WHAT DID I DO TO MY MUM? EPISOD 8
🌃 WHAT DID I DO TO MY MUM? 🌃
EPISODE 8
I sprawled out on the floor sobbing and shivering when the landlord locked my room. My heart hammered in my chest and I howled
"What did I do to deserve this?"
I carried my baggage and begged my neighbour to take my property to her room and she accepted without hesitancy.
There were wet streaks on my face, caused by the constant wiping away of tears. I was totally ragged as I was walking sluggishly on the road
I had nowhere to go and going back to Mary Jane was impossible. It was really a crying shame and truly, it was an ill-starred situation.
While I was walking in the scorching sun, I saw an unfinished building and I swung instantly.
I packed my bags inside it hoping to live there until I get a paid job.
I bought some snacks with the little money I had and my stomach stopped growling.
There was a brothel near that building and I espied half-naked ladies dancing with old men.
"Why would these ladies dress like this?" I asked myself.
Some were on bikini caressing rich men who came from their various cars. The brothel was more like a hotel.
I fed my eyes that day because I became aware of what married men do with their money while their families are dying out of hunger.
Forthwith, I saw Ken in native attire. He was touching a lady who was sitting on his lap. They were taking pictures and later, they went inside as though they wanted to copulate.
I lost for words and said to myself " So this is what this man was doing whenever he says he was busy with work".
I went inside and hid so that no one will see me. I walked around the building and saw some doors laying on the ground.
Some were made of wood and some were made of iron.
I put the Woody doors together because that was where I wanted to sleep.
Immediately I finished, I came outside and Ken saw me and wind down his car. He laughed at me and drove out.
My heart missed a bit as I ran inside. I kept meditating on what next will happen but I pondered out nothing..
In the night, I fell asleep waiting for any doom that will befall me. As I was sleeping, I felt some touches on my vagina.
I flashed my torch and saw two gigantic men with the prícks standing tall. They shackled my hands and spread my legs chaining them against the rods.
They ràped me tirelessly until blood started gushing from my inkwell. I passed out in the process.
At dawn, the contractor in charge of the uncompleted building came and saw lying lifelessly.
He took me to the hospital and the doctor ran a series of tests on me.
Unfortunately, he disclosed that I have contracted HIV.
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