The Devil Wears Okirika Episode 36 – 37 by Kingsley Olanrewaju Efughi

The Devil Wears Okirika by Kingsley Olanrewaju Efughi

Episode 31

There was a sharp knock on the door and the devil almost jumped out of his skin. When his father had left that morning, he had instructed him to bolt the door and assured him he would knock in a particular pattern. Now the knock sounded again and Batholomew desperately wished Pa Kenneth had locked the door from outside.
Bartholomew grew worried, he sneaked to the door, careful not to make a sound but he was dismayed to find out the door didn’t have any peephole.
The knock sounded again, louder and sharper and finally a voice, “Pa Kenneth, papa, Bartho, Dede’ are you there?”
Bartholomew gave a sigh of relief and leaned against the door as his pulse returned to normal, it was his younger brother.
“Are you alone?” He finally asked.
“Yes, please let me in before someone sees me and decides to come visiting.”
Bartholomew unlocked the door and carefully stood to the side. Sofiri stumbled in immediately and he shut the door.
“Oh brother, the youths suspect me, papa saved me last night they would have killed me. They believe I’m conniving with you as an accomplice.”
Bartholomew gritted his teeth in fury, “Then you shouldn’t have come. It’s a stupid risk you took, one of them could easily be following you and wonder who opened up for you especially if papa has been seen in the market square this morning.”
He paused to take a deep breath and as if on cue he was interrupted by a knock.

Reverend Okorie had been silencing his phone since he arrived at the hospital but whoever was at the other end of the line was very determined and finally he excused himself and answered it. “Ovie? Yes, yes he’s fine. No, no, no, you and Bukky and Deacon Oforbuike plus evangelist Tomori are in charge for the time being. The main church and the youth church. Yes. Maybe later later this week. Yes of course he’ll follow us. ” he ended the call.
“Ovie is worried about tomorrow’s service?” Gregory guessed correctly.
“Yes, but evangelist Tomori is around and the deacon also, the service should go well,” the reverend replied.
“I won’t really count on the deacon,” said a barely audible voice from the bed and everybody in the room were immediately on their feet happily talking to Osi and touching him.
Osi felt a strange kind of numbness in his chest region but the blinding pain the knife had inflicted was gone or maybe it just reduced drastically. However he felt lightheaded and had the sensation that his head could fall off if he moved it too much. He also wanted to get to his feet and stretch his joints but for now he was stuck horizontally besides he wasn’t sure he could stand yet without his knees giving up under him. He noticed Amara sitting on the bed opposite him and his face broke into a wide smile. “Amara…” His voice trailed off when he saw the young boy sitting next to her. “Jelemba, you came to see me,” he said slowly.
“Yes, pastor,” the young boy replied happily.
Amara remembered something suddenly, “I saw Jelemba this morning in the market square he was searching for you, he said he wanted to tell you something.”
“Re…really,” Osi tried to sit up but he couldn’t.
Jelemba looked uncertainly at the faces watching him earnestly.
“Its okay boy, we are your friends,” Reverend Okorie assured him.
He nodded and opened his mouth to speak. “Last week, I was with the dibia and we were….”
The curtain parted again and Dé John entered the room accompanied by Pa Kenneth.
“Our hero needs to rest, we shouldn’t stress him,” Pa Kenneth said hurriedly cutting short Jelemba who had just started speaking freely.
Dé John shook hands with Reverend Okorie. His eyes drifted to Jelemba and he turned to Pa Kenneth, “This is the young boy? The medium? He looks so much better now. Much better that before.”
Osi had been watching the young boy eagerly and he noticed how his face seemed to close up when the elders entered the room.
De’ John was speaking, “Pa Kenneth has agreed to take the young boy as his ward and look after him. We need to endeavour to give the young lad a normal childhood.”
No one said anything for a while but the atmosphere in the room was one of agreement.
The silence stretched for some seconds until Jelemba said in a low voice, “No, I don’t want to go.”
“Jelemba, what did you say?” Amara asked him in a surprised voice.
“I want to go with Pastor Osi, I don’t want Pa Kenneth.”
“What nonsense,” Pa Kenneth was quite livid, “you can’t just dump that kind of responsibility on his shoulders the pastor has duties back in….”
“Actually sir, it won’t be a problem,” Reverend Okorie interrupted him politely. “It would be a pleasure to take him under our wing, there’s nothing I’d like more than to supervise and help his spiritual growth.”
Before Pa Kenneth could reply, and he looked like he was about to protest, nurse Nkiru parted the curtain and walked in cheerfully.
“My! We have a full house, there’s our hero, you’re up,” she observed the IV bag which was almost finished. She fiddled with the valve a little and observed Osi. “I’m sure you’d like to sit up may be even use the toilet?”
He nodded gratefully. He was tired of lying down on his back.
He swung his feet to the side as she helped him in a sitting position.

