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for the two days she spent with Margret at the brothel she learnt a lot about prostitution.

she didn't like the life they lived. for the forty eight hours she spent there,she witnessed what it meant to live life as a love peddler firsthand.

her dreams of becoming a medical doctor seemed to be buried, she had always admired doctors, she often time day dream on how interesting life will be as a doctor, to save lives.

she wasn't given the opportunity of going to secondary, even completing her primary school was an uphill task.

she knew her fate, she had been housed and fed for two days, she knew it was a matter of time before she would join the business of trading her body for money.

the thought disgusted her.
As a young lady of just sixteen years, she had been raped, time and time again.

she had been used and abused by men both sexually and physically against her will.

she hated men.
men are nothing but vile creatures, beast looking for helpless girls to devour.

she believed that the worst thing that had ever happened to the world was the creation of men and them owning a peni.s. she reasoned that the world will be a better place without men with sexual desires.

All the nights she spent out at the reception, while Margret satisfied her customer, she took notice of men who come into the brothel.

educated and illiterate,
poor and rich,
young and old,
pastor and imams.

they all looked different, but they all had one thing in common.

they all posses a manhood and will go any length to satisfy their lust.

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the day finally came.
she didn't know it will be so soon.


the day she was initiated into the profession of love peddling.

the highest degradation of womanhood.

Margaret took the lady to her room in 'Babylon brothel',.

she went with this lady who she viewed as God sent, an answer to her prayer. she was apprehensive as she was used to being rejected.

As she entered the brothel, she noticed ladies lurking around, in short revealing outfit, some where sitting other where standing.

they all looked the same, bleached and
dressed skimpily.

one caught her attention, she wore a bump short and a bra, she was amazed as how they cope in the cold water.

some were drinking, others smoking.

she felt alien to them, they all seem not to notice them.

she followed her new found friend to the room, she passed through a narrow corridor that was unusually dark and lighted with red bulbs.

she saw a man come out from a room, his belt unbuckled he looked at her and winked.

they got to a room and Margaret opened the door, they got in.

she had never seen a room as small as this, it was like a cupboard, she noticed a small mattress and a bucket by the door.

they was a calendar and a sign that read ' MONEY FOR HAND BACK FOR GROUND', she thought it was funny.

by the mattress, they was a small wooden cupboard that looked like a carton, it had a pack of condom on it.

she knew exactly what her friend does for a living, she was immensely grateful to be offered a roof over her head.

Margret closed the door and sat on the bed with her legs folded, her fingers were long and painted red, she also wore an anklet.

Margret asked if she was hungry, she nodded.

soon, someone knocked and open the door. it was a lady

"maggi, James dey outside". the lady said and shut the door.

Margret stood up, went over her bag picked a body spray and sprayed on her, she removed her trouser and wore a bump short.

she looked at the girl she brought In and said
"mama!, I get customer, abeg go wait for me for reception, when I finish I go call you".

she left the room and met James at the door who looked at her lust fully.

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later that night, she told Margaret everything about herself, excluding the fact she poisoned her family.

her hustling in life was to begin a few days later.

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Margaret looked at her and saw herself in her.

Margaret was born by a renowned husband snatcher, she's an orphan as her both parent are late.

her mother was known as 'high tension', she was bold and fearless, she lived her life to the fullest and often bragged of her sexual prowess.

she was a narcissist, she loved herself over every other thing or anybody, her body was her greatest asset.

she met a rich, who fell for her tricks, her deceptive ways and her sexual prowess. he was a married man who had five children, all daughters.

he desperately needed an heir, a male child. he convinced her to be pregnant, she agreed not because she liked motherhood but she was greedy.

she became pregnant and went through the nine month course. she eventually had a baby, 'Margaret', she was disheartened.

she needed a male child and not a female child. she hated the child she bore right from the day she knew the sex.

she mourned the loss of her perfect figure, she was angry that her 'big fish', denied the child she bore.

she blamed Margaret for all the hardship she passed through, her hatred grew from day to day.

