Happiness laid on the sofa in the parlour, staring at the ceiling fan as the rotation reduced gradually after power outage. The room was as quiet as a mouse due to the absence of her parents. She lived with her parents, Samuel - her younger brother, and Chinedu - her cousin from paternal side. Chinedu - popularly called Nedu, had lived with them for seven years. That was one of the many reasons people tend to count him as one of the family members. When Nedu celebrated his twenty fourth birthday, Happiness was just sixteen, although she looked older because of her height, while her brother was eleven. Before now, things were going smoothly for Happiness, not until she began sprouting bigger breasts. Ever since then, she faced the many problems teenage girls face during puberty, ranging from guys trying to woo her, facebook friend requests multiplying, and Nedu who was always using his shoulders to rub her buttocks and breasts, and pretend like he never noticed. The matter became worse when her younger brother was admitted into the boarding house; her brother was always hanging around her in the house, making it difficult for Nedu to stare at her breasts when passing in front of her.
On this particular Friday, her parents traveled to attend a burial in the village. Nedu walked around the house wearing a loosed boxer on an empty body. Happiness already knew his game plan; hence, she fixed her gaze at the ceiling, so as not to see him. She kept on fuming and mumbling angry words only she could hear.
"Happiness, it's 11pm already. Won't you sleep?" Nedu asked, standing beside her.
"I know. You can go to bed, I'm not ready to sleep now." She replied without looking at him.
The house - a four bedroom apartment, had rooms for every member of the family, and Nedu had a room to himself. He walked towards his room and shut the door behind him. Happiness heaved a sigh of relief as she heard him snoring, she then turned to sleep. She was almost falling asleep when she felt a hand caressing her buttocks, she opened her eyes and saw Nedu with an erected dick. She jumped out of fear and fell at the back of the chair.
"Blood of Jesus! What are you doing?!" She asked with a great shock in her eyes. She knew before now that Nedu had been making sexual advances towards her, but she never thought it would come to this extent.
"Happiness, I know you're a virgin, but you're no longer a baby na. Daddy and mommy won't know anything if we don't tell them. Come let's just have a short sex, it won't hurt you. I promise." He was trying to shove his dick inbetween his legs as he spoke. His eyes were bloodshot as he pleaded for her to agree.
"What the hell has come over you for heaven's sake?! What makes you think I can allow you touch me?! Are you stupid?!" She was yelling in anger and fear.
"Happiness, please. Okay, just suck my dick and I'll be fine." He spoke again, he was already sweating.
"You're really mad! It's now that I know." She rebuffed him.
"Okay, let me suck your breasts, just your breasts. I won't go close to your skirt."
"Big fool. Respect your old age." She hissed and walked towards her room.
She heard his footsteps approaching slowly from behind, he was tiptoeing to meet her. She changed direction and ran into the kitchen. He followed her with a great speed, but she was fast to grab the kitchen knife before he could reach. He stood at the door begging her to drop the knife, but she only held it more firmly the more she heard his voice.
"That's enough for tonight. Goodnight." He spoke calmly and turned to leave. While trying to zip up his trouser, a packet of condom fell from his trouser pocket. Happiness looked sternly at him as he bent to pick it.
"Animal!" She cursed him silently.
Minutes after he had left, it was already 2am, she walked slowly back to sleep in the parlour. The night crawled slowly, silently and coldly, people were asleep, Happiness breathed calmly as she slept on the couch. She was awaken by the touch of a masculine hand, when she opened her eyes, she saw Nedu's dick in her mouth, with his hand inside her panties. She wanted to shout, but her shock and awe got the best part of her, she could barely control her actions. Involuntarily, she pulled the kitchen knife from under the pillow on which she slept on. Nedu was fast to take to his heels, but she was faster to sink the knife into his abdomen. He screamed in pain and fell on his back with blood oozing from his belly and mouth. She was frightened and confused, she opened the door and dashed outside, screaming for help from neighbors.
At daybreak, news had flown everywhere. Her parents were forced to boycott the burial and return home.
"I always knew this girl was possessed by some demons." Her Mama cried and shouted as she rained heavy slaps on her.
Her dad had asked her what transpired between them, but all she could do was stay mute. At the hospital, Nedu was admitted into the intensive care unit (ICU) immediately after a deposit of fifty thousand naira was paid. Doctors said the case was a critical one; hence, they had to call doctors from other hospitals.
Two months later, Nedu was discharged from the hospital, but he was confined to a bed. He couldn't walk on his own anymore. After many weeks of questions and interrogations from her parents without her giving any tangible response, her parents concluded she was really possessed. They made arrangements and took her to a prophet in a prayer house to conduct deliverance for her. The sum of hundred thousand naira was paid as consultation fee on the first day of visitation. He had told them not to come with any food for Happiness during the two weeks she'd stay in the prayer house.
