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adellam16:
Nice story, I'm confused. The story aint really bout a nymphmaniac really cos Oma aint one. She slept with just 3 guys n a lady. And dats cos her hubby didn't satisfy her sexually. A nymph is Hot almost all d time n needs sex like kilode. U try sha. D ending is very hurtful sef. Just like dat d tin just end in, is it mystery u wan call am Twaci? U need whip.

Kuku kill me!

Thanks though.

Diddyydiva:



Those people just dey annoy me

I don hear you.



When are you starting another story?

Just ignore. I will start soon dear

Come make we go IG, let's go watch funny skits

steryj:
Judging by the title of this write up, SEX should've been the thing to ruin her and not love.

True sha. Thanks for sticking with me through it all

Diddyydiva:
Twaci Twaci

Thumbs up for the job well done

Thanks love

Oya stop fighting, biko. Leave those people alone

lumzybo:
Nice story u got here twaci. So u mean the story has finally ended? Hmmmmn...

IMO, I don't think the title is kinda blend well with the story. IMO though

Keep it up.

Hmmm, okay dear, will see what I can do about it. Thanks for your review and good morning.

nerdfrost:
Bae come n update ooo

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are u sleeping?
Twaci
Twacciiiiiiiiiiiii

See you

Iffa knock u eh!

Good morning dear

Ubong541:
Twaci.... Chain this your write up too dope..... More blessing and strength to you...
Pls mention my name in your next write up.....
Bless you

Prinxxdave:
Twaci
Twaci
i need to give a big hug...just meet me in the other Room

Gozzzy:
Igbos no dey carry last anywhere... Tracy, I'm proud of u. nwane nwaami, kaa o.

LadyMessi:
Nice one, keep it up.

xamster:
Nice story twaci. You nailed everything from the analogy, writting skill down to the indepth description of every scene.
You're just the best dear. Looking forward to your new work...

teepsee:
Wasn't surprise it will end in death, but it became too bloody and kind of impossible.
But all same, nice one, next time consider the ending cause this one, it wasn't that good at the end. Thumbs up

golddealer:
wooow... finally am commenting... what an awesome story, never read any story on Nairaland before, i don't know what got my attention to this that made me keep checking back for update..i actually thought it would be something else due to the topic but i just couldn't stop reading.
nice work twaci, you broke my jinx that i wont read Nairaland stories.. this is really a great work.. more grace and wisdom to write more.

PrinceArthur1:
Very heart touching story, am so captivated to this story. You quite a veteran writer. Keep the thread rolling more power to ur elbow.

BlissfulJeff:
nice one twaci,pls copy me in ur nxt write up

Thanks guys, I appreciate your kind words

I will surely mention you all in my next write up...

Good morning and have a nice day guys

ikwoche:
Twaci why na....I don't know what to think right now...you just turned the diary of a nympho to the diary of a blood tasty small girl...I am sad right now.

Well what can I say?

Na so e end

Mucokey:
Impulsively, I couldn't just had gulped /read this Captivating piece n remain my very self without applauding Nairaland ever Queen....in the person of Twaci...you re good n doing great...
The way you captured n packaged this story is one of a kind....no wasted time in the usual unnecessary preambles...rapt as well as swift.
I oblige to be ur Nairaland fan for life
Tri gbosa for u

I appreciate this. Thank you very much

dominique:
The prologue is not conclusive naa. People compose suicide notes without going ahead to kill themselves. Still, the story is very captivating and spell binding hope to read more stuff from you.

Thanks dear, I really appreciate your review. Do have a lovely night.

solexadex:
First, I have never read any story completed on this nairaland.

Secondly, abeg d story don finish, cos I wish e neva finish ooo.

And lastly, please twaci any time u write again, just copy my name, I go so much love more of ur stories, I so much love this, If I watch this movie in nollywood I go love am die. Nice story wallahi.

No wahala, I will try to remember that. Thanks

dominique:
This can't be the end Twaci, we need to know what became of Oma. Did she kill herself? Was she arrested and sentenced to death? One thing is certain tho, If she survives this ordeal, she can never be ok.

I think we should go back to the prologue again

Thanks dear.

swann:
enjoyed is really an understatement oh...

kudos to you for this wonderful story. I look forward to your next.

Thanks darl

Will mention you in the next when I start.

IamLukas:
wow,it was as if I was physically present in that room.....nice piece Twaci.

