Oga came back later in the night and blew the horn of his car very loudly signalling me to come outside and bring in the foodstuffs he bought.
I wore my slippers and went out to bring in the foodstuffs immediately.
There was one bag of rice, one carton of tin tomatoes, some onions and a host of other condiments to be carried inside.
I carried the bag of rice first, followed by the carton of tin tomatoes and then I came out to carry the last batch of the condiments he bought when he smuggled a polythene bag into the bag and signalled me that the polythene was mine.
I carried the condiments inside and codedly took the polythene into my room.
“Let me see that bag you’re carrying into your room!” Madam intercepted abruptly from the door of the master bedroom.
I froze with fear and my legs wobbled.
“Those are the detergents I gave her to use and wash our bedsheets,” Oga intervened immediately joining us in the corridor.
Madam went back into the master bedroom while I returned to my small room with the polythene.
Inside the polythene was Meatpie, one chicken lap, popcorn and canned drink.
The sight was so appetising that I instantly started from the meatpie without delay.
The meatpie was very sweet and I nearly bit my fingers while devouring it.
The chicken soon followed and was extremely delicious. It was well spiced and grilled and I munched the entire lot in no time.
Then I washed it down with the cold drink and cleaned my mouth.
I folded the polythene bag with the empty can and disposed it into the dustbin.
I felt happy and well catered for by Oga even though my madam the Jezebel of the house was still around.
Around 9pm the family had dinner and went to bed.
I stayed back to clear and wash the utensils used for the dinner before having my own dinner.
Then I went to bed. Around 1.00am midnight, Oga sneaked in as usual and I woke up when I felt his hands gliding up and down my waist and bumbum.
He had earlier suggested to me to stop wearing pant to bed inorder to make things easier and faster without having to start fiddling up and down in the darkness trying to remove pant.
I took heed of his suggestion and from that day onwards I stopped wearing pants to bed.
So when he came in that night, their wasn’t any blockade on the way so he felt my entire body with his hands and savouring the soft contours soon got himself aroused.
Then he penetrated me.
His thrusts were sharp and forceful and filled with lust.
Before I could count to 20, he started groaning and jerking spasmodically as his thrusts became involuntary and I felt warm liquid spurt into my wet canal.
After that he became still and withdrew his d!ck, got up and left for his master bedroom…
“I will be travelling for a conference tomorrow morning to come back on saturday,” I overheard Oga telling Madam the next morning.
I was mopping up the toilet and bathroom when I heard Oga telling madam about the travel.
I felt bad. The fact that Oga didn’t deem it necessary to tell me about his impending travel last night when he sneaked into my room to enjoy my honey pie made me feel humiliated and insignificant.
I felt real bad.
With annoyance and subdued fury I continued with the toilet I was mopping.
It dawned on me that even though Oga sneaks into my room every night in pursuit of my honey pie, he had no regard for me.
The thought alone villified me. But then that was by the way.
The main matter on ground was the fact that Oga was travelling which meant that madam now had the entire house to herself and woe unto me I was in big trouble.
From what I overheard, Oga was going to be away for about one week and that for me meant one week of agonizing terror.
With me and madam alone in the house with the kids, revenge was not far-fetched.
It was an ideal opportunity for madam to do whatever she wanted with me and I trembled as the thought crossed my mind.
I was scared.
Madam was capable of anything not to talk of when Oga wasn’t around.
But I had no other options than to face my fate.
That night, Oga sneaked into my room once again as usual but this time I refused to open for him.
He was surprised and asked me what the problem was of which I instantly told him that I wanted to travel with him.
Oga laughed cupping his mouth with his left palm to block off the sound.
He informed me that it wasn’t going to be possible for me to travel with him because of obvious reasons. Rather he advised me to be of my best behaviour so that madam won’t see reasons to punish me unnecessarily.
I informed him that I wasn’t happy with the fact that he didn’t tell me about his travel the other night that he came to my room and he apologised saying that it escaped his mind.
I didn’t know what else to say again than to open my legs for him so he had his way.
By the time I woke up the next morning, his luggage had already been packed and was waiting for me to carry them into the car.
By 9am that morning, he left.
“Adaeze!” My madam called me as soon as Oga zoomed off.
“Yes ma,” I answered with immediate urgency.
“Will you carry your dead decaying body to this place before I close and open my eyes,” she commanded.
I ran into the master bedroom to answer in obedience.
“As you can see,” she began. “Oga just left for a conference and will not be back until next two weeks,” she continued. “If you want this house to accommodate the both of us atleast until Oga comes back, I think its high time you started telling me the truth about what my husband went to do in your room last night that I don’t know about…”
“Oga didn’t come to my room,” I replied with a trembling voice determined not to betray myself.
Madam stared at me from head to toe with visible venom in her eyes.
She seemed to be sure that her husband had been to my room the previous night.
But then there was no way I could admit such fact even if a knife was put to my neck because the situation was more or less like an individual standing between the devil and the deep blue sea.
All the options before me spelt disaster.
Admitting that I slept with Oga was a very big offence on its own therefore denying the offence was the better option.
Secondly, it was possible that madam could just be playing on my intelligence in a bid to find out the real truth by putting up that allegation to know what my response would be.
Admitting the truth would mean giving myself away cheaply.
So I hung on.
“What did my husband come to do in your room last night?” Madam continued.
“Oga didn’t come to my room ma,” I replied hanging on tenaciously.
Like lightening her right hand flashed across very fast from left to right and landed with a loud thud on my cheek.
I cried out in pain and made to escape to the kitchen but madam sprang after me energetically and furiously and drew me back to herself to continue the assault.
More slaps landed on my cheek and my wailing doubled. Yet madam continued unperturbed.
She gave me a sharp push on the forehead and I hit the back of my head very hard on the wall behind me.
The pain was very excruciating.
I screamed out so loud at the top of my voice begging madam for forgiveness but madam wasn’t done yet.
I had made up my mind not to admit that Oga came to my room even if it meant losing my life because if mere denial could fetch such punishment, only God knew the magnitude of punishment admitting the crime would fetch.
So I hung on.
And madam continued with the beating.
It wasn’t yet upto one hour Oga drove out and all these were happening.
I knew I was in big trouble.
The aggression and brutality was much and unbearable, coupled with the fact that I still had more than seven days to stay with and endure the terror.
Madam’s hands soon started aching and she dashed into her bedroom and came out brandishing a long piece of twisted wire.
Three lashes of the wire on my shoulders sent me out of the house and into the environ with severe pain.
I couldn’t endure the pain, not even for one second, so I ran out of the house and out of the compound and into the neighbouring white woman’s compound…
To Be Continued Tomorrow… Watch out!!!
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