The knock sounded again sharper and impatiently and Batholomew began to shake, “Oh God, you were followed, someone followed you here.”
Sofiri’s eyes grew wide as he also began to panic. “I’m sure no one followed me here. No one saw me, I was careful,” he whispered, although he sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
The knock sounded again, sharp and impatient.
“Quick, hide somewhere. I have to see who is at the door.”
He waited till Bartholomew ran into one of the rooms before he walked briskly to the door and opened it half expecting to see the butcher and a dozen youths at the other end but it was Dé Nwachukwu.
“What took you so long? Why did you waste time?” He asked crossly. His eyes narrowed suddenly, “wait…what are you doing here?”
“Pa Kenneth brought me to his place early this morning, the youths were behaving extremely violent towards me and he concluded this was the safest place for me right now. My wife too, oh God.” He let his voice break.
Dé Nwachukwu looked at him blankly and simply said, “Hmm,” he took a step inside, forcing Sofiri backwards, “so where is the elder now?”
“Errm, he left early this morning,” Sofiri replied.
Dr Nwachukwu strolled into the living room, his eyes idly scanning everywhere as he moved about. “You mean he left you alone in his house?” He paused and looked directly at Sofiri with unreadable eyes.
Sofiri’s heart bounced about his chest and he looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. “Yes sir, he said I’d be safe in his house for now and I totally agree. Sir, the youths really want to harm me especially the butcher.”
“Hmm, I can’t blame them, your brother is a devil, he almost killed my daughter last night,” as he spoke he moved round the small apartment, his eyes roaming around.
Sofiri held his breath when Dé Nwachukwu opened one of the room doors and peered inside.
Dé Nwachukwu looked at him and his expression was unreadable.
“You know what? I find it strange, Pa Kenneth was always conscious about his security, his home especially, I find it strange
that he’d leave you just like that in his place.”
As he spoke he moved to the other door.
He stopped with his hand on the door knob
“Come to think of it,” He frowned, “Pa Kenneth….no it can’t be.”
Sofiri was watching the door with wide eyes but he suddenly seemed to focus on what the elder was saying.
Dé Nwachukwu was staring at him as if he was just seeing him for the first time. Sofiri was suddenly scared he knew what was coming.
“There used to be a rumour that a Kenneth once had boys in another village. We were made to believe the mother took the boys back to the North but….” He removed his hand from the door knob and scratched his jaw deep in thought. The strange thing is you and the pastor would fit the age perfectly.”
The minute the words were out of his mouth the door opened behind him and Batholomew grabbed him forcefully from behind.

“What were you saying, young lad?” Reverend Okorie had not forgotten that Jelemba had been about to tell them something important before the old men had interrupted them and he reminded the young boy.
But Jelemba seemed hesitant. He began to stutter and Osi noticed a look of fear had entered his eyes.
“Errm, errm…”
“Talk to me, boy. Everything is alright. No one is going to hurt you,” Reverend Okorie urged.