Thanks dear

swann:
Oh gawd, so this is how this story just ended . Rip seun.. Dami should rot in hell and oma should just remain Mad wherever she is.




This ending just shooked me. "patience is truly a virtue. Cassie even turned out good in the end.

Kpele

Hope you enjoyed it?

JeffreyJamez:
Nepa?

You catch on quick

JeffreyJamez:
Twaci, I see you finally put some of that darkness to good use ....Fantastic ending

Lol@ darkness. Guess who made it so?

ps2:
Twaci, you're good... Ten gbosas for you...

Thanks hon.

elvido:
the story turn out bloody @ the end, i wish she was smart lyk cassie, nd wait to claim her prize i.e dkachi..anywy thnks alot twaci.. it was a bomb all d way..nd it exploited @ d right time..#great story#twaci i cn b ur dkachi#think abt it.

Thanks a lot dear. I appreciate it

jagugu88li:
My chest......my forehead.........

Kill them all Oma. I'm really sad karma will come for you, eventuareee but I hope you don't go to prison. Me and Cassie will cook a cover up story, if you help us find you or better yet, find us.

Ma'am, where do you get such really. This is good, I'm even one of the characters myself now. I'm still watching Cassie though

Thanks dearie! You can be Cassie's younger sister who will help later on to search for Oma...

See? You are already there.

veekid:
Pathetic and scary

Twaci you're the best mehn; you took your time to explain those bloody scenes as if tws visuals


You the bomb ma'am

Thanks dear, glad you enjoyed it.

Epilogue

Cassie sighed and stirred the tea slowly. Her husband had died a week ago and she was all alone. That made her sad but another thing made her sadder, she was yet to hear from her young friend Oma and she was worried.

What decision had she made? She thought and brought the teacup to her lips. Did she file for a divorce? What did Seun say?

She sighed again. Oma was a young and inexperienced girl that let her heart control her. It was just sad she had to find herself in such situation, it was sad really. She closed her eyes and prayed that God would give her friend the strength to cope and survive it all. It wasn't easy, even she had gone through the same thing. She had to sacrifice the one she loved the most to live the life she lived now. She was patient and now her husband was no more. She could go back to the one her heart had wanted...that is if he wasn't married. Not that her dead husband was bad, she never really loved the man.

She made to take another sip and saw Seun's picture flash on the television screen. With a frown, she reached for the remote and turned up the volume.

The female reporter was saying, "....he was found dead, cut up and stabbed, and his maid who was on his bed was found in the same condition. Investigations are underway as the gateman had claimed to have seen Mr. Seun's young wife run out of the compound covered in blood. No one has sighted her ever since, not even her mother and no other person has come out to say anything else. Another body which was recovered under the bridge that leads to the same Diamond estate had been identified as Mr. Dikachi Amadi. The police are yet to find out if this body is linked to the murders of Mr. Seun and his maid...."

Cassie's hand shook and the cup fell from her hand, and crashed on the floor. She felt cold and out of breath.

"Oma! What have you done?!"

I watched her as she mopped the room. I could no longer feel my fingers and toes and my joints hurt like hell. I tried to move them but they didn't respond, felt like they were paralyzed. I sighed and turned to look at Damilola. I had had time to think of the proposal she had offered the day before and though I didn't like it, I knew it was the only choice I had. That or wait till Seun would deem it fit to let me go. I looked at my blue hands, my body didn't have that enough time. I tried to move them again, nothing.

I looked up when I noticed she had stopped to stare at me. I tried to look unconcerned but couldn't, I was physically and emotionally worn out. She dropped the mop and walked closer to me. "Are you okay?"

"No." I said reluctantly

She sighed. "I really wish I could free you-"

"What is stopping you?" I asked though I knew the answer.

She looked at me in concern. "Oma, you. You are the person making things difficult for yourself."

I eyed her.

"It is simple really," she said and touched my hair. "Let's go back as we were and let all these go. Promise to forget all that has happened and I will help you. Take me back Oma, I miss you."

I tried hard to hold my anger back as I said, "And Seun? You think it will be that easy?"

She chuckled softly. "I know you hate Seun and can help you do away with him."

Did she mean?...

"It won't be hard." She continued. "Together, we will take him out and get his money. Then travel out to another country and start afresh. Together, forever."

My eyes widened. Damilola had lost it. And if she thought I would agree to it...
I frowned in thought. Here was the window I wanted, I could get my freedom and avenge Dikachi. I could let her take care of Seun and I would kill her. Simple as that. I didn't care for the consequences, damn them, I had no other reason to live and would gladly die in the process. I felt my life had ended already and I was just trapped in my body. I wanted to be free of it all and didn't mind who I dragged down with me.

