THAT NIGHT
It was a bright Saturday morning. I woke up feeling uneasy like something wasn’t right but I couldn’t place what it was. The singing and chirping of the bird had earlier woken me up. Though it was Saturday, I had to go to work since I would be accompanying my boss to South Africa in order to seal a deal for the company.
Reluctantly, I went to bathroom to freshen up and hurriedly left the house when I discovered that I was running late. While waiting for a cab to convey me to the office, this strange feeling of a bad omen cane again and was stronger this time. Still, I didn’t get to understand what it symbolizes.
Forgive my manners, I am Adugo Perculiar, the only surviving child of Mr. and Mrs. Adugo. My parent died when I was twelve years and since then, I have been living with my father’s younger brother and his family.
Uncle Paul took over my father’s property, he sold the houses my father built save the one we live in. The main reason I still live with them is because I don’t want my father’s remaining house to be sold since that is his remaining property.
Growing up without my parent was not easy for me as my Uncle and his family made life unbearable for me. I was termed a witch with the claim that I killed my parent.
My parent and I traveled to the village for the burial ceremony of my paternal grandfather and on our way back, our car collided with an oncoming truck. Our unconscious body was rushed to the hospital by passers by. I woke up four days later only to receive the news that my parent had passed away. It was really a trying period for me but God saw me through.
The secondary school I went to awarded me a scholarship based on my late father’s good deeds and after my secondary school education, my principal ensured that my Uncle saw me through the tertiary institution.
Luck smiled on me and I got a job with a mouth watering salary immediately after I graduated from the University. My Uncle and his wife suddenly became nice to me immediately I started earning money. They made sure I pay the tuition fees of their two children in the university. Well, I didn’t object since their father saw me through the university.
THAT NIGHT
(Hope for r@pe victims)
Episode 2
Mr. Smith, my boss drove into the company and jolted me out my reverie, I hopped into his car and we were driven to the airport to board a plane. Mr. Smith is a married man with two kids but never stop being promiscous. Despite having a beautiful wife, he never stop disturbing me for a relationship but I kept on turning him down.
Talking about relationship, I have never been into any but I am thinking of giving Dennis a chance. He is an old school mate who has been on my neck for a relationship.
We arrived at South Africa after flying in the air for almost one hour. South Africa is a very beautiful country or should I say the most beautiful in Africa. My boss and I wasted no time in going to seal the deal. The meeting lasted for three hours and after that, the deal was given to our company.
Done with sealing the deal, my boss and I were driven to the reservations the company made for us and had us checked into our different hotel rooms. My meal was brought to me which I ate hurriedly. After the meal, I freshened up and slept off.
I was awoken in the middle of the night by the beeping of my cell phone, I picked it up to see what brought about the beeping only for me to see a message from Mr. Smith which says “Come to my hotel room now”
I checked the time again and saw that it was late in the midnight then, I kept asking myself why my boss would ask me to come to his hotel room at such an ungodly hour. After giving it a thought, I decided not to go. I decided to ignore the message with the mind of questioning him the next day.
I drifted back to sleep and was having a sweet dream when I felt a touch on my bed, I opened my eyes only to behold Mr. Smith in his boxers and on my bed.
Me: Jesus! How did you get in here? What do you want from me?
Mr. Smith: hush! Since, you refuse to come to my room, I decided to come get what I want
Me: (became very scared) and what is that thing that you want from me?
Mr. Smith: Very simple! I just need t0 get 1n between y0ur legs
Me: Never! That can and will never happen
Mr. Smith: come on, stop playing h@rd to get. I sleep with every of my secretaries without stress, you are the only giving me a hard time
Me: Please, leave my room before I scream
Mr. Smith: You see, even if you scream, no one would come to your rescue as I have already paid my way through
Me: Please sir, don’t let the devil use you to destroy my life. Just go back to bed or simply get a prostitute
Mr. Smith: You are the one for me tonight, will you stop this nonsense and cooperate with me? Can’t you see that I am already hard?
Seeing the bulgge in his b9xers made me want to scream as that would be the first time I would being seeing a man’s hugge member. He came nearer to me and I made to shout but he covered my mouth with his huge palm.
I tried to fight him but he was stronger than I am, he tore my nightie and gained access into my body. I weep as he f0ndled with my v1rgin bre@st, I wanted to plead with him to stop but I realized that my mouth was closed with his palm.
Done with f0ndling with my b0dy, he pushed himself into me causing a surging pain to pass through me, the pain I experienced was something I couldn’t explain. I laid helplessly on the bed while he kept on thrust1ng 2nto me like a man who had been denied s#x for months.
He grunted like a pig and rolled off me when he was done. I watched him wore his boxers and made to leave without showing any sign of remorse.
Mr. Smith: Well, I never knew it is your first. I had to use force when you denied me easy access
Me: (with the remaining strength in me) get out of my room you beast
Mr. Smith: I will leave but you need to each yourself and remember that we have a flight tomorrow by 10am.
The story just started.
To be continued
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