Chapter 3 Ifeoma It had been two weeks of hell, my hand kept me awake most of the night, i lost appetite for food, Toby brings my meals into my room. General Chemistry Fourth Edition Mcquarrie Rock Gallogly Family more. He tells me about the cartoon he watched, the treats mom bought for him, how his teacher clapped for him for being the most brilliant boy in his class. I closed my eyes and tried to drown out his tiny voice full of joy, i heard mom shouting at someone sometimes telling her to go back that i had travelled abroad.

I guessed it was Jules. Dad drives me to the pharmacy every evening, he goes on and on trying with his one sided gists to draw me out of my shell but i had long since given up on life and living. I hated daddy for lying to me, i knew it in my bones that i was adopted, why did he keep lying to me that i was their kid.

I hated mommy, i wished i could hate Toby too but he was just too sweet hate. Juliet ran to my dad' s car as soon we got to our gate. Dad slowed down. ' Want to say hi to your friend or invite her in?' I pretended not to have seen Juliet waving her hands and calling my name. What do i tell her? That my mother cooked my hand for dinner?

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All i wanted was to be left alone. I went into my room without greeting my mom who was perched on the edge of the settee her eyes glued to the plasma TV. I rummaged through my pantie bag until my hand touched what i was looking for.

I gently took it out of it pack and laid on my bed. I closed my eyes, I hoped it would be swift, it was difficult since i had the use of only one hand. I held the shiny new razor blade between my thumb and second finger, slowly i tried to reach the wrist of the hand holding the blade but it was just too difficult.

My gaze fell on the battered hand, before i could change my mind i brought the blade down with a swift slash at the wrist and watched the blood slowly drained out of me. *************************************************** Ebere I slowly emptied my bank account.

The one thing about our work is you can't save, you will want to wear the latest trend, buy the lastest Brazilian, Carribiean or Peruvian hair. Your body slowly becomes a temple which you worship, all my savings went into buying clothes, shoes, paying house rent, the level of risk we were exposed to also cost us a lot of money. One day two brothers took me to their home in ajanaku estate, opebi. They both took turns with me, when it was time to pay me they refused. I walked into their living room after dressing up, one of them was playing PS and laughing loudly.

' My money please.' He laughed and called out to his brother.' Ibrahim come pay this Olosho nau'. I flinched whenever i heard that word. The younger brother came down the stairs in his jersey short and polo. ' Me i no get any bar o, na only me f* uck her?'

I had heard this from other colleagues but it was the first time it was happening to me. ' Pay me my money now!' I screamed at the top of my lung. They both laughed. ' What will you do if we don't pay you! In fact we are not paying you!' The one playing PS said.

She want make we pay her because of her slack to.to' Ibrahim said. I remembered how the brothers had used me mercilessly the previous night, i went extra miles just to please them. I took hold of Ibrahim' s polo.

' You think you can cheat me! You must pay me up now! I saw stars swim around my head as he gave me a slap.

I stumbled back and fell on the ground hitting my head against the cool tiled floor. They both dragged me out of the room towards the gate and i cried out.

They rained blows and punches on me, i tasted the blood in my mouth as my mouth bruised. They kept hitting me until i passed out. They stripped me unclad and dumped my unconscious body in to the trunk of their car. They dumped my unclad unconscious body at the bridge intersection between Opebi and oregun, Ikeja. TBC 7 Likes 2 Shares by ( f): 1:20pm On Aug 07, 2016. : Go Girl.loving this.can't keep calm to read the end.

But u dey tey o. Can't we get the end today pleaseeee.tomorrow is Monday.. Stories take time most of us(writers) update as it comes we plan each update which is stressful while and your comment can change the plot. But some writers already have it stored they just copy and paste and you comment can't change a character from their story cause its already stored. So give her time to complete her story 4 Likes by: 1:54pm On Aug 07, 2016. : * Continues* 'Hi' I smiled before walking in a sultry catwalk to the young man calling out to me. Ever since i modified my meager wardrobe into Kanye' s designs customers started trouping towards me.