"She'll wear one clothe during the two weeks dry fasting, she's not to bath at all, and her only food will be olive oil and vinegar." The prophet explained to her parents before they left. After they had gone, he shaved her hair using a razor blade, then he made her to remove her clothes and became stark naked, but she carefully hid her penknife where only herself could see it. He poured olive oil on her head and brought out a horse whip (koboko), he twisted it many times before landing it on her back. Hell let loosed in her brain, but she braced herself and refused to cry nor shout. He looked at her and nodded before landing the second one on her back again. He pushed her into a dark room and locked her there.
After three days in the dark room without food and water, she was already dying slowly. Then the worse happened; her menses came flowing. She stayed in the dark smelling room, imagining so many wild things in her head. For every single second of time passing, her heart went from black to blacker, her mind became strong and dark. A one time beautiful sixteen year old girl, tall and busty, lying on her own blood and urine. On the fifth day, the prophet brought her outside to the prayer garden. He gave her a bottle of olive oil to drink again, and made her to lie under the sun. Minutes later, her eyes became hazy, and her vision was blurry. The prophet had drugged the olive oil. She was a little bit unconscious, but she could weakly see as he unzipped his trouser in front of her and spread her legs apart. As painful as a fire burn, as hot as sulphur, she could feel the explosion in her head as he forcefully inserted his dick into her tight vagina. He kept on thrusting his waist to and fro until he was satisfied. She closed her eyes in defeat and agony as he splashed the semen all over her face, and he ended the show by pouring saliva on her face.
On the seventh day, she was still recuperating and healing from her wounds, by now her consciousness was clear. The prophet came again, this time he came with her parents. They were glad when they saw her crying at last, the prophet claimed she was touched by the anointing. They paid the remaining fifty thousand naira and left.
Happiness became the opposite of her name. Misery, pain, agony, and sorrow became her real name. But there was this spirit in her that kept hunting her to do something to free her mind, and she was ready to do it. On the eighth day, she still feigned to be unconscious. The prophet came again with his koboko and olive oil.
"This virgin girl, I thought you were even strong. How come you're still unconscious up til now?" He kicked her buttocks and gave a mocking laugh. He unzipped his trouser and pulled her legs, expanded them and laid on her. She used all her might to stay put until he had inserted his penis inside her vagina, he was just about to start riding when she clamped her legs around his waist and removed her penknife from where she hid it. She drove the knife into his neck twice in a quick succession. He fell on her and she kept on sinking the small knife until his blood covered her face. She continued stabbing him until black blood started dropping. After her hands had become weak, she pushed him away and managed to get up. With her index finger, she used his blood flowing on the ground to write the words: "I WAS THE VICTIM, I PAID THE PRICE FOR CRIMES I NEVER COMMITTED. THIS IS LIFE NOT STIRRED WELL. TODAY MAKES ME SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD."
Her eyes became heavy, her body had lost blood and water, she struggled for help, but there was no one around to help. She slumped on the ground, and her eyes closed slowly in exhaustion
On her burial day, they dressed her in a princess gown and wore her a handglove. Nedu had confessed everything and her parents couldn't control their tears. Her brother threw in the birthday card he bought for her on his way back from school. The whole family was in tears as the undertakers lowered her casket into the grave and covered it with sand.
On this particular Friday, her parents traveled to attend a burial in the village. Nedu walked around the house wearing a loosed boxer on an empty body. Happiness already knew his game plan; hence, she fixed her gaze at the ceiling, so as not to see him. She kept on fuming and mumbling angry words only she could hear.
"Happiness, it's 11pm already. Won't you sleep?" Nedu asked, standing beside her.
"I know. You can go to bed, I'm not ready to sleep now." She replied without looking at him.
The house - a four bedroom apartment, had rooms for every member of the family, and Nedu had a room to himself. He walked towards his room and shut the door behind him. Happiness heaved a sigh of relief as she heard him snoring, she then turned to sleep. She was almost falling asleep when she felt a hand caressing her buttocks, she opened her eyes and saw Nedu with an erected dick. She jumped out of fear and fell at the back of the chair.
"Blood of Jesus! What are you doing?!" She asked with a great shock in her eyes. She knew before now that Nedu had been making sexual advances towards her, but she never thought it would come to this extent.
"Happiness, I know you're a virgin, but you're no longer a baby na. Daddy and mommy won't know anything if we don't tell them. Come let's just have a short sex, it won't hurt you. I promise." He was trying to shove his dick inbetween his legs as he spoke. His eyes were bloodshot as he pleaded for her to agree.
"What the hell has come over you for heaven's sake?! What makes you think I can allow you touch me?! Are you stupid?!" She was yelling in anger and fear.
"Happiness, please. Okay, just suck my dick and I'll be fine." He spoke again, he was already sweating.
"You're really mad! It's now that I know." She rebuffed him.
"Okay, let me suck your breasts, just your breasts. I won't go close to your skirt."
"Big fool. Respect your old age." She hissed and walked towards her room.
She heard his footsteps approaching slowly from behind, he was tiptoeing to meet her. She changed direction and ran into the kitchen. He followed her with a great speed, but she was fast to grab the kitchen knife before he could reach. He stood at the door begging her to drop the knife, but she only held it more firmly the more she heard his voice.
