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she's just a sixteen year old girl, who's naive.

she was there, hopeless, depending on fate to lead her through.

maybe, if she had hope of where to stay or money on her she would have disagreed

she would have screamed her lung out to be set free .

but here she is, alone.
no home,
no family.
no sibling,
no friend,
no money.

even if she was killed, no one would know.
no body cares.

she had been hunted right from her mothers womb.
even the woman who sheltered her in her belly, who felt her kick for the first time had despised her.

he dismounted from the bike and gave the man two hundred naira.

she also got down.

Cain smiled as he entered, in his mind he has caught a big fish, he hoped she was a virgin.

as she entered, she noticed how dirty the reception was, bottles of beer and dry gin were littered around.

they got to the reception table, they was a woman there. she smiled when she saw Cain.

the woman face was discolored, it was a perfect example of bleaching-gone-bad, when she smiles she looked uglier.

her lips were bright pepper red, her upper body was slim, in fact, she had the shape of a lion.

"oga Cain, oga Cain" she hailed.
"longest time padi, I no see your brake light".
"wetin happen"?

Cain smile broadened.
they were a perfect combination of the word ugliness.

" Vero, Vero", I go yarn you matter later.
"find me better room".


all this while, she felt she was invincible because no one acknowledged her presence.

Vero, suddenly looked at her, her eyes strayed from her head to her legs, in a slow motion.

she suddenly became self aware, for she looked shabby and dirty, her legs were dusty.

"who be this one?, oga Cain?

Cain face smiled and said "na my new catch be this, just get me one correct room".

she got the message of what he wanted to do.

but she convinced her self otherwise.

excuse me sir, I don't understand.

he cut her short.
"what don't you understand"?

"you thought the food was free"? he grinned wickedly.

"abeg, enter this bike make we go look for room"', there's nothing free in this town, my dear nothing goes for nothing".

so what exactly do you want from me sir?

hahahahaha. my God! he signed.

"can I have my money back"?,
"did I agree to pay for your meal?, you look smart girl, don't waste my time.

she didn't know what else to do. she mounted the bike.

her at the front the man, right behind her.
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they man barked at the bike man to stop.
she noticed a building, it looked shabby and ugly.

the name of the place was written boldly and poorly.

DAMISA HOTEL.

she signed, deeply.
oh my God! not again.

mrphysics:
Misquote, please KONTINEW, the story is making sense. I have been following too. I read of your intention to publish your book. I am into graphics design. I sent a PM, please reply.

I just replied ur pm.
do well to respond.

tanx.

she was embarrassed.

she couldn't explain to them. she kept shut and stared at them.

the robust man, seeing the crowd, cleared his throat and brought out his Wallet.

he brought out three thousand naira from his pocket and gave it to the waiter.

she was angry but thankful at the same time, at least the people that had come with the intention of lynching her had left disappointed.

after the man paid, he turned and asked her to follow him.

she wanted to question his attitude earlier but looking at his countenance she had a second thought.

he got out and stopped a bike, he asked her to mount it.

she looked puzzled.
"why sir"?

he looked impatient.
"follow me go, abi how you wan take pay me my money"?

"abeg, climb this bike make we look for room.

her heart skipped a beat.

she happily ate.

the man ordered for extra meat.
she didn't decline.

she ate until her stomach hurt. he asked if she was filled she said yes.

he smiled.

soon enough, the waiter came with the bill.

the sum of two thousand five hundred and seventy-five naira.

she was surprised on how expensive food was sold there. but whhlat surprised her more was her savior straight-face.

he didn't behave like he was addressed by the waiter or rather sales girl.

the sales girl, seeing the man not budging turn to her.

"aunty Mi, your money na 2,575".

she was confused, being confused was a much more simple team to use, she was super marveled and astonished.

she looked to the man and then to the sales girl.

she noticed, the man was humming absent mindly, with a tooth pick in between his teeth.