I said weakly. "You-you could do that? For me?"

"For us." She corrected with a smile. "Anything to get you back."

"I didn't know..." My voice trailed off and I cleared my throat. I was exhausted, my body ached. I tried to move. "Could you please remove these cuffs? I can barely breathe with my body held up like this for this long."

She frowned. "I don't think-"

"Please Dami, if you feel anything for me. I am dying, can't feel my hands and legs anymore. I can't stay like this any longer. I am ready to work with you, to take you back. Just remove these cuffs."

With a nod she reached into her jeans but stopped. "And how can I be sure that you are just not trying to get your freedom and will kill me once I remove them?"

I smiled, that was a beautiful thought. "No Dami. I am tired, weak, there is no reason to fight anymore. Dikachi is gone and there's nothing I can do to bring him back. It is not your fault things went this way, it is my husband's, and I believe you will help me take him out. Or won't you?"

"I will." She said deep in thought.

"Dami I was forced into this marriage by a mother that didn't care me and how I had felt. She pushed me to a man far older than I am, a man I couldn't love, a man that whipped me like a slave while he raped me..." My voice cracked and I sighed to steady my emotions. "Dami you are the only person I felt something with, the only one that understood me-"

"And your boyfriend?" She asked skeptically.

"Cassie had told me it would be hard for the society to accept a lesbian love and I had no choice but move away from you and get a replacement."

Her eyes widened. "So all those times you drove me away-"

"I didn't mean them."

"Oh my Oma!" She whispered and came close to hold my face. "I knew it, I sensed it. I knew you felt what I had felt!"

I smiled, she had swallowed it all, hook, line and sinker. I wondered why I had been termed the naive one.

"That's why I said we should leave this country. Kill your husband and leave this goddamn society!"

I nodded. "Now that you understand me, could you uncuff me?"

She quickly reached into her jeans and brought out the keys. She moved to my hand and made to open it then stopped again. She looked at me for a while and with a sigh unlocked it.

I sighed in relief as my hand regained its freedom and resisted the urge to hold Dami's throat. Not just that, I still couldn't move it.

She smiled at me and unlocked the other three that held my other hand and legs. Then she stood at the edge of the bed with a weak smile, I knew she considered if she had done the right thing. I smiled to reassure her, I couldn't have my arms restrained again. She smiled broadly and walked close to sit beside me on the bed.

"How does it feel?"

"Nice. It's nice to feel my hands again."

Unexpectedly, she bent and kissed my lips and I had to hold myself with everything I had in me not to bite her lips off. Not now, I thought and tried to breath easy.

She sat up with a satisfied grin. "I am glad we are back together."

"Yeah." I forced a laugh. "Me too."

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I rubbed my wrists and looked out the window. It had taken two days for my hands and feet to respond to my movements and though they shook and ached now and then, I could use them.

I missed Cassie so much. She was the only one that could get to me, that understood me and my emotions. I wished I had my phone, I could have called her for help. She would know what to do, would have even stopped me from making the careless mistakes I had made the past few days. I rested my head on the window glass and wondered how I had made things go so bad.

I thought about Dikachi and my eyes became teary. I couldn't get over it, I had made the greatest mistake of my life and regretted it. It haunted my every thought.

"...Don't make any regrettable decision..."

My heart ached as I thought of Cassie's last words to me before she had left the country. I knew she would be disappointed. Would she forgive me?

I sighed as my thoughts shifted to Dikachi's friends and family. I didn't know what Seun had done to his body and knew they looked for him. What would they think? I imagined that they would go to the police station to report him as a missing person. Would they find him?

I wiped my face and thought of Kamsi's laughter. I had taken Dikachi from them and knew it will destroy them. It will ruin his godson. It will ruin everything for them.

I couldn't control it, I cried again. I stared at my hands as it seemed they were covered in blood, his blood and rubbed them against my skirt. I was a murderer. My heart bled in pain as I remembered his eyes, the way he had stared at me in love as he died, the way his hands had held on to mine...

I crumbled down and held my knees to my chest. What have I done? No matter how many times I asked myself that question, I couldn't answer it. I couldn't accept it. I rocked myself back and forth, and cried harder as memories of Dikachi poured in with full wicked force. I wanted to die.

