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Lolaabokoku:
Where is Twaci?

Right here

Happy Sunday!

henrimoto:
Twaci.

You are a good writer. You are also good with the way you arrange words for better understanding but you need to work on your IMAGINATION!

Your Imagination is going off track, it could the story uninteresting to many readers even with the sex scene that is suppose to hold readers.

We know the story is a ficticious one but when more of the pictures in the write up becomes unrealistic, it could stop the interest of more readers to read further.

That been said, lets see how it goes.

Weldone, you write well.

Noted! Thanks for the review. Will work harder on my imagination

ellacute45:
it deserves to be on front page

Thanks dear

Happy Sunday!

Front page!

oboy!

I was broken. I felt like a rag doll that had been tossed and pulled in awkward directions and left in the middle of the road to be crushed and destroyed by cars. I wanted to scream, pull my hair and let out a heart wrenching scream that would break down the walls around me. I drew up my knees to my chest and rocked myself slowly as I recounted all that had happened, scene after scene, the hurt and the pain.

The door opened and I looked up to see Esther slowly enter and close the door behind her. She looked confused with her hands behind her back and her sad eyes glued to mine. She came closer, sat beside me and said nothing, just stared back with clouded eyes. She looked close to tears.

"Good morning." I muttered shakily.

She nodded and looked around the room. "Where is your gown?"

I ignored the pain in her voice and looked at myself. I was still nàked, the bruises on my pale skin were quite visible. "I don't know."

She turned back to me, her brown eyes asked what she couldn't. They asked if I was okay, how l had survived it, if I was hurt...

I looked away and stared at my feet, though I was the victim, it felt as if she was the one in greater pain.

"Do you want your mother?"

I frowned and faced her. My mother? Why would she ask that? What was my mother going to do? What has she ever done if not make my life miserable? Why my mother?!... I felt my eyes well up in tears and tried to blink them back but they ended up running down my cheeks. God knew I hated my mother, I wished she had not birthed me, I wished I was not even born! I loved my mother so much but hated her just as much. It was a sad and sickening feeling that clawed at my heart.

I drew my knees closer and shook my head. "No. I don't want my mother, I want to be alone."

She nodded, stood up and left the room without a word.

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A week went by and I had not seen my husband. He had sent in a nurse who had attended to my cuts and administered medications to help with the pains and passed whatever message he had through the maids. I nurtured the thought that he was ashamed of his actions and was scared to see my face and that made me feel better.

I was further elated when the maid came in one afternoon to present gifts from my husband. These gifts included a breathtaking sky blue dress, a box of a beautiful pair of red shoes and a gold plated phone, Samsung S6 plus, the pack had said - I had always wanted a phone!

As I unwrapped the gifts I felt the warmth of my husband's love and yearned for him once more. I was glad he was remorseful and the gifts did more than convinced me to forgive him.

"Wow!" Damilola exclaimed as I admired the phone. "The phone is fine. Looks like glass!"

Damilola had replaced Esther who never came to my room since that day I told her I had wanted to be alone. I knew not why she stopped and when I had asked Damilola, the girl said she didn't know. Though I missed her, Damilola made a good companion, a chatty one at that.

"My husband gave you these?" I asked again.

She smiled knowingly. "Yes. He is downstairs, in his study. You should go see him you know."

I looked at the gifts, the giddy maid and then the door. I had never left the room since I got into the house. Why? I didn't know, I guess I felt better in the privacy of the room and there was nothing I needed that wasn't brought to me. Moreover, the injuries from the past incident had left me bedridden.

I eyed the gifts again. They seemed like the perfect excuse.

I came down from the bed and smiled. "Okay Dami, you are crazy but you are right. I should go down to see him."

"Yes!" She pumped her fist in the air. "You should change then."

"I should?" My shirt and shorts seemed quite okay to me and I saw no reason to over dress.

"Aww come on! That shirt is just too plain! Your shorts looks like it has been peed on-"

"It just water that-"

"I know, I know. But still looks like pïss to me. You should wear something more feminine, like a skirt or a gown- oh! I know!"

She ran to the closet and pulled out a short yellow gown. "Try this."

Just to go downstairs? I wondered and took the gown from her, "This feels a bit-"

"It's okay! Will bring out your shape sef," she smiled suggestively.

I sighed, the girl could argue! "Okay."

She was right, I thought as I admired myself in the mirror. The gown stuck to my body like a second skin, really detailed my curves and showed off my long straight legs perfectly. I loved it.

"Beautiful! Just beautiful." Damilola cooed excitedly.

"Thank you," I replied with a smile and held my hair back. "Hair up or down?"

"Down! Hair down! You look like a goddess. You are very beautiful, like those oyinbo girls."

I laughed. I really did look like them with my naturally soft pink lips and long eyelashes that complimented my fair skin that had gotten more glow since I got married.

I wanted to dance, Damilola's excitement had gotten to me.

Seun wouldn't know what hit him, I thought as I made for the door.

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"Come in."

My heart pounded as I opened the door slowly. "Good even-"

I stopped as the door opened fully and I saw my husband behind a big glass table, bent over a book. He looked up and my breath froze. Those lips...

