DIE! (Episode 2)

Marcus was tip toeing into his own room when Pastor Joel came out from the master’s bedroom suddenly. To the bewilderment of his son and himself, none of them could have expected to see each other in the corridor at such time.
“Dad!” Shrieked Marcus, the door to his parents’ room ought to have creaked loudly when his father opened it, but it hadn’t made any sound at all.
“What are you doing here at this time of the day?” Pastor Joel was already frowning.
“I was. . . I. . .I was just…I could hear sounds of running water when sleeping, like the kitchen tap was opened, and so I thought it wise to confirm that none of the taps in the house was opened to avoid pond before daylight.”
“And was it?”
“Noo…noo… not at all.” Marcus swallowed hard, anxious and happy that his lie was working out fine.
“Hnmmm, M-a-r-c-u-s, I have always known you to be a sleeping buffalo, how come you of all people in the house heard the running tap?”
Before Marcus could defend himself further, his father hurried him to sleep and not until he entered his room and closed the door behind himself did Pastor Joel leave the corridor and headed towards Benedicta’s room as if to confirm if truly Marcus had not visited the place.
Benedicta knew – from where she stood shivering – that the new pacing footstep that disturbed the ray of light at the base of her door wasn’t Marcus’. She could guess who it was, judging from the discussion which she had eavesdropped some few seconds back. Her fear became climaxed when the shadow stopped at her door step and she knew he was going to knock.
She flung herself into bed, and covered her ‘almost naked’ self with her blanket totally, so that the visitor would not suspect that his son had been into her room earlier.
Her fear was that the man would come in and ask her questions to justify his hypothesis about their affair. When the man knocked quietly, Bene froze under the blanket; she was practically blank about what to say to defend her poor self when interrogated.
When she did not give any response to welcome the intruder, he opened the door quietly, and Benedicta could picture another silhouette appear at her door, this was bigger than the first, an adult, no one needed to tell her who it was, she could almost see him through the blanket that covered her – it was her uncle – Pastor Joel himself.
He groped around the wall for the switch and soon turned it on. Benedicta thought for a second that the man was going to tear her apart before she started confessing and the tentative steps he took towards her made her almost jump out of bed in fear, but she maintained her posture and even pretended to snore louder at every nearing step.
Joel stood beside her and leaned towards her to wake the young girl. His first tap seemed careless but when he did tap her the second time on the same spot, Bene knew it wasn’t as careless as she had assumed.
“Bene” He was saying almost in a whisper, “Benedicta” He said again very quietly and softly before he tapped her a third time on the same spot – he bulged buttocks.
The tap was nasty and seemed unintentional each time, Benedicta could only think of continuing to pretend as if she was sleeping, her hope was that if the man was convinced that she wasn’t awake despite the tapping, he would go.
Seeing she wasn’t awaken by his tap, Joel pulled the girl’s blanket down slightly; exposing part of her bare small chest in the process. The man sniffed hard and soon started playing with the young girl’s part.
Benedicta was shocked to the bones at what her uncle was doing, at that point she didn’t know what to do, she only continued to snore in her ignorance but her heartbeat knocked against her chest so much that it seemed it would fall out, it was very unbelievable for Joel to deny noticing.
Pastor Joel chose to be deceived by her snore; he pulled the blanket off totally as he crept over the sleeping girl.
“Benedicta” He whispered again, “are you awake?”
The fifteen year old girl kept mute from shock. She couldn’t believe that the man who she thought was her uncle could attempt what his son had regularly been doing to her. ‘Clergy!’ she though and froze even more and then she blamed her parents for trusting someone in the first place, knowing that she had barely been away from them in her entire life.
“Benedictaaaa” Joel whispered playfully. As he unzipped his pants, the girl had no choice but to fight her way through, but he had been ready for this, he glued her to her bed with his powerful hands and whispered silence into her ears. “Keep calm” he said, “It’s just me, your uncle Joel”
She flinched forcefully, but his grip was tight, “This is bad” she could not tell why she whispered and didn’t scream.
“Don’t worry dear. Just don’t worry. It’ll be alright” with this he was already proceeding with his evil plan.
Benedicta could only cry quietly as she struggled forcefully with the man, but her attempts to stop him did nothing until he had had his feel over her.
The scenario went on for less than ten minutes, and when the monster was done, he shuddered and collapsed heavily beside her, a satisfied wide grin crossed his face, this made her cover her face in shame.
“C’mon baby. Stop acting like a child. . . After all, it isn’t as if you were a virgin anyway . . . you are not new at this.” His voice cut her lke a sharp knife slicing a chicken’s neck.
“But you are a Pastor!”
“Stop that, see. . . Pastor is just a title” When there was an abrupt silence after his speech, he spoke further to the sobbing girl, “see Bene, if you tell anybody about this, first I’ll tell them that you were not a virgin when this happened and I bet you they would all want to know how that happened before anyone asks me questions and I may even deny it vehemently and that would double your disgrace. The choice is yours.”
The girl kept sobbing, she could not think of the best way out, she really believed that people would actually clamor to know how a girl of fifteen wasn’t a virgin before anyone necked into how a pastor raped her but Benedicta was unaware that irrespective of the fact that she wasn’t a virgin, the Pastor’s offence was more grievous and more punishable.
Joel tried comforting the young girl before leaving her room, he tried to say as much beautiful things as he could and he even promised her many many things if she cooperated, but none of it all got her heart away from the event. She felt hurt and helpless.
He left her room before the first cock crow. She cried and cried until her eyes were sore red and when she finally slept, she overslept and had a good reason not to attend the morning devotion with others.