Margret grew up with no love whatsoever from the woman she called mother, right from her infancy her mother will abandon her and go to club or parties.

her mother had sexual affairs with men in her presence unashamedly.

she was often drunk, she was the worst mother the world had ever produced. Margret was abused by her mothers boyfriend at age fourteen sexually, her mother didn't believe her when she told her instead took side with her boyfriend.

she began hating her mother, she repulsed her.

one fateful day, three years ago her mother was drunk as usual she started beating her because she didn't warm the soup. she was angry and pushed her.

her mother fell backward and hit her head on the television, she was rushed to the hospital and died after a week of internal bleeding.

Margret packed her bags and left.
thus, began her journey into prostitution.

looking at this girl, she saw the sister who she had always yearned for.

she quickly regained herself and pretended not to know what the lady was talking about.

"sister, no be you I dey talk to"?, she said tapping her shoulder.

"I don't understand wetin you mean",.

the lady threw her half lit cigarette into the gutter and demanded for sachet water from the provision woman.

she threw the sachet, into the gutter when she was through.

"madam, give me change",

she starred at her for a while and sat on the bench.

"did he rape you"? she asked.
"my name is Margaret, maggi for short",

' I saw you two on the bike, I felt for you because I was onced in your shoes, every one here knows who that guy" maggi signed.

she was was confused, she looked towards the lady, for a while she felt a tingle in her.

she had some sort of connection with this lady she just met, it wasn't something she could explain at that moment.

she felt she had known this lady all her life.
for the first time in her life, she trusted someone.

she felt at peace with this person.
this stranger.

"please help me, I don't have a place to stay" she blurted out.

at that moment, they both saw their past, they looked past their experiences.

they were both young girls who had experience the worst situations of life.

in their pains and suffering, they both found solidarity.

her body froze.

her heart skipped a beat.

she knew she was the one the receptionist was talking about.

how unlucky can one be?, she asked herself.

she decided to take advantage of the crowd to escape.

she turned and sneaked out.

she was lost in the big city. she didn't have a place to go.
the last fourth seventh hours had been like a dream. she felt her life was being controlled by an external force. she felt it.

she felt she was being watched.
she didn't know by whom. but it was a strong feeling.

she stood by the roadside, contemplating on what to do next.

she was thankful for the meal she had, if she was careful and didn't trek for long, she might not need food for at least twenty four hours she reasoned.

she decided to cross over and sit at the provision shop just opposite her.

she greeted the woman and asked if she could rest a bit.
the woman nodded, even though her facial expression reveal something else.

she didn't mind.
she was use to it.
she knew she was never accepted.

she sat for a while, her chin on her palm, gazing at the road, lost in thought.

she noticed a person came to the shop, but she cared less until strong secret stench hit her nostril.

she hated that smell, its reminded her of her adopted father.

she turned and looked towards the angle the smoke was emanating from.

she was surprised, it was a woman with the cigarette.
it was her first time seeing a woman that smoked.

she turned towards the road.

until she heard the woman speak. in a soft clear voice.

"hello girl, I know you, you were with Cain, the man that just died".

hearing that, she almost fainted.

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her brain didn't immediately register what had taken place.

what she saw that day.
she had never seen in her entire life.

there was a trailer by the side, red liquid was flowing on the the tarred road.

she saw hawkers,market women and passer by stopped to view.

some women were crying loudly and profusely with their hands on their heads.

at that moment, everyone forgot of their problems.

they were looking at the dismembered body of the man. his legs were the only part that was whole and untouched.

his head was smashed.

the singlet was drenched in blood and filled with flesh, which was once the body of a man.

women were cursing loudly.

"God go purnish that driver"

" ewo!, chineke me o! see person pickin o"

it didn't occur to her at that point in time, that the man who just threatened her was dead.

was gone.

she quickly arranged her cloth.
the first thought that came into her mind was
run.

'get-away, fast.

she picked what remained of her and left the room.

outside.
people start asking, if anyone knew him or his relative.

no one seem to know anything.

a voice was heard from behind, it was vero's.

"I know him babe",

"she never go, she dey inside.

people gathered.
someone dragged the trailer off his vehicle and began beating him.

the crowd began to murmur on how trailer drivers are not careful and often times drunk.

the man began to plead, saying it wasn't his fault as someone suggested he should be burnt to serve as a deterrent to others.

no one knew that the man, whose blood and flesh litter the street was a sociopath, a funny masochist whose area of specialization was luring innocent girls and having carnal knowledge of them.

no one knew he was cursed.

no one was there when he defiled an eight year old girl. the mother having realised what was done to her daughter had sworn the the perpetrator of that would die like a chicken.


the perpetrator was Cain.
he indeed died like a chicken.

