Gift - S01 E46

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Gift - S01 E46

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

Subtitle: Assuming Victor is a girl called Gift.

That

Evening we ate garri and soup with fish,

the next morning garri and soup with fish

for breakfast. Who on Earth does that

apart from Israel, I complained to him

that the incessant eating of garri and

fish is making me sick. Abeg, no be wetin

I dey eat for my Papa house oh, I cannot

come and kill myself. He promised to

buy goat with his usual motto “tomorrow”

Israel! Israel!! em no go better for you oh!

and anybody wey send you to do me this

kind thing. I nodey happy at all about wetin

dey happen, after that pepper soup with

fish breakfast and garri. He asked me

to follow him to the farm, me wey never

even near bush before, Israel gave me

hoe to join him in the farm. As we just

dey go, I just dey ask myself wetin I wan

do with this hoe sef? god of suffer free

me from your prison and I promised never

to return again, I just carried out all the

instructions that Israel gave me wrongly,

he flared up almost slapping me.

Israel: wetin dey worry you sef? c’mmon ridge you no sabi make.

Me: I never come farm before na.

Israel: shut up your mouth! No talk when I dey talk, you be my mate ehnn?

Me: I gree say I no be your mate.

Israel: you still dey talk bah?

Me: no, sorry this my mouth sha..

Israel: you better do get belle oh, so that your papa go help us if not ehnn…

Me: I no understand Israel, wetin you mean?

Israel: I mean say rich people dey marry rich people pikin, go house.

Me: make I drop the hoe for where?

Israel: for my head na, stupid girl. Drop am under that mango tree, you know the man wey dey sell goat?

Me: I smile yes, I know am.

Israel: go meet am, tell am say na me send you say later I go come carry the goat.

I

never knew that I was used for the price

of the goat until I got to the man’s house,

I told the man exactly what Israel told me

and the man asked me to follow him inside

his bedroom to select the goat, I confused

oh! I asked the man na inside bedroom

em keep the goat or wetin? He claimed

the goat is there. The moment I went in,

he joined me locking the door and pulling

his agbada. I wore one of my dress like

that, isn’t body-hugging since I needed

that freedom in the farm. I come dey wonder

which goat I go select ’cause na bed and

locker wey I dey see around the room.

He came close with the short and his

pot-belle asking me to pull my clothes,

I refused to and the man descended on

me like a dog that was ho-rny for years

without releasing his heat, he ripped up my dress,

no smooching, nothing, not even fingering

sef to make me we-t. He just tore my pa-nt

and forcefully pushed my legs apart and

buried his fat hard kulikuli. He began pounding

me mercilessly, breathing like somebody

that will collapse any moment from now

on. I curled my legs around his waist for

him to thr-ust in deeper, and he just cu-mmed

like that, se*x wey never reach five minutes.

Wetin be the need wey em tear my dress

and my pa-nt, this people are mad. He started

praising my sugar-pot, that Israel was

right that am a very sweet girl. That I have

the best sugar-pot that he ever tasted

I went home weeping to report the rape

case to Israel, when he returned I didn’t

wait for him to settle. He came back with

a goat and tied it on a peer treet close to

the house.

Me: Israel, the man rape me.

Israel: how na?

Me: see my dress I show him my dress, I refuse to pull it then em tear and my pant.

Israel: em no satisfy you?

Me: I dey tell you say them rape me, you dey talk about satisfaction.

Israel: come make we enter inside.

Me: go do wetin?

Israel

scooped me off from my feet and took

me in, he tore the dress he can’t afford

completely and drove in with his hard

kulikuli.

Hanging one of my leg on his shoulder,

as he powered in and out of my we-t sugar-pot

mixed with that goat man’s spe-rm. How

come someone that claimed to love me

have se-x with me after a man has just

raped me? He was breathing heavily and

sweating, rocking his waist back and front

shoving his hard kulikuli in and out of

my we-t hole. I was just mo-aning as he

ba-nged me harder and faster, he clasped

my left bre-ast squashing and pressing

it. He cried out slamming in deeper as he

deposited his spe-rm in me, he rolled

away and caught his breathe later. He promised

to cook sweet okro soup with the goat,

that he has brought a lot of okro home.

I was silent thinking of a way to escape,

I took my bath and took the drug that I

came with, the goat-man started disturbing

Israel to send me to his house but he

refused telling him the goat he gave to

him hasn’t yet finished. The goat man

started disturbing me to jilt Israel, that

he is a broke ass fool that I should come

to him that he is rich. Israel caught him

and both of them fought, me I just run

go house go sleep. Israel came back and

almost beat hell out of me, warning me

to stay away from the goat-man. I needed

money to get out of here, who will give

me the money to escape from this dungeon,

Ofcourse the goat-man.

Our

Elder say a child who thinks he knows

what his or her parents knew is a dog

that barked at its owner.