Just then something glinted under the bed and I stopped. Quite curious, I wiped my face and crawled to the bed. I gently reached out to touch it and gasped when I felt the cold surface of a glass. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was a large piece of the mirror I had broken and had been missed by Dami who had cleaned up the room.

I brought it closer and caught my reflection. Gone was the beautiful lightskinned girl that had fires in her eyes, rather empty cold eyes stared back. I looked wild with my unkempt hair and my skin was pale. I was no longer myself.

I turned the glass and brought it closer to my wrist. I closed my eyes, I could end it I thought, I could end it all and be free of the hurt and guilt.

I sighed. Change of plans.

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I looked at Damilola as she went over her plans again. It was the evening my husband would return and she thought it was the perfect time to kill him. He would suspect nothing, she said, and she couldn't wait anymore.

Her plan was that she would stand behind the door with an iron rod and wait till he returned. And once he had come in to see me, she would hit him from the back and would continue till he was dead.

I nodded and thought of the glass under my pillow. "And how are we going to dispose of his body?"

She smiled. "We will drop his body from the top of the stairs and claim he had tripped and fell to his death. That would explain injuries he had gotten from the rod."

I thought of the flights of stairs in the house and shrugged. It was a pretty good plan.

"Then you will inherit the money and we will fly out of this country, to a place we will be free."

I smiled as she touched my face. "I love the plan."

"I knew you would." She said lovingly. "I just can't wait."

"Me neither."

She leaned close and kissed me again. It was meant to assure me and fill me with love but I was throughly disgusted. I held on to the blanket for control and tried to breath but then she moved closer and took it deeper.

I couldn't stop thinking of Dikachi, his lips, his touch....I moved back and broke the kiss, my heart hurt and bitter.

"What is it?" She whispered.

I looked at her, I wanted to scratch her eyes out. "We shouldn't be doing this. Seun would be back anytime from now."

She smiled. "He said he will be here by 8pm. It's just 6, there is still time."

I nodded.

She came close again and kissed my cheek. "Do not be afraid my Oma. Soon, you won't worry about him anymore."

I looked at her. I knew I had to play her game, make her believe that I had meant my words. That was the only way it would work out for me. That was the only way I could get my revenge. I shut down my mind and reached out to hold her face with both hands, and kissed her. I tried to make it real and meaningful, as if I truly wanted her and it worked.

She moaned in my mouth as her fingers went into my hair and drew me closer. She edged me to the bed and climbed on me. I tried a smile as her fingers went to my buttons and opened them to reveal my bra.

"God I have missed this." She whispered and bent to kiss my cleavage.

I stiffened as she licked my skin and traced a kiss to my neck, her hands on my breasts. She pushed the bra straps down and pushed it out of the way. When her mouth touched my nipples, I closed my eyes and tried to control the contraction I felt in my abdomen. I couldn't lose myself to this, I thought, I couldn't let her back in.

I pushed her away and turned to put her on the bed. She smiled as I sat on her. "You are quite impatient."

I smiled back and bent to kiss her. It was wild, frantic and filled with emotions. No, not love but hate. I hated her for everything she had done to me, for not keeping her mouth shut about Dikachi, for working with Seun, she was partly responsible for my lover's death. I arched as her hands moved to my back and reached under my skirt to grab my ass. I couldn't take it, not anymore.

Blind with fury and renewed hatred, I moved my hand under the pillow, my lips still locked with hers and grabbed the piece of mirror I had hidden there. Her hands had moved further down as her fingers edged towards my clït, I shivered and brought my hand out from beneath the pillow.

A hand to her chest, I pushed myself up and sat on her hands. She frowned and paled when she saw the glass i held.

"What-what are you doing?!" She screamed and struggled.

I smiled and brought the glass to her neck. "Bïtch."

The more she moved, the harder I pressed the glass to her neck and with a swift move, ran the glass through her skin.

She screamed in pains as blood gushed out of the cut and tried to fight but I held on stronger and stabbed her face. Her eyes, her mouth, her cheeks, anywhere the glass could stab.

Her struggle became weak as blood pumped out from everywhere. I was covered in blood, I tasted it in my mouth and felt it drip from my jaw.

I rolled off her to the floor and with a sigh, looked at the mirror I held. It was covered in blood but I could make out my face.

I looked like a monster.

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I laid there for I don't know how long, my mind blank and eyes unfocused. The mirror was still in my hand and the blood on my face had dried up a bit. No sounds came from the bed and I knew Damilola was dead. I felt no regrets neither I was happy she was dead, I was numb and emotionless.

