screamed money.

She wasn’t certain, but she was sure that the glossy four poster ornaments were made of gold, they shone too brightly not to. She was surrounded by obscene wealth yet she was a prisoner in the room and slept in a basket on the floor. The only time she actually got on the bed was first thing in the morning, every morning which was a rule or at night if the need arose.

The bathroom taps were certainly made of gold, she had no doubt about that, she remembered watching about how the rich lived on TV and this room lived up to the to the ones she had watched and seen on the program.

The bathroom itself was also big, ornate and dripped wealth and privilege from the soap, the towels, to the floor. She would never use the sentence ‘I wish I could stay there for ever’ in describing anything again.

If she managed to escape from where she was.

She was only allowed to roam freely in the bedroom or the bathroom, any other room of the house was out of limits without supervision. She was a prisoner in a room where the value of the decorations were more than the value of a lot of houses.

Her eyes moved as she looked towards the desert that surrounded the house, the sand went on for miles and miles, as far as the eyes could see. The brown barren sand mirroring the barrenness of her heart and soul.

The location of the room and the window helped highlight to the occupant of the room how very isolated the house was.

There were no other buildings in the vicinity for miles, anybody driving to or from; or walking away from or to the house could be seen by anyone interested in watching.

The dust clouds the cars or vans created was hard to miss to the naked eye. The lone soul who decided to walk from the house to the next unseen one, would most probably die of thirst and or heat stroke.

She had been locked in the room for at least a month, if not more. She was not sure as she had lost track of time, she would never know how long she had been here. The first period had been a haze of tears and pain.

She was let out in the evenings and that was to perform a duty and for the other occupants in the house to see how well she had improved on her skills.

She felt so sure that it had been more than a month, she had only started scratching the floor under her sleeping basket when she realised no one was going to come and look for her.

She was certain she had been in the strange house for at least three months; even the three months felt like more, as all the pain and anguish all blended into one continuous duration of time.

She looked over to the basket where she was forced to sleep in; on the nights she was actually allowed to sleep. She had no more tears to shed, that well of water had run dry, just like the desert outside of the house.

She missed her Mum, she always wondered if her Mum missed her, had she gone looking for her.

Would she still be looking for her?

She cast her mind back to when she had still been at home. Home she thought, home had been a bit unstable but she would take home over this anyday.

Now she knew what ‘the grass is not always greener on the other side’ meant.

On the days she had been home alone she had watched a lot of films on her own, Taken had been one of them it was also her favourite.

She had watched Taken so many times at home that for some reason it had stuck in her head. Like most children who didn’t know who their Dad was, Lola had a romanticised image of who her Father was. The Liam Neeson model, fit her imaginations completely, well maybe he would just be a little younger than the current version of Liam, she had always thought to herself when she was at home.

The mind has a great capacity for recall when you have time on your hands; going over snippets of old information become normal.

The only thing she had left at the moment was to disappear into her happy memories. Her Grandmother had always muttered under her breath about the unsuitability of her Father, but she had never seen any pictures of him in the house.

As far as her Grandmother was concerned if he could not trace his lineage back to the Mayflower he wasn’t worthy.

Whatever the Mayflower was it certainly hadn’t helped her Grandmother, she had thought when she was at home.

She had never found out what the Mayflower was, but she understood it must have been something very important to her Grandmother.

Whenever she asked her Mum about her Father, she always got the same reply.

He was away. Away where Lola always thought?

To that question she always got a mumbled answer and a ‘you ask too many questions leave me alone.’

Whoever her Dad was it did not take await from the fact that she needed saving from the current situation she was currently in.

She really did wish right now that her Father was as old as Liam Nesson, he would come looking for her and kill the people who had taken her with them.

She sighed and looked back at the basket she was sleeping in and cast her mind back to how she got to this god forsaken place.

She remembered having a drink and feeling sleepy, everything after that was a blank memory. Whenever she tried to recall the memory she got headaches instead.

She had been asleep and woke up to find herself in the arms of a woman, she had initially thought it was her Mum.

Her Mum did that sometimes, cradling her while she slept, her Mother would sit in the arm chair and stoke her hair. It always made her feel safe and warm.

She murmured, ‘Mum’ and opened her eyes.

It wasn’t her Mum, she was staring at someone else, it was a strange woman with a veil, she knew it was a woman as she could feel her bosom. The veil the woman had on, covered her hair and the lower part of her face, the only thing that was uncovered were her eyes.

Her large slanted green brown eyes were mesmerising, they reminded Lola of a tiger, carefully watching its prey, before leisurely pouncing on it. The woman’s light brown skin added to the strange mix; she smelt warm and welcoming as she had cradled Lola her on her lap.

Lola had tried to get up from the woman’s lap.

Lola had been confused, how had she ended up here.

Where was her Mother?

Where was she?

The woman must have noticed her fidgeting.

‘Where am I,’ she had murmured.

‘This is your home now, little one.’ Her voice sounded as foreign as she looked. But her English was very clear, she pronounced her words very well.