I closed the door behind me. "Um-good evening. I- I just wanted to-"

He stood with a smile. It was a very gorgeous smile, one that revealed his perfectly white teeth and made him all the more irresistible. If my heart had gone any faster, I could have died of a heart attack. He looked so good with the black t-shirt that hugged every part of him and those black jeans - they should be banned! Though he looked very tired, he was breathtaking.

"I-sorry for disturbing- I - I - I just - the gifts - Dami brought them and I - I thought that I s-should - um - I should -" God! I so wanted to slap myself hard. I couldn't stop stuttering like a fool.

He crossed over to me and swept me up into his arms. It had happened so fast and was so unexpected. His chest felt really nice! How could he be so built and hot?! I wondered. How old was this guy again?!

He kissed me passionately and I felt the blue flame of desire burn within me. I was breathless with want, it felt as if I melted in his arms.

"You look beautiful." He whispered in my ear as he broke the kiss. I shivered, whatever he said made no sense to me neither did it matter to me. All I had taken in was his voice, and that coupled with his breath on my neck was all I needed to go crazy.

For the first time in my life, I threw caution to the wind and initiated a kiss. I held his head down to my face and dove in with such ferocity that made my body tremble. I pushed my tongue in to toy with his and moaned when he gently bit my lower lip. He groaned when he heard me moan, it was as if it had empowered him.

I gasped when I felt the cold surface of glass behind me and opened my eyes to see that we were at the table. He laid me gently on the table, his eyes never left mine for a minute and stretched on me. He kissed my forehead, face, neck, collarbone and bit my nipples which had hardened under the gown.

"Seun!" I moaned in want as my eyes flickered shut.

"Yes baby." He whispered, "What do you want?"

I knew what I wanted but couldn't put them in words. There was no way to explain it, no way to describe it to him. Simply put, I wanted him.

He chuckled and bit my nipples again, it was pure torment. I could feel his tongue on my breasts but still couldn't. I wanted to rip the gown apart to give him full access.

"What do u want Oma?" He asked again as his fingers moved between my thighs.

"You," I moaned.

"Louder Oma. What do you want?"

"I want YOU!" I exclaimed as i felt his fingers dive into my wetcore. "God Seun I want you! I want this!"

That was all he needed. With a growl he ripped the gown in two as if it was made from a flimsy material, pulled me up to unbuckle and pull my bra and next went my panties. I tried to help him with his belt but my hands were shaky, so he pushed them away and undressed himself and we were back on the table clawing and groaning like wild animals.

Without further invitation, he pushed into me and I cried in pleasure. He felt so good, perfect even and I felt complete. He grabbed my breasts, pulled out and drove deeper. It was rough but I did not care, he was my husband and that was all that mattered.

"Seun! Yes!" I screamed in pleasure as he moved within me, his hands now on my neck.

I was oblivious to everything around me. This was what I wanted and had no regrets. Fück my mother, fück Obinna, this was me and was all I cared about.

Nothing felt more wonderful, well that was until his grip on my neck tightened uncomfortably. The passion was there but I could not breathe. I tried to remove his hands but he tightened them the more and just kept thrusting.

"Wait-I-I-I can't breathe!" I choked and tried to pull his hand. My husband didn't care. I tried to move but the more I wiggled, the harder the grip became and before I knew it, I struggled for my life.

"Se-Seun!" I gasped and clawed at his fingers.

He struck me hard with a fist and I lost my sight temporarily. "Shut up! I know you like this!"

This was real! I realized. My husband wanted to kill me. I tried to fight but he struck me yet again and bruised my lip. I took a deep breath and screamed. I screamed so hard because my life actually did depended on it. At least the maids will hear, I thought.

"SHUT UP!" Seun yelled, raised my head and struck it on the table.

I felt a crack, whether it was in my head or on the table, I had no idea but my husband didn't stop. I was no longer wet but he didn't really care, the sëx was painful.

"You like being punched yeah? Yeah?" He ranted like a maniac.

I was weak. "No please! Please!"

He punched me in the stomach and I doubled over but he just pushed me right back to the table and fücked harder. His hands went back to my neck but I had no more strength to fight. I was dying and there was nothing I could do.

My husband's face was the last thing I saw before darkness embraced me. He was indeed a handsome devil.

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Sadomasochism is the giving or receiving of pleasure from acts involving the receipt or infliction of pain or humiliation. Practitioners of sadomasochism may seek sexual gratification from their acts. While the terms sadist and masochist refer respectively to one who enjoys giving or receiving pain, practitioners of sadomasochism may switch between activity and passivity.

It had taken a month but I had finally found out what was wrong with my husband. Damilola had taught me how to use my phone and with the help of Google, I made this discovery. I scrolled down and saw an illustration of the said act. It depicted a man who flogged the bare buttocks of an unclad woman who was chained to the wall. The picture reminded me of my husband with a belt and though I cringed at that thought of a reoccurrence, I felt my stomach tingle. I clicked the IMAGES tab and watched as the page opened to reveal more pictures and illustrations of Sadomasochism.