"That's enough for tonight. Goodnight." He spoke calmly and turned to leave. While trying to zip up his trouser, a packet of condom fell from his trouser pocket. Happiness looked sternly at him as he bent to pick it.
"Animal!" She cursed him silently.
Minutes after he had left, it was already 2am, she walked slowly back to sleep in the parlour. The night crawled slowly, silently and coldly, people were asleep, Happiness breathed calmly as she slept on the couch. She was awaken by the touch of a masculine hand, when she opened her eyes, she saw Nedu's dick in her mouth, with his hand inside her panties. She wanted to shout, but her shock and awe got the best part of her, she could barely control her actions. Involuntarily, she pulled the kitchen knife from under the pillow on which she slept on. Nedu was fast to take to his heels, but she was faster to sink the knife into his abdomen. He screamed in pain and fell on his back with blood oozing from his belly and mouth. She was frightened and confused, she opened the door and dashed outside, screaming for help from neighbors.
At daybreak, news had flown everywhere. Her parents were forced to boycott the burial and return home.
"I always knew this girl was possessed by some demons." Her Mama cried and shouted as she rained heavy slaps on her.
Her dad had asked her what transpired between them, but all she could do was stay mute. At the hospital, Nedu was admitted into the intensive care unit (ICU) immediately after a deposit of fifty thousand naira was paid. Doctors said the case was a critical one; hence, they had to call doctors from other hospitals.
Two months later, Nedu was discharged from the hospital, but he was confined to a bed. He couldn't walk on his own anymore. After many weeks of questions and interrogations from her parents without her giving any tangible response, her parents concluded she was really possessed. They made arrangements and took her to a prophet in a prayer house to conduct deliverance for her. The sum of hundred thousand naira was paid as consultation fee on the first day of visitation. He had told them not to come with any food for Happiness during the two weeks she'd stay in the prayer house.
"She'll wear one clothe during the two weeks dry fasting, she's not to bath at all, and her only food will be olive oil and vinegar." The prophet explained to her parents before they left. After they had gone, he shaved her hair using a razor blade, then he made her to remove her clothes and became stark naked, but she carefully hid her penknife where only herself could see it. He poured olive oil on her head and brought out a horse whip (koboko), he twisted it many times before landing it on her back. Hell let loosed in her brain, but she braced herself and refused to cry nor shout. He looked at her and nodded before landing the second one on her back again. He pushed her into a dark room and locked her there.
After three days in the dark room without food and water, she was already dying slowly. Then the worse happened; her menses came flowing. She stayed in the dark smelling room, imagining so many wild things in her head. For every single second of time passing, her heart went from black to blacker, her mind became strong and dark. A one time beautiful sixteen year old girl, tall and busty, lying on her own blood and urine. On the fifth day, the prophet brought her outside to the prayer garden. He gave her a bottle of olive oil to drink again, and made her to lie under the sun. Minutes later, her eyes became hazy, and her vision was blurry. The prophet had drugged the olive oil. She was a little bit unconscious, but she could weakly see as he unzipped his trouser in front of her and spread her legs apart. As painful as a fire burn, as hot as sulphur, she could feel the explosion in her head as he forcefully inserted his dick into her tight vagina. He kept on thrusting his waist to and fro until he was satisfied. She closed her eyes in defeat and agony as he splashed the semen all over her face, and he ended the show by pouring saliva on her face.
On the seventh day, she was still recuperating and healing from her wounds, by now her consciousness was clear. The prophet came again, this time he came with her parents. They were glad when they saw her crying at last, the prophet claimed she was touched by the anointing. They paid the remaining fifty thousand naira and left.
Happiness became the opposite of her name. Misery, pain, agony, and sorrow became her real name. But there was this spirit in her that kept hunting her to do something to free her mind, and she was ready to do it. On the eighth day, she still feigned to be unconscious. The prophet came again with his koboko and olive oil.
"This virgin girl, I thought you were even strong. How come you're still unconscious up til now?" He kicked her buttocks and gave a mocking laugh. He unzipped his trouser and pulled her legs, expanded them and laid on her. She used all her might to stay put until he had inserted his penis inside her vagina, he was just about to start riding when she clamped her legs around his waist and removed her penknife from where she hid it. She drove the knife into his neck twice in a quick succession. He fell on her and she kept on sinking the small knife until his blood covered her face. She continued stabbing him until black blood started dropping. After her hands had become weak, she pushed him away and managed to get up. With her index finger, she used his blood flowing on the ground to write the words: "I WAS THE VICTIM, I PAID THE PRICE FOR CRIMES I NEVER COMMITTED. THIS IS LIFE NOT STIRRED WELL. TODAY MAKES ME SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD."
Her eyes became heavy, her body had lost blood and water, she struggled for help, but there was no one around to help. She slumped on the ground, and her eyes closed slowly in exhaustion
On her burial day, they dressed her in a princess gown and wore her a handglove. Nedu had confessed everything and her parents couldn't control their tears. Her brother threw in the birthday card he bought for her on his way back from school. The whole family was in tears as the undertakers lowered her casket into the grave and covered it with sand.
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