17 thoughts on “DIE! (Episode 2)” by Levuz (@Levuz)

  1. This is bad..very bad…and he calls himself a pastor..he is going to rot in hell…May God protect us all

    1. Levuz (@Levuz)

      @schatzilein. AMEN! (to may God protect us all)
      Thanks for reading
      Two more episodes to go.

      1. Thanks for posting

  2. @Levuz, it’s really… errrrm… when cousins have fun with themselves and worse still, when uncle and niece engage in such acts…

    1. Levuz (@Levuz)

      Very true. . . although I don’t really know what ‘errrrm’ means. Lol!
      Thanks for reading

    2. ufuoma otebele (@ufuomaotebele)

      @Innoalifa Lol its incest!

      1. @ufuomaotebele, so true and appalling…

  3. Speechless.. And when I thought Uncle was going to uncover the truth, the shameless, pretentious monster just took advantage of the poor thing..
    Wanna see how it all plays out.

  4. Nalongo (@Nalongo)

    This is very very bad!

    1. Levuz (@Levuz)

      @kingobozy, yea. I’m eager to see you seeing how it ends. I bet you would love it.

      @Nalongo, really very bad!

      Thanks for stopping by.

  5. ufuoma otebele (@ufuomaotebele)

    @Levuz OMG! my mouth was totally opened through out while I read this. I was not expecting that! Even if she’s done the thing before she is still just too young for all that presure! Am eager for the next part!

    1. Levuz (@Levuz)

      @ufuomaotebele, too young for that pressure indeed; perhaps that explains why she took the next step she took. Don’t stop reading, Thanks for commenting!

      And for ‘mouth opening while reading’, hahahahaha. . . well, my mouth was also wide opened while writing too. Lol!

  6. Again….I wonder how I missed this.
    Did I underestimate your writing?

    Also….I think you should watch your use of certain words like the part: “Dad!” Shrieked Marcus, the door to his parents’ room ought to have creaked loudly when his father opened it –

    Be mindful of what a ‘shriek’ is. I felt another word would have been appropriate like ‘gasped’. A shriek would never be the vocal response in the situation Marcus was caught.

  7. Omena (@menoveg)

    Wahala dey….see transgenerational curses o….may Oluwa-Oghene help us.

  8. Omena (@menoveg)

    …….therefore, no one bothered she was not with them for devotion.

  9. mojisola olajummy (@mjeezyfone)

    OMG, I feel like straggling the so called pastor! This is a cry out to parents. Never trust anyone with your kids especially Female children. This is one decision I’ve had my mind on ever since, I would do anything to protect my children from any and every form of sexual harassment and with the homosexuality now rampant, even same sex can’t be trusted.

  10. Na wa o!
    Forget that this is a story…someone out there maybe experiencing something similar…

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