The pictures fascinated me. How could people derive pleasure from these? I thought. And the women, none of them seemed to be in pain, rather they looked like they enjoyed it. Was this what my husband expected of me? I continued with the pictures till I came across one that caught my eyes. In the picture it wasn't a man and a woman but a woman and another woman...I felt my stomach tingle again. One of the women had been tied down to a bed while the other pushed something between her legs. They looked like they enjoyed it, none of them were in pain of any sort.

A woman and another woman? Just how normal was that? I thought and zoomed the picture. Wow! They looked washed with pleasure and were truly happy. Was that possible for me?

I touched myself. Just by looking I was turned on and was wet. I knew it was strange, I mean, I was supposed to be repulsed by the picture but that really wasn't the case. I clicked on the "RELATED PICTURES" tab and was plunged into the world of hardcore lesbïanism. There were different women in different positions and every picture I flipped to ignited more fires. I pushed my fingers into me and bit my lower lip...it really felt good.

Okay here was the problem. I had never ever reached the heights of ultimate pleasure. Yes my husband knew how to burn me over with passion and want but once he turned to the sado-beast, my desires would crash and all that I would be washed with would be pain. He had started an insatiable fire in me but did nothing to feed it and it made me desperate. Yes my fingers felt nice within me but I wanted it all, I wanted to feel like those women in the pictures.

I quickly typed in "Videos of women having sëx with other women" in the search bar, Damilola had told me that there was nothing I couldn't find on Google and I wanted to see if she was right. My heart beat faster as I saw the results, she was right. I clicked on one of the links and was redirected to another site where I found videos of more nakëd women and watched with building excitement as i played one. The women were really into it and-

The door flew open and my husband came in. I dropped my phone, removed my other hand from my undies slowly and pushed my phone under the blanket that covered me. "Good afternoon."

"How are you?"

After the incident in his study, he had rushed me to a hospital and the doctor had advised him that I stayed away from extraneous activities and more fights - he had told the doctor that I had gotten into a fight with a neighbor. She said my head had suffered a minor fracture and that I was really stressed. Well my husband obeyed her instructions and stayed away from me completely. He rarely came in to see me, it seemed he had another room in the house but still sent flower gifts to me every now and then. A month had passed and he still stayed away, not that I complained anyway.

"I am fine." I replied. "Going out?"

It was a Saturday afternoon and he was in a suit.

"Yeah, actually I am going on a business trip to London."

My eyes widened. "You are traveling out? Wh-when - how long will you be gone?"

"Three weeks at most."

"Three weeks?" I repeated with a frown. My husband was going to be away for three weeks and I didn't know if I should be happy or sad.

He laughed and sat on the bed. "Hey don't look so forlorn. It's just three weeks and I will be touch. You have your phone and- where is your phone?"

I looked away. "I- I - I gave it to Damilola to um charge -"

He arched a brow but nodded. "Okay, but you do realize that you can always charge it here. There is an outlet beside the bed-"

I turned stupidly to look for the outlet which I well knew was there. "Is there? Oh yeah, okay I - I will start charging here."

"That's good and about the trip, I will always call you. You won't feel alone. Okay?"

"Okay."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Take care. Got to go else I will miss my flight."

I nodded with a soft smile. "I will miss you."

"You too darl."

He blew me a kiss and left the room.

I fell back on the bed with a sigh and reached for my phone.

losprince:
I always knew you would write someday...

I am enjoying this the story not the seun and obinna thingy I liked the twist to the last update good work twaci!

daveP:

Belt ke?
Descriptive power..... Adichie-style.

ChikeAndrew:
just when I thought I knew where the story was headed...... she gives it another twist.

Tiny23:
good one,pls update o...enjoying the story

Thank you very much guys

I appreciate your reviews

bibijay123:
Thank you for the mention , Twaci carry go!

Thanks dear!

D9ty7:
Good job you have going here, but in my opinion, you for try push the age reach 18...
But what do I know? You are the author, only you know where the story is heading.

Yeah, I am considering same. Let's see na...

Thanks for your review

Aderola15:
Uncle Seun, pls take it easy biko . Good job Twaci

Thanks dear

Smellymouth:
Chaii.. I just came outta the mosque and I am on this thread..

Twaci, biko Akant epp it..

Nice one...

Following..

Thanks dear

[quote author=shumuel post=49994726][/quote]You'd better...For your own good

naijamakossa:
chai chineke mee

seun is a mad dog oooo

umalicha sorry I pity u,ur mom has sold u out to a beast,,twaci I dey ur back carry dey go,Abegi don't forget to mention me

annniky

Sure dear. Thanks

shumuel:
@bolded, Ladies ! Can never understand them.

what can I say?

Anyways, Nice one Twaci am ''Followed'' but why Seun come be the name of the bad guy now, are you sure you want to make FP ? Oma is quite unfortunate ;( well lets see how it goes and end

I don't know oh! The name just stuck and none sounded better for that particular character. No offense to Seun

Tiny23
Smellymouth
Davep
Kannymoore
Diddyydiva
Donpoker

skarlett:
Hmmmmn 50 Shades of Grey comes to mind, still following bibijay123 come and see o

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And try mentioning us individually, i didnt get your mention

I know right?! Thanks dear.

@bolded I had no idea

Cc
Laveda
Slimzjoe
ChikeAndrew
Safarigirl
Naijamakossa

Laveda:

She's only 14, Obinna should go easy.