When I heard the car honk downstairs, I quickly sprang up and ran to the window to see the gateman open the gate to let my husband's car in. I panicked.

I turned to look at Dami, she was a sore sight to the eyes and looked like something that had been fed on by vultures. I had the urge to throw up, I couldn't believe that I had done that.

I moved away from the window when my husband came out of his car and went to the bed. What have I done? I thought in fear. How do I clean up this mess?

I heard my husband enter the house and ran to the door. I locked it and leaned on it, my body shook in fear. I looked at the glass in my hand as my heart raced, what have I done?!

My husband's footsteps came up after a while and looked at the bed again, Dami covered in blood, the sheets messed up, what would my husband do to me? Would he beat me? Would he kill me?

I frowned. Would he kill me the same way he had killed Dikachi?

All of a sudden I felt the wave of intense hate sweep through me and clenched my teeth. Why was I scared? I thought in anger. This was the man that had killed my Dikachi, the man that had ruined my life. I closed my eyes and remembered everything, the way he had hit me, the way he had raped me time and again, the way he had whipped me, the way he had had struck Dikachi, the way he had killed him...

I let these emotions boil within as I reached for the door and unlocked it. I moved to the back of the door and held to glass to my chest. This will end, I thought with a sigh, this will end here.

When Seun opened the door and froze, I knew he had seen the mess I had made. I heard him curse and run inside the room. I slowly peeped from the back of the door and watched him touch Dami.

"What the hell?!" He gasped and drew back when he found out she was dead. I had never seen him so scared before.

He looked around and turned to the bathroom, I guessed he thought I was in there. I was right. He slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom door and I carefully moved out.

He opened the door and peeped in. "Oma?"

I slowly walked to the light switch and turned it off. We were plunged into thick darkness. I heard him gasp and smiled. With everything I had in me, I ran towards him and pushed him. We tumbled into dark bathroom and fell close to the toilet. He tried to grab me but I brought down the glass mercilessly and stabbed everywhere I could. He yelled and pushed me away from him and I hit my back on the bathtub. I winced in pain as my spine tingled. I heard him stand and had to ignore the pains. I stood up, the glass still in my hand and tried to focus. I couldn't make out his location and knew I had to do something before he would switch on the lights.

"Are you scared?" I asked softly.

"You are insane!" He yelled, his voice was laced with pain.

I turned to where his voice came from and silently moved towards him.

"What is wrong with you Oma! You just killed someone! You think this is a game?!"

I heard him moved and stopped.

"Where is this fücking switch?!" I heard him mutter.

"Are you scared Seun?"

"Shut up!"

I laughed. "You should be. You would be stupïd not to be."

"You crazy bïtch!" He retorted. "You are throwing my words back at me! You are mad!"

I made no reply and moved closer still.

"You are the fücking devil!" He continued. "You can't get away with this! I am going to get you for this! I will make sure I kill you this time! - fück! My thigh is fücking bleeding!"

I stopped, he was right in front of me.

"I will kill you for-"

With a swift move I sliced blindly and jumped back when he tried to hit me. He yelled and hit the wall, I guessed he looked for me. I moved away as he gruntled and slapped the wall. "Fück my eye! Bïtch! I will kill you!"

"Not if I don't kill you first." I muttered and edged closer.

He laughed, it was filled with pain. "You think you can kill me?! You think you can get away with this?! You couldn't even fight to save the one you love and here you are saying you would kill me! I will kill you Oma! I will kill you and your mother! I will destroy you!"

I stopped moving. He was right in front on me, I could feel his heat. He had leaned on the wall and faced me. If only he had shut up, he would have felt me close.

"And even if you succeed, you think you will get away with it?! Huh?! Do you?!"

I took a deep breath and with all my might, stabbed him. He groaned and tried to hold my hands but I pushed it deeper, and deeper till I felt the sharp edges of the glass cut my palms. He fell back and I fell with, the glass moved deeper still.

"You can't get away with this." He rasped.

"I can Seun. Accidents happen."

He coughed and tried to push my hands away but I held on still. He was weak. After a while, he stopped moving and his hands went lax on mine.

I moved away slowly and stood up, I couldn't risk him coming back to life like he had once did. I touched the wall and felt my way to the door and reached for the switch which was beside it. The lights blinded me temporarily as I switched it on and I blinked rapidly. I turned to my husband.