"aunty, abeg settle your bill, I get work wey I been dey do inside".

she closed her legs tightly and began pinching herself. reality began dawning on her.

the man didn't say a word.
he didn't move.
he did nothing.

the sales girl became angry and started shouting, clapping her hands.

people began to gather.
one after the other.

they all came.

she went into the restaurant and sat down.

she was there for a while, nobody seem to notice her presence, she felt invisible.

the peppersoup aroma emanating from the kitchen made her stomach to turn. she sat there for over an hour until she felt a shadow on her.

she looked up and caught a man smiling at her. he looked funny for he was short and round.

with her current state of mind and condition she didn't find humour in anything.

the man attempt of smilling was a failure because his teeth were discoloured and looked pale yellow, some where missing, in fact he looked like a 'bushbaby'.

"good evening sir' she said.

"hello,young lady, can I join you"?

"yes sir she said", she was mindful of her mouth because she haven't brushed her teeth for two days.

the man looked suspicious but she thought he was the kindest man she had met.

he asked her if she was hungry, she said yea.

he called the waiter and asked her to make her order.

she ordered for pounded yam and peppersoup with two chilled bottle of maltina.

she ate in relish.

she was happy she had met an angel among demons.

but little did she know she was wrong.
the man proved her wrong.

he was also a demon.

tnx every one.

as soon as the cloud swallowed the stars. she picked up her bag and left the garage.

she walked slowly, like an old woman, for her whole body was in pain.

more still, she was hungry. she walked aimlessly, like a sheep lost in the wilderness.

until some one called her
hey you girl, see blood for your cloth o.

she didn't respond, she just going walking.
she heard the voice say,

" see this agbaya o?, person dey tell you say blood dey your cloth, you no dey answer, useless beast of no nation.

she didn't turn, she just continue walking until she got to an uncompleted building, where she changed her cloth.

she sat there for a while, then she went out, it was mid day.

her stomach had began to protest and riot. she needed to eat lest she died of starvation.

she saw a restaurant and walked in.

I'm interested.
what next?

hi everyone. I have some stories I wish to publish in hard copies.
if you have any publisher in mind, kindly pm me.
tnx once again.
goodnight.

that night was the worst night had ever had.
she was raped by an unknown man, mercilessly.
he had pummelled her. she wasn't arose and was dry. drier than the dust from the Sahara desert.
she had a tear.
for every stroke the mad did, the tear became wider. it felt like hot knife on a fresh wound.
the pain was intense. it was out of the world.
she bled. even after he left, she was dry faced. not a single tear dropped.
the cold became intensed . she tried to sleep. but sleep fled.
she never knew night was that long. she didn't sleep, not even a blink.
she prayed for nothing more. but morning. she waited desperately for morning to come.
soon enough. the day broke. slowly, lazily. it was morning.
its another day of suffering.

tnx everyone.

what are you doing here alone he asked.
his voice was so low more like a whisper, it sounded like a hiss.

she was scared.
dead scared.

she didn't know how to begin to explain to him,that she ran after killing her whole family.

she just shuddered.
he looked at her for a while, contemplating on what to do with her.

his hands began to crawl round her neck, his hands went deeper and deeper, down her cleavage region.

she knew what he wanted to do.
her heart sank.
she didn't protest, she let him do what he wanted to do.

even when he tore her dress and began stroking his manhood, she watched as it grew into an attention.

she didn't move.
she only had one regret.
she hated the fact that she was a woman.

the man had his way with her, spilled his seeds over her and stood up.
without a word, he zipped up and began to leave. he came there with the intention to steal from the boys who usually stay there but he saw her, and stole something else.

pleasure.

the man was her biological father brother.
he was her uncle.

none knew who the other was.

he stopped, right before her.
no itch further.

she could see his face clearly. if the dictionary author had seen his face, he would have given the word 'ugly', a more intense and comprehensive definition.

the man wasn't just ugly, he looked heinous. he looked like the combination of an owl and a dog.

she didn't know what to say or how to behave.
she greeted him 'good evening'. so that if he was to kill her, he would be merciful and do it quick and a bit painless.

he didn't respond, not even with a nod of acknowledgment.

he stared deep into her eyes, he looked like someone who saw clearly in the dark.

she sat up. hugged her bag tightly and decide to prepare herself for whatever will happen.

maybe the man was sent to avenge the death of a whole family she killed.

her mind went to the scripture that read,
"an eye for an eye"
"give unto each man the same measure he gave unto others".

if it was so,
then death was the reward.

she watched the man move. his step were meticulous.
the step of calculated confidence.
she had a queer feeling.

she watched as he walked.
she held her breath as he approached her.