Slimzjoe:
Let me Register my Presence

ChikeAndrew:
following..... am sure am nt late

safarigirl:
very lovely story dear. You captured first person POV brilliantly

skarlett:
Wetin we no go see for nairaland, I thought ashewo.boy was the height

naijamakossa:
nice one twaci
Abeg fire dey go
but igbo women and money be like Romeo and Juliet

Tiny23:
This is gonna be interesting

Smellymouth:
I was erre..
No trespassing..
And beware of my driver ==> JESUSBOIY

daveP:
despite Missmossy's systematic constancy on sharing literature section stories, I think I've found just what would make me come back to read stories.....
(gets new jotter.attempts to jot thing or two; munches)

Diddyydiva:
Following.......

skarlett:
This is wonderful Tracy.
In the voice of Mama Oma, "i dey follow you bumper to bumper"

kannymoore:
Hmmmm....
Impressive stuff.
...following..

JeffreyJamez:
This promises to be interesting..
(chills in the nearest dark spot)

Donpoker9:
ride on...

Laveda:
I'll love this!
Ride on Twaci

ashewoboy:
You write? Wow! Good to know.

Thanks guys

I really appreciate this

Good morning.

I woke up to realize that I was still alone. The room had brightened up better since it was morning and I noticed things that I had not seen the night before, like the glass doors that led out to the balcony hidden behind the curtains, the beautiful flower vase that stood beside the bed, the very big television that hung on the wall, a framed picture of my husband...he looked quite formidable in that suit, I thought.

I also noticed that someone had changed my clothing, from the shorts to the gown and the bathroom had been tidied up. Someone must have really worked hard while I slept. Where was my husband? And why didn't he wake me when he came in?

Just then the elderly woman I had met yesterday came in, she carried a tray and smiled when she saw me.

"Good morning ma." I greeted as I sat up fully.

Her smile widened. She placed the tray on the table close to the bed, "Please, don't call me 'ma'. I am Esther. How was your night?"

"Fine." I actually didn't remember and felt 'fine' covered it.

"That's good. I brought you something to start the day with, a very light breakfast. The main course will be up by ten, is that okay by you?"

I liked the sound of her voice and her smile was truly beautiful. "Thank you ma-"

"Esther, call me Esther."

"Aunty Esther-"

"No, just Esther. Oga wouldn't be pleased if you add these titles to my name. Just call me Esther."

I nodded. I wasn't just used to that.

"My husband, where is he?"

She poured out a cup of tea and handed it to me. "He has gone to work."

The tea was hot so I rested it on the cup saucer. "When will he come back?"

"By five in the evening, six at most. Do you want jam on your bread?"

I shook my head. I really didn't feel like eating anything that early, I was used to eating brunch back at home and anything other than that was strange to my system.

My husband had gone to work without goodbyes, I thought, and with a shrug dismissed the thought, it could be that he had to leave very early. I tried the tea again and looked up at Esther, and noticed she studied me. She had probably wondered why I had rushed into the marriage at that age.

After that breakfast, Esther sent in Bisi, the girl from yesterday, to help me bathe and dress up. Bisi was quite patient, led me through the use of the strange devices, introduced me to my cosmetics and showed me my closet - yes, I had mine.

The rest of the morning was uneventful, never went down for anything - they were all served to me. Later on in the day, a beautician came and changed my hairdo from the braids I had used for the wedding to a much prettier hair that looked like a natural - Peruvian hair- that was what the beautician called it. Then she made my nails and eyebrows too. The end picture was amazing, I looked different.

In no time it was five and I awaited the return of my husband. It was funny but I missed him and really wanted to show off my new hair. I wanted to see him smile.

He came in by seven, while I watched the television. Didn't knock, just opened and walked right in. He smiled when he saw me.

"G-good evening sir." His smile made me uneasy.

He didn't reply, just closed the door behind him, dropped his suitcase on the floor and climbed the bed. Before I could say or do anything, he pulled me close and kissed me.

The kiss threw me off balance. It was hard and passionate and spelt nothing but hard driven desire. He pushed me to the bed and took the kiss deeper as his hands drove into my hair to push my head closer. God! I loved the way he bit down on my lower lip, and with his tongue, tasted and teased me to madness. Everything happened so fast and I couldn't help but moan as his hand left my hair to trace a path down my chest and cupped my breast.

I burned up as the fire of desire seared me from the inside and formed a warm wetness between my legs. Everything was gone, the fear, the conservativeness, the uncertainty...all I wanted was this man and I didn't care how shameless it made me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck in pure instinct and nudged him closer. I wanted more.

Just then he stopped and pulled away slowly, his eyes glued to mine. I frowned, what happened? What did I do?

"Have you had dinner?"

I was disoriented by his question. "W-what?"

"Have you had dinner?" He repeated slowly.

Have I? I thought. Rice and plantain came to mind. "Yes, yes I have."

He nodded. "Good. Change into something nice. I will be with you S oon."

Wait, where was he going? I thought in despair as he left the bed. "But-"

"I will be right back." He assured with a smile and left the room.

What-? Why-? Where-?

