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    STORY: Secret betrayal. Episode 22

    The trip back to Nigeria was a silent one. We hardly spoke to each other but for the essentials. I was struggling amidst mixed feelings of what I had encountered and the tragedy that was befalling the family in my Parents in-law's accident.
    "Yes, Buggy owns that cabin." Collins said long after we had boarded. "Like I told you before, we're family."
    I didn't say anything. I adjusted my ear plugs but Collins knew better that I'd surely hear him if he talked and continued.
    "I know you are bothered by the things you saw, you should have steered clear of all obscurities."
    He shook his head. "You should never have entered that room." When he realised I was never going to reply him, he gave up and cuddled to sleep.
    As soon as we arrived Lagos, we went straight to see them at the hospital​. On arrival, my father in-law had passed and my mother in-law was dealing with a High Blood Pressure. Two days later, she joined her husband.
    Collins cried uncontrollably and lost his manly poise. It took another two weeks to get him to feed well and all that time he was easily irritable.
    He yelled at me at every little thing and threw tantrums all the time.
    We buried them and his family didn't have issues with sharing the properties. Collins was left with the company he was managing in addition to so many other landed properties littered around Lagos.
    On this fateful day, I had just left the internet after realising Desmond had set up a pharmaceutical company for Vera as a welcome for their first child which happened to be a boy also. I didn't like the sound of that. I had left the internet out of frustration, determined to engage Collins as soon as he returned. I was tired of staying at home and playing the role of a sex toy.
    Collins returned from work and brushed past me into the bedroom. I joined him there and tried to keep low on conversations. I didn't want to bug him.
    "How was your day?" I asked him leaning against the wall as he undressed.
    "I'm tired of coming home and hearing recite the same thing everyday..." He mumbled and stopped midway through the sentence.
    "What did you say?"
    "I'm sure you heard me."
    "Well I had thought about it and decided we'd be talking about that over dinner. But since you brought it up...I don't have a choice but to talk about it now."
    "I see. I will as well one day remind you to breathe. You can't for once be useful to yourself besides flooding the internet with every breath you take as if you can pay for a thing in your life."
    "What's this all about? If somehow you were frustrated at the office then be a man and let whatever happened in Vegas remain in Vegas. Stop bringing your frustration home." My tone had increased involuntarily.
    "You're shouting at me right? Fine, let's have a chat." He sat at the edge of the bed. "What can you do?"
    I cleared my throat and told him I was a graduate and would love to practise. I told him I wanted a pharmaceutical company.
    After I relayed it all to him, he was smirking with indignation. "You're such a joke. I was always right that you're good at nothing." He stood and started for the bathroom.
    I was left fuming at his reaction and pouring it all on the pillows. I kicked and punched but the fury never left one bit.
    He left the bathroom tying a towel around his waist. I clenched my fist and bit my lower lip to control my temper.
    "So what are you saying?"
    "About what?" He asked expressionless.
    "About the proposal I just made?" I patiently answered.
    "Now get it into your skull." He said with furrowed brows and a tightened jaw. "You are nothing but a scumbag. You are a no good daughter of a frugal asslicking gold-digger... Hey, wait before you say anything... You worth nothing more than mere sex toy, you're only good for sex and that is why and only why you're still here."
    "Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "Did you just say that to me?"
    "If you want me to write a thesis about it, I'll write a hundred pages. You are just a bag of I'll luck. Ever since I met you it's been one I'll luck or the other. My business has been dwindling and finally it's on a steep decline. Then again I lost my parents at the same time. You're just an omen."
    "Excuse me, are you blaming me for your parents' demise?"
    "Who else Fifi? Who else if not you?" He yelled into my face.
    "Do you know what?" I started to say, "I used to think you were just a beast but you're just a product of frustration."
    I was barely done when stars flew from my eyes and the force of his slamming hand on the side of my head sent me crashing into the bedside cabinet. I struggled to find my footing but he was there already to drag me up. He landed another one that sent me crashing into the mirror and shattering it.
    He was yelling abusive words and curses as he battered me. When I stole a glimpse of his face in the chaos, I could only liken it to a beast, an angry and hungry beast out for a kill. I was not only the prey but the threat, the death was glaring that awaited me.
    "I'll show you exactly what you're good at." He raged and locked the door before I could get there. I tried to scream but he grabbed me by the throat and choked me, shoving me hard on the bed. With a brisk movement, he used the bedside table as a ladder to the ceiling and pushed it a bit, that part of the ceiling gave way.
    I never knew there was such in our room. He pulled out a rolled up twine rope and a whip. 
    "I'm going to show you a exactly what you are built for and how."
    I knew he was coming to tie me up and tried to wrestle with him but his punches weakened me. He turned me around and tied my hands to the bed posts. For the first time, I understand that our matrimonial bedroom was a BDSM apparatus. Every decor was an instrument for bondage and slavery. I was married to a sadist.
    In a short time, he had expertly tied me up to a position where my legs were crisscrossed behind my head and my hands wide apart. My crotch was bared in the open space and my breasts in between my thighs. He played deaf to my soft moans from pain and my pleas never permeated him.
    Still dry in my pussy, he began to enter me, thrusting rapidly. I cried but he never cared to listen. Each time I put up a struggle, he whipped me with whip and spat on me. He rode me like that, alternating between my pussy and anus.
    When he withdrew for the third round, he sat the edge of the bed, looking horrific. He tried to speak but hesitated and left with his phone, he returned with water and some apples.
    "You know what? Yes you were lucky to miss out at the cabin. It was going to be a party before the news about my parents. But it's not over yet.
    All you are good for is to fuck. I met you on this premise, fuck fuck fuck. The first time we met, fuck. You came again, fuck, we chatted, fuck, I proposed to you while fucking... It's all fuck fuck fuck. So just get it. You are only for fuck. And in the family, we share."
    We had a knock downstairs and he went to get it. When he returned, I noticed he had company. Following him, were footfalls I thought were too many to count.
    Buggy and his cohort were in my matrimonial bedroom.

    To be continued...

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