I had done a number on him.

He was dead for sure, the glass I had pushed into him was buried below his ribs and was covered with blood. His left eye had been slashed through and his right thigh was covered in blood. He looked worse than Damilola.

The bathroom floor was covered in blood, so did the wall behind him. I looked at my hands, I couldn't tell if it was my blood that was on them or his, but it looked bad.
I gasped, what have I done? I threw up violently.

I looked at my husband again and staggered back, my hands covered my mouth. I just killed my husband! I paled up in sudden fear as my hands shook. "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

I didn't know what next to do. I was scared and confused and covered in blood. I had not thought of it properly, how would I explain it to people, to the police.

"No. No!" I cried and ran out of the door to see Dami.

Oh God! I was monster!

Drowned in fear, I ran away from the room, out the door, down the stairs and out of the house.

Audu ran out of his house and yelled when he saw me, I knew I made a frightful sight. "Madam! Wetin happen?!"

I ignored him and opened the gate. I knew I couldn't stop, I couldn't explain it to him as he would turn me in to the police. I flung the gate open and ran out. The street was dark and I was scared but the thoughts of what I had done was greater. I couldn't go back from it all. I had lost it all.

Barefooted and covered in blood, I ran out into the dark street.

swann:
Update .. I don't pity Oma at all. Seun himself is too kind 'cause she deserves hot whipping for thinking through her vag!na....




Twaci pm me yr address so i can send power banks for you so you can update more frequently

Thanks

elvido:
thanks 4 d update, no prbs twaci i cnt get angry @u no mata what.

veekid:
Mehn mehn mehn! !!!!!! This one strong no b small o. Na so person dey take die?; abeg someone should alert them dikachi friends now, they need to trace the death. Cassie needs to get back ASAP
Nice work Twaci; this one you're having issue with power supply in Your hood now; na wha o

chayoski:
Yea! Yea Twaci! It wasn't a dream! I'm awake now. Thanks for your effort cos this story I'm sure is entertaining more than you think. Let's see how things unfold but Heyyy I hope cassie is not outta this beautiful story Weldone!

Thanks a lot guys

Laveda:
you're good, sweetheart.

Thanks love

Sorry dears, I have been very very VERY busy (and still is) and the light situation here ain't helping either.

I will try to do the best I can though.

As for #teamDikachi, sorry, it wasn't a dream

Good evening

I woke with a start.

I looked around with a frown and squinted, the room was bright, bright enough to hurt my eyes. With a yawn I stretched and slowly sat up. My head hurt and my mouth tasted like lead. I winced as I tired to move, my body joints screamed in pains.

What was I doing on the floor?

I touched my face with a deeper frown, why does my face hurt so much?

My eyes fell on the blood stains on my blouse, hands, legs, they were all over me. Then the memories kicked in, hard and mercilessly and I was left breathless. With a hand to my chest I remembered all that had happened the night before, the pain and the hurt of yesterday.

Dikachi was dead.

My hands shook and my heart raced faster. Dikachi was dead?! The man that had truly cared for me was dead! I touched my lips, they felt cold, they felt alone. He was dead! He had been killed by Seun! Oh no!

I ignored the pains, sprang up and ran to the door. I tried to open it but couldn't, it was locked. I panicked, I was breathless in fear and thoughtless in anger. All I wanted was to run out, to see if all I had remembered truly happened, to see if my Dikachi was truly dead, to strangle my husband if he truly was.

I banged on the door angrily. "Open this door!"

No reply.

I pounded my fists on the door, my body numb from all it had been through. I didn't care, not even when they bled. "Seun open this door!"

Silence.

"Seun!" I cried. "Open this door! Let me out! Let me out now! Seun! SEUN!!"

Nothing, no reply.

I screamed like a wild animal and pulled the door knob. I pounded, kicked, scratched, still the door didn't bulge. Filled with hate and blinded with fury, I rushed to the table and pushed everything down. I kicked the table, pulled the mirror down and smashed.

I was mad and on rampage and didn't care. Nothing mattered it me, not when I flung a large piece of the broken mirror at the television, not even when my hands bled from the cuts the broken shards. I pulled and pushed everything I touched, I wanted to destroy everything.

The door was flung open and I saw my husband. The monster.

With a scream I rushed at him with a piece of the broken mirror, intent on cutting his eyes out but was thrown back when his fist met my face. I staggered and fell on the floor, my sight had darkened drastically. But he did not stop there, he rushed after me and punched me, again and again till my mouth was filled with blood. My eyes hurt, my head screamed in pains, I could barely breathe.