I sat back into the bed totally lost in thoughts.

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When he came back, I did not know because I was fast asleep. His gentle touch on my face literally brought me back to life and I smiled when I saw him. He was really a pleasant sight to my eyes.

"Where did you go?" I said softly and sat up. I noticed he had changed into his shorts and looked quite fresh.

"I went to eat." He replied as he ran his fingers down my cheek. "You were fast asleep when I came in and I went ahead to freshen up. You missed me."

It wasn't a question but I nodded anyway.

His eyes bored into my soul. "Are you ready for this?"

Was I?

I realized that too wasn't a question when he came closer without waiting for a reply and kissed me. This one was different from the first, it was far gentle and more passionate and told a story of bliss.

I was turned on. The slowness of this kiss burned faster and hotter and had me begging for more. I was weakened by this man, by his lips and the way his skilled hands touched every part of me. He had my heart. Without breaking the kiss, he knelt before me, raised me up in the same stance and pulled me closer to him. I felt his erectïon on my stomach and my mind flashed back to Obinna. I tried to move back but his oh-so-wonderful hands held me to his body and caressed my back. The feel of the silk gown rubbing between his hands and my skin ignited more fires but I wanted more. I was Oliver Twist.

I tried to pull the straps of the gown down my shoulder but he stopped me. "I will do it myself."

And he did, but with his teeth. He pushed me back gently on the bed and slowly teased the gown down my chest, my stomach, I grasped in bewildered pleasure when his teeth scraped my navel. He smiled and looked at me. "Do you like that?"

I couldn't say anything, I was out of breath.

He chuckled and continued. With his teeth, he dragged the gown down, past my waist, hips and off my body. Then he kissed his way back up again. Up my feet, calf, knees, till he got to my thighs. I shivered when I felt him go inside my thighs...what was he doing?!

I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down, "Stay," he said.

Stay?! How would he ask me to stay?! What was he up to? Did he realize that he was going down to my-

"Stop wiggling like a worm and enjoy this. You will love it."

I wasn't so sure of that but I obeyed anyway - he was my husband and that was all that mattered. I laid back and closed my eyes as he went back to my thighs and started kissing again, this time, he made it wet. I felt my thighs tremble as he went deeper and as he kissed my femalecore, I froze.

The feeling, it was divine, unexplainable. His breath on my wet core sent shivers down my spine and made me gasp, not just in shock, but in pleasure. Then I felt his tongue dive into me and couldn't help it, couldn't control the loud moan that escaped my lips. The way his tongue tasted and teased, I was sure I was going to burst but I didn't want him to stop. He was right, I liked it. My body trembled and was out of my control as he buried his head deeper and sucked harder. I pushed closer, I wanted him deeper, the way his tongue made circles in me made me wilder and bolder. I wrapped my laps round his neck and pulled him closer as I felt my body spasm lightly. I felt something like an earthquake build up right from my stomach, it's tremors frightened me but I didn't want it to stop, I wanted whatever it was. All of it.

When my husband stopped and sat up I almost cried out. What now?!

He replaced his tongue with his fingers and probed me gently. "You are ready."

"Yes!" I cried out frantically. "Yes please!"

He laughed. It was cocky but seductive and it made me crazy. Next he went down from the bed, to the closet and brought out something that looked like a belt. "Turn over."

I felt my stomach contract. What was he up to?

"You will like it. Come on, turn over."

Slowly I turned, my heart faster than a piston.

"Good girl."

Before I could smile in acknowledgement of the praise, I heard the belt fly and hit my buttocks with full force. I screamed in fear and shock and turned over to look at my husband. What did I do?!

"Turn over before I hit your face!"

He didn't stop. He flogged harder as I tried to run, didn't stop at any point.

I cried, no longer in pain but in fear. The man before me was not my once gentle husband, in just few minutes he had transformed to a beast and didn't care that I was hurt. The lashes had left cuts on my skin and I bled all over. He still didn't stop. I jumped out of the bed, to the floor and made to run but he grabbed me and pushed me back on the bed, face down. "Stay put goddamnit!"

"Please stop! Please!" I cried and tried to wiggle away from his hold. I wanted to look at his face, to ask what I had done wrong.

"Stop moving!" He yelled and slapped my already reddened buttocks. "Are you deaf?!"

"Nooooo! Please no!"

"You defiant bitch!" He held my neck from the back and tried to choke me. "Listen to me when I tell you to do something!"

I was weak and out of breath, could do nothing but choke on my own tears. I cried harder as I felt his knees nudge my legs open, It was as if I was with Obinna all over again in that bathroom. But this was supposed to be different, this was my husband!

He held my hands above my head and propped my waist up. I felt his fingers go back roughly into my vagïna, it felt painful this time.

"You are ready." He muttered and pushed his engorged penïs between my thighs.

I didn't scream this time, I cried into the bed as he fvcked me.

Chapter Two

What followed after the visit was like a movie. The engagement, introduction, wedding, all these happened so fast and it felt like it was someone else's life while I was just a spectator.

The wedding was quite a big one, those one-in-town weddings you would see only on TV. There were food in abundance, gifts, music, I was the envy of every girl - my friends inclusive.