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she was still in the room 46, amazed by the sudden change of her rapist.

she had laid still.
had accepted her fate.

but something that bewildered her occurred.

she saw the man furious.
she began to doubt his sanity.

he ran out like someone possessed. then she heard a sound.

it sounded like an impact between something larger and something much smaller.

she ran over to the window.
goosebumps was all over her body.

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she began to struggle but he held her.

she never knew a man that fat would be that strong.

he dragged her roughly to the bed.
he was fully aroused and was prepared for the next action.

but this lady was uncooperative. this made him angrier.

"pls sir" she pleaded.

he began to pull her clothes, he had no time to waste.
he was ready for the main deal.

seeing that the man was convinced to carry out his evil plan she laid still.

Cain, was surprised of her sudden stiffness, he wanked her cloth and tore her brassier she was still.

his excitement began to wane.
he enjoyed it when they scream for it stimulated him.

his turgid manhood became limp.

he slapped her,
pulled her hair,

she didn't move
she didn't flinch.

she just starred at him.

he tried servicing his limp member but it refused to rise.
it was there, looking dead.

he stood up,
frustrated.

he put on his cloth and left the room banging the door after him.

he left the hotel, without saying bye to the bleached receptionist 'Vero'.

in his anger he didn't look well before crossing.

he didn't see the the trailer coming on high speed
he didn't hear people scream.
he was consumed in thought, how he spent three thousand naira without getting laid.

the trailer knocked him down.
he was grinded, his blood sprayed the street.
his flesh on the ground like minced meat.

but for a second before he gave up the ghost, his final thought was about the girl.

the one in room 46.
he was 46 years old.

coincidentally, it was the Fourty sixth hour in which a family died, poisoned by their adopted daughter

she stood there, starring at him.

after pulling off his belt, he began to pull his trousers, till he got to his under wear.

he was wearing a brown short, she was watching him sternly as one does when watching a movie.

she noticed his stomach was hairy, the hair sat comfortable on his big stomach.

he sat on the bed.
" Omo, why are you standing there"?
" come over to daddy",

his attempt of being friendly repulsed her.
she moved towards the door.

seeing that being nice wasn't working, he became angry.

"shebi, you know dey hear word ko?
" biko comot your pant make we do this thing comot for hear"

she moved backward
closer to the door.

when it dawn on her of what he wanted to do.
she wanted to run.
to escape.

she couldn't bring herself to sleeping with a human-chimpanzee.

she took another step backward.

then Cain looked up, he saw she wasn't ready to comply that angered him.

he stood up and went towards her, his underwear almost off, revealing springy dark pubic hair.

he pulled her.
she let out a tiny scream.

"leave me" she pleaded.

he dragged her by the hair.
"she screamed louder".

Cain liked the sound of her screams.
it excited him.

he liked it when they scream.

it was a form of pre-intimacy.

she felt she was the most hated person in the world.

she felt she carried the mark of inquiry on her forehead.

it was placed on her by her creator, for where ever she go, she was hated.

she was brought back to reality by the voice of Cain.

a room had been given to him. he held the key.

she followed him, like a goat led to the slaughter house.

Cain was amused by the girl beside him, he didn't know her name, he didn't bother to ask.

it wasn't the first time he had cajoled girls to follow him, he is always on the look out for hungry vulnerable virgin girls to prey on.

he was cursed
he knew it

he stopped at room 46.
his favorite room.
he was 46 years old.

she saw him stop at the a room, she saw the number, number fourth six.

she saw him as he struggle to open the door.
she followed him.
he got in and closed the door.

the room was dirty, rumpled bed spread and stained curtain.

the room had a sterile smell, it was Dusty.

she saw a dustbin, banana peels was there with used condoms filled with stale sperm, it looked brownish and she saw a used sanitary pad.

she felt like puking.

cain didn't Mind, he liked the room.
he saw nothing wrong with filth.

he began to pull his belt.

she stood there, hands on her waist.

watching.