Madam B has now taken me as her right hand woman to the envy of the other girls from my village. They still don't know the power possessed by a woman' s puvssy, they didn't know i watched porn in secret to master the arts of the flesh. Sex is an art, every woman has a puvssy but not every woman is an artist. The girls from my village were still coming to work with their braids and cornrows, no man wants to f*uck an mgbeke, give him the impression that he was sleeping with his favorite porn star. My young Puvssy was always shaved, i knew when to make a client cum despite himself, i knew how to make him come back for more. I opened a gt account and began to save, rolling with the bigger girls has taught me that the real clients with money were in warri, porthacourt and Onitsha. The foreign countries where clients pay with an arm and leg were Dubai, India, Turkey and Malaysia.

Workers were highly appreciated in those countries because their laws frown upon hustling and their women do it codedly or undercover and they only give mommy f*ucks. Sabi girls like me know how to lick, suck and take it from behind, all for the money. ' Hi' i said to the young man.

My heartbeat suddenly changed tune. ' Ermmm.how much for a night? ' Wow, a whole night? I mentally tried to recall if i remembered to put a lubricant into my bag.

The reason is, men like to think they made a ho wet, you can't get us wet because we are the professionals, it is our job not yours. On getting to a hotel with a client we go into the bathroom under the pretext of answering the call of nature and lubricate our oil well very well. Indian Bangla Song Download Free. ' 50 thousand' His jaw dropped.' In this Buhari economy?' I couldn't help it, you are not supposed to laugh with a walk in client, don't give him any air of familiarity either even if he was a regular and i tried to compose myself.

' Short time is 5k' He scratched his head. ' I.want a night.

Can i give you N45 thousand?' I couldn't believe my ears, a walk in customer agreeing to pay such an amount was beyond me. ' What is your motive?' He was surprised.

' um.um.i need to lose my virginity.' ' I dont have time for stress, go get yourself a girlfriend '.

I didn't know what was wrong with me, in a single night i had broken several rules and the worst of it was that i had also committed the most unpardonable offense a worker could ever commit. I had fallen for him. He walked towards his car and i entered without asking about his location first!

He drove down to university of Suya at Allen bus stop and purchased some for me. I loved the juicy peppered meat.

He told me about himself, he was a 300 level law student at Unilag, his parents were oversea and being an only child he had a very lonely childhood. He said no girl would touch him with a ten foot pole because he was still a virgin at 23 and we both laughed.

He talked to me like we had known each other for a long time and he confessed he was always spying on me whenever he comes to Pekas with his friends. I mentally played a game. Did he see me when an unruly customer tore my top and the other girls descended on him, perhaps him and his friends had pointed finger at us, at me, thinking we were animals not worth anything in the society and i became sad. ' Babes what is the problem. ' ' Yes' i replied curtly. He nodded and went on with his monologue, injecting humor in the right places and i couldn't help laughing.

' What is your name' my God! I couldn't believe i just asked that.

He laughed and apologized for not telling me earlier. ' Ebere' another slip up but i was past the point of caring.

He drove into Omole Phase 1 estate and honked in front of a beautiful black gated house. The security opened the car and he drove in. The house was beautiful in and out, i could see how he would be lonely in such a big house but it was none of my business. He gave me a towel and i showered.

I discarded the thought of using a lubricant and got on the bed. I spread my legs apart like a sacrifice being offered to the gods. He came in and handed me a plate of fruit. ' What is this?'

' Fruits obviously, meet me downstairs please'. He sauntered out of the room and i looked around bewildered. What is wrong with this boy? I wrapped the towel around my body and went downstairs. ' What is going on?. I have to leave here by 6 am'.

' Come, come sit down' he said. I sat on the couch beside him. He was watching a movie on Netflix and he took it to the beginning of the movie.

He told me he was nervous and would rather just talk but he would pay me. We watched the movie in silent, he touched my hair, kissed my cheek and towards the end of the movie he caressed my body lightly.

I felt my eyes close sleepily and he scooped me into his arms and carried me up the stairs. I woke up by 5 am and disentangled myself from his arms. I felt his pocket and removed N5 thousand naira. I opened the door gently and let myself out, leaving behind my heart.

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