Everyone was happy for me, neighbors, family members, people I never even knew they existed showed up for the wedding. Obinna came too but he avoided me all through and rarely spoke to my mum. The idïot.

The wedding ended all too soon and next thing I knew, I was at the back seat of this very big and beautiful car with my husband, waving goodbyes to everyone.

As the car sped off and left my village, I sat back and turned to my husband. He was on the phone.

He had been a complete gentleman since the day we met and had done nothing but pamper and treat me like a princess. He had never brought up the issue of sex as it seemed he wanted to wait till after the wedding.

He looked up and caught me staring and I looked away quickly to face the window. I was sure he smiled.

The wedding was done.

What next?

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I was awoken by a gentle tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see an elderly woman bending above me with a smile. I sat up with a frown and looked around. Where were we? I turned to look at my husband only to realize he was gone. I panicked.

"Ma, Oga is inside already." The woman explained as if she'd read my mind. "He said I should come take you inside."

I sighed. We were home.

I nodded and followed her out of the car to meet two younger girls that smiled at me. "Good evening." I said to them.

"Good evening ma," they chorused.

Though I was too tired to note the beauty of the house I stood before, the brightness of the compound awed me. It looked like a palace.

The older woman led the way in the house, up a stairway and then a corridor. Then I was fully awake and took in the mastery of which the house was constructed and furnished. It was a masterpiece, nothing I had ever seen before, even the king's palace back at the village could not compare to it. There were beautiful paintings on the walls, beautiful matching curtains at each window, the tiled floor gleamed like jewels....It was like heaven.

The woman led me to a door and opened it. "Your room ma."

Completely dazed, I looked into the room. It was far bigger than the house back at the village and far too divine. I walked slowly into the room and looked around. I was speechless.

"The toilet is over there," the woman continued, "And that's the closet should you want to change after freshening up-"

"Where is my husband?" I asked.

"He said that he would meet you later on." She replied simply.

"Is he downstairs?"

"Yes ma."

I nodded. "Thank you."

"Bisi will bring you dinner in 30 minutes," the woman said and turned to point at one of the girls I had met downstairs. I didn't know they had followed us. "And Damilola will clean up when you are done. Would there be anything else you would be needing?"

Would there? I shook my head and the woman smiled.

"You are welcome once again."

"Thank you."

She turned and walked away with the girls behind her and I was left alone.

It didn't take me up to twenty minutes to ruin the bathroom. The bathtub had been quite slippery, had burnt myself when I switched on the wrong tap, the bathroom floor was wet, the shower head was ruined....everything was messed up. Couldn't even find a rag to clean up!

After the funny bath, I went back to the room and to the closet to find what to wear. After much digging around, I found a short and a big shirt. It was something. I wore them quickly and pushed the clothes back in the closet. I wasn't really the orderly type of girl.

True to the woman's words, one of the girls, Bisi, I think, knocked and entered to place a tray of covered plates on the table close to the bed. I could see she had noticed the mess I made in the bathroom which I had left open and tried not to look embarrassed. I went over to the table and sat on the bed.

She stared at me with a ridiculous expression.

"What?" I asked softly and looked at myself

"Those are oga's underwears." She said with a smile.

I could tell she wanted to laugh.

"Oh." No wonder they were quite big. "I didn't know."

She nodded and opened the covered plates to reveal boiled yam and egg sauce. "Eat, let me find something for you to wear."

"Okay." I couldn't have agreed more.

She dished the food out in a smaller plate and handed it to me. While I ate, she walked over to the closet and opened it...I looked away.

She ignored the mess I had made and sorted the clothes out and came back with a short red gown. It was silky and beautiful. I liked it.

"Thank you." I said as she placed the gown beside me.

She nodded with a smile.

She waited till I finished and packed the plates back on the tray. As she made to go out, I thought of something.

"Sorry, aunty Bisi," she turned with arched brows. "My husband, how long have you worked for him?"

She seemed shocked by my question. "Um-two, two years."

" D-do you know why my husband is remarrying?"

She looked at me for a while with a confused expression. "No, he's never been married."

Now I was shocked. "No first wife?"

"No. You are his first wife."

I guess I must have stayed silent for long because next she said was, "If that's all ma, I would like to go back to work."

I nodded. "Thank you very much. I am grateful."

"It's nothing." She said and walked out of the room.

I was confused. My husband seemed like one of those men that got whatever they wanted, be it money or any kind of house, car, food and even women. What he wanted from a young girl like me, I did not know.

I lay back on the bed and looked up to see that the ceiling was made of mirror. It seemed odd and fascinating at the same time but I was more drawn to the girl reflected in the mirror.

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Time had passed and I still couldn't get what Obinna did to me out of my head. Within that course of time, I had hated him and wished him dead. He was despicable and wasn't fit to be alive, I thought.

But then as time went on, I caught myself fantasizing about it. What if he had been gentle? Would I have enjoyed it? Why do I always feel warm down there anytime I think about it? And my fingers, they now had better access in and always had me vibrating anytime I pushed them a little bit further....

What has Obinna done to me?

Well one Saturday, I was at the backyard washing when I heard my mum call for me. I answered, only for her to come to me and urged me to follow her inside the house.