He held me down. "Look at what you have done!"

Another punch followed.

"Leave me alone!" I cried as blood ran from my mouth down to my neck. "You monster!"

"Me? A monster?! Me a monster?!" He grabbed my head and struck it on the tiled floor.

I gasped as I felt my head crack, the pain was close to none. I tried to push him away but he punched me again. I was weak.

As I was slowly sucked into darkness, I saw Dikachi smile at me.


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I opened my eyes as I felt something warm touch me. I looked up to see my husband, he had rolled up his sleeves and held a towel. There was a small bucket on the table. I tried to move my arms and noticed something held me to the bedposts, not just my hands but feet too. I was cuffed.

I watched as he soaked the towel in the bucket of water, squeezed it and wiped my bloodied arm. He did it so gently and lovingly that one would doubt that he was the one that he had hit me a while ago. He looked up and caught my gaze.

"Good morning." He said softly with a smile.

I frowned. Was it another morning? I ignored him and turned to the window. I noticed the room was still messed up and the television was damaged.

He continued with what he did.

After a while he was done with my arms, laps and came to my face. He tried to turn my face to him but I refused. I couldn't stand him.

"Oma." He began softly. "Please let's not do this again."

I didn't move, my eyes were glued to Cassie's balcony. How I wished she was around.

"Oma please. Please look at me."

I wished he was dead. I wished I was dead.

"Oma." There was a hint of impatience in his voice.

I turned to look at him and smiled. "Go away."

"Oma don't do this."

"I hate you." I said.

"You don't mean that." He replied with a smile.

"I wish you had died!" I muttered.

"No Oma, you don't. And I don't mind killing more of your boyfriends to prove it to you. You can't do without me."

I frowned. He was sick! I tried to hit him but my hands were restrained. I fell back to bed weakly. "I hate you!"

He squeezed the towel and gently cleaned my face. "No you don't Oma."

I screamed in frustration and tried to bite his hand but he drew back quickly and glared at me. He slapped me hard. "Stop that!"

I screamed again and spat in his face. I was mad, I hated him with so much passion that I couldn't stand him.

He slapped me again. "Stop this!"

I spat on his face again and again and didn't stop till my mouth was dry.

"Oma!" He yelled in anger and grabbed my throat.

I choked as his grip went harder and harder and tried to struggle. "Stop! Seun stop!"

He held on. "I will kill you! I swear I will kill you!"

The restraints made it hard for me to move. "Kill me? What will you tell people?! What will you tell my mother?!"

He stopped and pulled away, first in thought then he smiled sinisterly . "Accidents happen Oma, or don't they?"

I swallowed in fear.


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For two weeks my husband took care of me. He would come in in the morning, afternoon and evening to spoon feed me, and then stay with me through the night to talk. Most times he was the only one that talked while I glared at him, I didn't want to have anything to do with him. I couldn't forgive him for what he had done.

I knew he couldn't keep up to the routine though, he was an impatient man and had other things to do. True to my assumptions, he didn't come in as usual, rather, a familiar face did. One that I could not wait to strangle.

Damilola.

I frowned as she walked in with a tray and stopped few feet from me. She looked at the cuffs that held me, my face, and smirked. "Look who has gone mad."

I eyed her.

She walked closer still, kept the tray on the table and sat beside me. "You look bad, very bad. One could hardly recognize you with these scars on your face! How the mighty have fallen!"

"Get away from me." I warned her and looked away.

"Or else?" She said mockingly.

She touched my hair and I flinched back in anger. "Stay away from me Dami!"

She held my face, her eyes dark and angry. "Just look at you! Look at what you have done to yourself! You brought this upon yourself so don't pour out your anger on me, okay?!"

My eyes shot daggers at her.

"You can hate me all you want." She said with a smile and left my face. "I really don't care how you feel about me anymore. Really, you can burn up in your hate."

I ignored her.

She stared at me for a while and went back to the tray to serve out the food. "You really thought you could eat your cake and have it Oma," she began with a sigh. "I was on my own till you came along and lured me into something which I had thought was beautiful. You changed me, made me feel special, like a woman."

I hissed. I really regretted it.

"Then you changed. You left me and you changed. For who? That crazed woman that does nothing but drink all day. Did u sleep with her? Huh?"

She came closer. "Oma did you sleep with her."

