He Stole What Could Not Be Returned - Part TwosteemCreated with Sketch.

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I remained on my bed for a day. Replaying all his evil actions, one by one. I begged him. I told him to stop. I reminded him he had a wife, my aunt who loved him immensely. He didn't listen. Instead he squeezed his hands around my mouth and just shoved something erected like a hard rod into me. It was painful. He didn't care. I rolled my body left and right, aggressively tried to slip away from his grip but he was too strong for me. I couldn't resist him. I felt my strength slip out of me. My inner speech seized. My stimulus was lifeless. Nothing was sending the right signals within my being, it felt like the inner telecommunication satellite operating in me was dysfunctional and without much to do, I allowed him to do as he pleased. I was powerless anyways. He enjoyed it. I could read his wicked eyes. He didn't take into account the gravity of his lustful sin.

After two days, I stood up from my bed. Tried to return back to my normal life like nothing ever happened but I was ashamed of myself. I was broken. I couldn't eat properly. I couldn't control those salty liquids rolling down tacitly from my eyes. I became mentally ill along the line. I was traumatized. The image of that night won't leave my head. Even in my sorry and sick state, my uncle yearned for more. His wife, my aunt who was away, wasn't coming home for at least another 25 days. The days were like a trigger and her absence a bullet. He abused that opportunity and hosted them inside himself serving as a gun and gladly aimed it at me. Every 3 days, I was his sex toy. He knew I was down physiologically, mentally, physically, socially and emotionally. He didn't care. He kept molesting me. He would say in my ears how long he's been harboring his sinister intentions. He would remind me how he had always craved to get into my skin to taste the sweetness of my body.

One night, I fainted. The rape images kept compiling and increasing. I couldn't take it anymore. Short of breath led to my faint. He was agitated. He trembled at the news of my sudden unconsciousness. He was tense and scared. He didn't see this coming after all he was blinded by his lust because of his abusive bodily pleasures and carnality. That night, the medics did their best to resuscitate me. Yet, I wasn't responding. I was placed on artificial oxygen. In real time I was cut off from this world but in another world of the unknown I found myself standing before a mirror. The environment in which I stood was illuminated with pure white light. I was in a different world. Something odd happened. I saw myself, my kind, dressed in another fabric different from mine, eyes pale, blood stain on the hair and a knife to the hand. I was scared within this illusion going on in my unconscious state of mind. I had a myriad of thoughts contemplating on what to do. In that moment, in that silence, this clone-like being that looked opposite but identical to me said four words — "you must kill him".

To be continued…..


This is the second series of this story. You can read the first part here.


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