"You have an important visitor", she said.

I quickly reached out for a dirty shirt to cover up since I had nothing on but a wrapper tied to my chest but she stopped me and said I looked better with just the wrapper on.

I was perplexed. Who was it? Why was mama smiling that way?

I followed her like a sheep led to its slaughter, in the house and stopped at the door way when I saw that there were men in the room. I moved back a bit.

"Oga na she be that". My mother said with a smile.

I was scared, confused and angry. What was going on? And who was the "Oga" she referred to?

Then he stood up.

I turned to him and felt my heart stop. He was very good looking. That formidable kind that makes you aware of your sensuality. His hair had strands of grey but they were neatly cut to compliment his well defined face. And his lips, firm but inviting and my fingers ached to touch them and confirm if they could be soft. His eyes, oh! his beautiful eyes held me spellbound, I was glued to the spot, senseless and speechless. Just by looking at him, I felt warm and cold and just wanted to disappear.

He moved close and I stepped back. He arched a brow with a slow smile. God! I couldn't breathe. He was like a demigod. He moved closer still but as I made to go back again, he said, "Stop!."

I was sure it wasn't a request. The tough baritone of his voice killed whatever thoughts I had of running away and held me captive. It was as if he'd compelled me.

He got close to me with sure but slower steps till he stood an inch away from me and nodded in approval. His smile grew wider as his eyes left mine and went to my lips, my hair, my breasts...God, I felt naked!

I resisted the urge to cross my arms on my chest and cleared my throat. That brought his attention back to my face. He smiled.

"I am Seun. What's your name?"

His voice! Oh! his voice!

"O-omalicha". I tried looking everywhere else but his eyes.

"Omalicha, that's a beautiful name. I will call you Oma." He raised his hand to my face and gently touched my cheek. "You are very beautiful. Do you know that?"

What do I know? I shook my head.

He laughed. It was deep, throaty, different. "Naive little girl. I like you."

He turned to face my mother who had observed us along with Mr. David. "I like her."

My mother smiled in joy and winked at me. I looked away.

He turned back to me. "I like you, and will marry you."

That wasn't a request either.

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I sat at the corridor in tears. The monster had gone after he had had his way. The evening was cold and mosquitos bit me but I didn't care. I wanted my mother.

I didn't understand what had happened that afternoon but I knew it was bad and I felt assaulted. I hugged my bosoms, ignored the pain and cried much more. Where was my mother?

"Omalicha?"

I jumped up. "Mama! Mama!" I ran into her with full force but was completely thrown off balance when she pushed me back.

"What is it?! You wan fall me?!"

I bit my lower lip and more tears rolled down my eyes as I shook my head. "Sorry ma."

"Ha! Na wa oh!" She walked past me and entered the house.

I could feel my chest expand and burst open in a million tears. I was distraught. I wanted my mom and here she was but there was no comfort. She didn't care. Didn't even notice.

Funny enough, my tears dried up. I had pushed the pains so deep that it no longer affected me. The hurt was gone to be replaced with a weird calmness and sudden emptiness. I sniffed, wiped my face with my palms and went inside to meet my mother.

She was on the bed and was engrossed in the money she was counting. She didn't look up when I entered. I crossed over to the bed and climbed on it gently as my vagina still hurt. As I made to cover myself, she looked up. "Na sleep be that? You no go give me food?"

I didn't even look at her. "I no cook."

"Why na? You no sell?"

"I carry the money pay Iya Biodun. She been dey complain say-"

"But why na? I send you? You for carry that money cook food you come dey do oversabi! I send you?"

I ignored her totally.

She sighed. "No wahala. Dey do your own. I wan talk to you sha."

I stayed mute.

"You dey hear me so?!" She yelled and I stood up grudgingly.

"Yes ma."

She sighed again and pushed the money she held in her bag, then turned to face me. "You get boyfriend?"

I was shocked by her question but then was too tired to express it. I didn't move at all. "No."

"Good." She said with a smile and dusted something off her lap, something she always did whenever she wanted to talk. "Because e get something wey I want make you do for me. I just go see Oga David, you remember that my friend abi?"

I nodded. David was one of her numerous friends that gave us money to feed sometimes. I didn't really know their level of friendship...but he was her friend and that's all I wanted to know.

"Well," she continued, "He tell me say e get one man wey wan marry. And the man talk say na small fine girl like you e dey find."

My mom wanted to marry me off. I stared. That was all I could do. I had no strength to display any form of emotion be it shock or anger. I badly wanted to cry but couldn't, the tears were all gone.

My silence didn't deter her.

"See ehen, the man get plenty money and he go take good care of you and me. He go fit send u to school and open shop for me-"

"I am not interested. I won't marry him."

I didn't know if it was my English or my answer that shocked her but it was clearly written on her face. She quickly caught herself and stared at me in what looked like disgust. "Wetin be all these shakara?! Wetin dey do you?! Ehen?!"

No reply.

"Heh! This girl wan kill me oh!" She burst into tears in her usual dramatic fashion. "So you like as we dey suffer abi?! Ehen Oma! Answer me!"

I looked at her squarely but said nothing.