"I don't want to ever see your face again Dami." I muttered. "Else I might do something stupïd. Just go away. I'd rather Bisi attend to me."

She scoffed. "Bisi and Esther are gone. Your husband fired them."

"And he retained you huh? Hope he fücks u nicely, but knowing my husband, I doubt that."

She frowned at me for a while. "You can say anything you want Oma. I did all these things to get back at you. To bring you back to your senses-"

"And at what cost?!" I spat. "A guy is dead because of you!"

She froze. "Your husband told me. But I did not know that would happen! I didn't know you would be so stupïd to try to kill your husband either. Not when I saw you buy the poison, not when you hid it. I had seen you and had hinted your husband about it but saw it as nothing. I was even surprised when he asked me to pour it out and replace it with sweetened water, guess he had seen what I hadn't. He had seen the devil in you."

"Just get out Dami."

She continued as if I had said nothing. "I feel bad for your dead lover. He was dragged into this mess by you, the same you that had started it. You messed everything up."

Her eyes glistened as she reached out and touched my cheek. Her hand felt cold and coarse. "I feel pity for you Oma-"

Out of pure instinct and hatred I bit her hand and held on to it. She screamed and tried to pull away but I held on with all my might. The harder she pulled, the stronger my bite became. I smiled when I tasted blood.

She panicked and slapped me hard. I screamed at her and smiled when she ran back.

"You have gone mad!" She yelled and checked her injured hand. The bite had gone deep and had drawn blood, it looked really gruesome.

I laughed. "That is just a grain of sand compared to what I will do to you when I get my freedom."

Her eyes were filled with fear. "You have gone mad."

I spat blood out of my mouth and eyed her as she ran out from the room.

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I opened my eyes with the feeling that someone stared at me and quickly turned to see Dami. She sat on a chair, which had been pulled close to the bed and observed me. Her injured hand had been bandaged and while the other hand held a towel. I looked away weakly and closed my eyes. My arms and thighs felt numb from being stretched out for too long and I wished could die, die and be relieved of it all.

"How do you do it?" She asked.

I didn't reply but she continued anyway.

"How do you manage to be this determined? You have been cuffed for over two weeks now and you are not broken still. How do you do it? I know I would have died by now if I were in your shoes."

One would think I had slept off.

I heard her stand and opened my eyes to see her walk close. She dipped the towel in a bucket that had been kept on the table beside the bed and squeezed it. "It's bath time."

What she had referred to as a bath was the daily ritual of cleaning my body with a towel my husband had carried out. No one asides him had done it so I was angry when she said she wanted to do it.

"Where is Seun?"

Not that I cared, I had rather he did it instead of her.

"Went out of town. Will be back in four days time."

"Then I will wait. I don't want a bath."

She laughed. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I am serious. Don't touch me."

She stared at me, towel in hand. "What is your problem with me? What did I ever do to you?"

I ignored her.

She came close and dabbed the towel on my face. "You should know that I have forgiven you. I no longer hold a grudge against you and would consider it if you suggest that you come back together."

"Are you mad?!" I shot angrily. How could one be so insensitive and stupïd at the same time?! Here I was angry at her and my husband over the murder of the one guy I had truly loved and there she was with nothing but rubbish to spew.

She looked at me for a while. "Oma, what is done is done. You can't hate me forever."

"Rot in hell."

"And I feel you should be nicer to me since I hold the keys to those cuffs on you. I could give you your freedom."

"I would rather stay here, cuffed to this bed and punched a thousand times by Seun than warm up to you. You are an evil selfish bïtch that should be stabbed right in the heart and burned!-"

"Oma!"

"-and I swear that I would do just that once I am out of here!-"

She threw the towel at me. "Stop this! Stop! I am trying to make things right between us!"

"Fùck you."

"Oma, you can't continue like this! I know you despise your husband and wants your freedom! I can give you that, I can give you that and more-"

"Leave me alone."

"Oma I love you!"

If my hands had been free, I would have choked her to death. "Get away from me!"

"Oma-"

"I hate you! I hate everything about you!" I cried as I thought of Dikachi. "You made me lose the one person I loved the most! The one person that mattered to me! You and Seun! You two are murderers! Murderers!"

She sighed. "I will give you time to think about it. I could help you get back at Seun, I could give you your freedom. I just beg that you don't hate me anymore."

I broke down in tears as memories of the one guy I had ever loved filled my head.

She picked the towel from me and left the room with the bucket.