‘Where is my mother?’ Lola had asked her.

‘I want to go home.’ Lola said, as she started struggling in the woman’s arms.

‘Let go of me,’ Lola had screamed, as she continued to struggle in the woman’s arms.

‘I want my Mum.’

Lola had started crying, she did not want to be here.
She was scared.

The strange woman had started touching her in a strange way.

The woman was stroking her legs and widening Lola’s legs. Lola struggled as she tried to move out of the woman’s grasp.

‘Oh no, please this can’t be happening,’ Lola thought, as she struggled to move away.

The woman was much stronger than Lola expected.

‘Please,’ Lola pleaded.

She took Lola’s wrists forcefully in one hand and parted her legs, she pulled her panties to one side as she put her finger into Lola.

The woman felt resistance and smiled at her.

‘Good to know you haven’t succumbed to the wayward ways of the west, little one’ she said.

‘You young girls of today sleep with boys at such an early age.’ The strange woman said.

‘Nice to actually meet one who is still intact,’ the strange woman continued, as she kept on stroking Lola’s legs.

Lola sobbed, she kept on struggling to get off the woman’s lap.

The woman clicked her hands at someone else in the room and the next thing Lola knew her clothes had been ripped off her. She looked up and saw that there were two men in the room.

The look on their faces scared her, it reminded her of the looks the men gave her when she had been at home.

Lola started crying again.

‘Please I want my Mum,’ she cried, as she tried to move away.

‘Get up,’ the woman said, as her eyes moved to Lola.

Lola hesitated.

‘Are you deaf? The lady said get up.’ A male voice said.

The unexpected slap on her face, shocked her into obeying.

Lola got up immediately and stood up in front of the woman.

‘Walk to the other end of the room and back,’ the woman said, ‘I want to see what you look like.’

Lola had no other option but to do what the woman said. As she was crying her steps had faltered, one of the men had a knife and cut off her bra.

‘Excellent Steve’ the woman said.

‘Well done Steve in being able to track her down, she looks so enchanting in the flesh, a child with the body of a woman.’ The strange woman said.

‘Yet still a child in the right places, but I bet she is not as innocent as she looks,’ the woman continued.

‘You kids just like living your lives online for all the world to see.’

‘Helps people like me,’ the woman murmured.

‘I was getting a bit impatient waiting to get my hands on you.’ The woman’s eyes burned into Lola’s chest.

Lola had been scared, she now knew there was something wrong.

There had to be otherwise she would not be standing half na£ed in front of a woman and two men.

Lola walked back with her eyes on the floor as she stood in front of the woman.

Tears falling down her face.

The woman in the veil said, ‘go over to that corner and stay there.’

‘Take one of these lollipops and let us see how good you are at licking a lolly.’

It was a very strange request.

Lola’s heart skipped, something about the tone of the woman’s voice alarmed her.

‘Steve and Ross, I don’t want you touching her.’ The woman turned to the two men in the room.

‘She is mine.’

‘You can show her how she can improve her licking skills as watching her she has no experience at all. Anything else, there will be hell to pay for.’

‘Alan is bringing back a b!tch that you can all use to your heart’s content.’

‘That one, will be a huge source of entertainment to us all.’

‘Which reminds me I must organise a party soon, as his Highness will be visiting soon.’

‘But this one,’ she said, as she pointed to Lola 'is mine.'

‘Let’s call her Lola the lollipop licker.’ She laughed at her own joke.

Queensiju:
Oh no! This is not happening to Enitan.
Thanks Lleigh.
What happened to the girl that was drugged, the one living in a trailer with her mum?

all will be revealed soon Queensiju

cc Queensiju

menwongo:
Lol you self too like market women stories.

I was hoping to ask the same question once Lleigh is through with the AUCTION

all will be revealed soon

nikz:
Lleigh this is too much for enitan now!

no be me o

dominique:
Arrgh!!!!! I wanted the chapters to accumulate before reading up but I couldn't take it any longer.
Lleigh come o and help me clarify one or two things on the last chapters (hope you don't mind)
[/b]No I don't mind blood and gore is not for everyone.

I didn't really read the penultimate chapter very well because I didn't want to have nightmares but still I'm confused about one or two things.

[b]aaw i think i am going to be known as the nightmare writer

How old was Linda's baby when she threw him off the bridge and how old was him when he was killed?

I was assuming he was an infant when he was picked up from the bridge and killed but your update made it look like he was a whole lot older.

Can't say too much but the baby was less than a month when thrown over the bridge.
he was older when killed

I was going to ask how old you Tunde and Enitan's children are since you wrote they've been married for about 15 years, how come their children are already in the university?
Enitan said 15 years or more that she had last seen Dele. She owns a house with Dele.

I'm glad Linda is starting to show some remorse for her evil deeds, she still deserves to suffer more sha. Not all infections eventually becomes a disease, hopefully Enitan's immune system is strong enough to fight the infection.

Hi dominique Hope this helps Lleigh.