"You no go talk now?! This useless girl you no go open your stupid mouth answer me abi?! Ha! If only your father was alive!-"

I stood up. That was all I could take. My father was a very sore subject for me, especially when it came to my mum. I got back on the bed, ignored the pains in my vagîna and faced the wall.

My mother still ranted. "...you don get liver abi?! I dey talk you dey waka comot! You don dey craze for head abi! See ehn, whether you like am or not, you must marry that man! You no go kill me! Na me born you! You no get strong head pass me! You must marry that man-"

I closed my eyes and wished for death.

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Chapter one

Knock - knock!

I sighed and waited patiently though my foot tapped in opposite. The sun was hot and it felt as if my brain juice had dried up, all I yearned for was a cold cup of water but that wasn't possible as whoever was inside seemed to take their time in getting the door.

Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! I rapped on the door angrily this time and shifted my heavy selling tray to the other hand, it was quite uncomfortable to hold the wrapper I had used as support for the tray in the same hand. I had complained about the heaviness of the tray to my mum but all fell on deaf ears as she insisted that she had no money. That was all she ever complained about - money. No matter what I did or how much I made from the groundnuts I sold, she was never satisfied. Whatever she used the money for, I had no idea and didn't care. I had promised to take care of her when my dad died...long story.

Knock! Knock!!-

"I dey come!."

I frowned. That wasn't my mum. The voice was quite familiar though, sounded a lot like my mother's younger brother, Obinna. Creepy Obinna was what I called him and never really liked him. He was a tall and lanky 20 years old with a bad breath and pale skin. His eyes always had dark circles under them and the beard he kept was quite dirty and nauseating. He always had this strange smell around him and smiled in a disgusting way whenever he saw me.

What was he doing there?

He opened the door and smiled. Creepy.

"Good afternoon brother," I muttered and pushed past him into the dimly litted one room apartment. Where was mama?

I dropped the tray behind the door, walked over to the water drum and fetched a cup of water.

While I drank, Obinna, who had long observed me from the door, closed it and walked to the bed. "How market?"

"Fine." I replied and wiped my face with the wrapper I still held. I really didn't want to talk. I was tired and needed to bathe.

He picked up his phone and I turned to change. I was quite aware he stared but didn't care. He was always staring and it meant nothing to me. I was 16 years old and purely innocent and really knew nothing of boys or men.

I pulled my top, my back to him and tied the wrapper I had been holding on my chest. Next I pulled my skirt and let it ride down my hips till it hit the floor. When I bent to pick it up, I heard Obinna clear his throat.

"Your nyànsh make sense oh." I heard him mutter and turned with an arched brow.

What was I supposed to say? Thank you?

I nodded with an awkward smile, picked the skirt and walked over to the bathroom. "Where mama go?"

"I no know," he replied, "But she talk say she no go come back on time."

"Where she come waka go?" I wondered aloud and entered the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, untied the wrapper and scooped water from the bucket with my hands and splashed it over my body. It was cool and refreshing and I couldn't resist rubbing my wet skin. There was no soap so I had to wash up like that.

Why was Obinna looking at me like that? I thought as I bent to wash my genitals. And that comment...whatever did it mean?

Your nyànsh make sense oh...I replayed the sentence in my head and as my fingers ran through my vagîna, I felt warm. Now this wasn't a normal feeling of warmth, it burned from within. My heart beat grew faster and I kept rubbing. It was a new sensation, terrifying but pleasurable and I really didn't want to stop. What's going on?

The bathroom door was pushed open and I jumped up. Obinna!

I was thoroughly shocked. He stood in front of me totally naked and didn't seem to care.

"Obinna na wetin?!" I yelled and made to grab my wrapper from the door.

He walked in and closed the door behind him. I moved back in fear. "Obinna wetin you dey find?!"

"Oma calm down," he said softly and moved closer still.

I was backed up against the wall and all I could see was the erection that looked right at me. Oh God! What was he up to? Why was he naked? And what was that-

He stood close now. I tried to run from the side but he pushed me back to the wall and pressed his body on me. I felt his hardon poke my stomach and felt weird. I was scared but weak and could do nothing as he plastered his lips on mine. I shivered in disgust and tried to fight but it was hopeless.

Suddenly violent, he squeezed my small breasts, ran his hands down my stomach to my vagîna and tried to push his fingers in. I cried in pain as he forced his long fingers in and his nails dug into my flesh.

"Please no! Bikonu!" I didn't know what he was up to but it didn't feel right. At least his fingers didn't.

He covered my mouth with his and removed his hand, only to replace it with his dîck. He moved his leg between my laps and propped them open. When he tried to push into me, I bit down on his lips and tried to push him away.

The slap I received dulled my senses for a full minute. I couldn't do anything as he opened my legs, rougher this time and drove in with full force.

I screamed.

Prologue

Hello, I am Oma

By the time you would be reading this, I would be long gone, dead maybe. I do not need you to look for me, what is done is done. The end is upon us.

This journal is not for the weak minded neither is it for the judging hypocrites. If you are one, just drop it and walk past because there is no greater condemnation than that of the heart.

Tell my mum I love her, true or not, and tell Cassie I miss her. She is the only person that understands.

This is my story.

Story written By Tracy Kalu

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