Dé Nwachukwu was no match for the force of sheer youth that gripped him from behind. He was still experiencing symptoms of the cold he had caught early that morning from running around the woods half naked and getting grabbed from behind in such a way made him feel like his bones could easily be turned to liquid.
“What do you know about Pa Kenneth and his sons? What do you know?” Bartholomew was shouting in his ear and gripping him roughly, crushing his wind pipe.
Even if the old man tried to talk and explain himself, he couldn’t.
“Please reduce your voice, someone can hear you.” Sofiri cautioned his brother with a little fear in his eyes.
“I don’t care, I’m going to kill this man,” Bartholomew seemed to have lost it suddenly. He looked and sounded crazy and couldn’t seem to keep his voice down.
“I’ve never had a man before,maybe I’m going to rip this old fool apart. Violate his fragile rectum, since I couldn’t have any of his daughters, he might as well take their place,” he gave a crazy laugh and even Sofiri took an involuntary step back. His big brother had gone bananas.
Dé Nwachukwu had never been a good Christian. He didn’t have any belief in a sovereign and divine God like his daughters. He also didn’t really lean towards the science of the land, also known as the way of the dibia. But hearing Bartholomew speak about the unholy and wicked plans he had for him, the elder of Amaife found a little space and a little wind to gasp out, “Jesus Christ! Save me from this devil.”
Someone knocked on the door…

Outside Pa Kenneth’s house, Oluchi asked Joy, “Are you sure Dé is inside this house. I don’t think anyone is home.”
Joy frowned, “he told me he was coming here to see Pa Kenneth, that they were going to talk and plan about the general meeting and discuss what next to do.”
“He’s not here, please can we go to the hospital now, I need to see Amara,” Paul said rather sullenly. He had followed the girls simply because he wanted to see Amara and talk to her.
“Wait let me at least knock, I think I heard something,” Joy said wondering why Paul still disturbed himself over Amara when she was clearly in love with someone else.
She knocked on the door.

The knock froze every one in their tracks. At first it sounded like a sound from far away and not from the door leading to the living room and after some seconds of silence Bartholomew resumed applying pressure on the old man’s throat.
By this point Dé Nwachukwu was about to give up the ghost. But then the knock sounded again, sharp and longer.
The sound caused Batholomew to jerk in shock. He obviously thought whoever had been at the door had left. The sudden movement freed a little space and Dé Nwachukwu tried to shout although it was almost impossible. His throat was raw and it came out as a hoarse whisper.
“H-elp. Help.”

“Did you hear that?” Joy asked.
“Hear what?” Oluchi asked, clearly confused.
“Look can we get the hell out of,” Paul said.
“Shh,” Joy interrupted him rudely, raising her hand sharply.
The trio fell silent as their ears perked up. Surely they heard a faint voice. A voice Joy recognised immediately as her father’s.
“Heeelp me, please.”
There was a sudden silence as though he had been shut up via violence.
“That’s my father,” Joy screamed.
She attacked the door, hitting with her fists and palms, trying to force it open. They heard raised voices from inside, or a raised voice, a voice that sounded very crazy and frustrated.
“Oh my God, Paul break down this door,” Oluchi yelled.

Dé Nwachukwu felt his throat burning. It was literally on fire, yet he somehow managed to speak out. It was an intended shout yet it was just a little louder than his first whisper. The result was a blinding pain in his throat that made him feel like he forced a ball of fire down his throat.
Bartholomew grew more enraged. He hit Dé Nwachukwu on the back of his head with his elbow causing the elder to collapse on the floor.
“I’m going to beat you to death. You old bastard.” he yelled.
“Bart,” Sofiri began worriedly.
“Stay out of it,” Bartholomew barked. He kicked the elder in his midriff. “Old son of a bitch, what do you know about Pa Kenneth and his sons?”
“Bart, I think someone is at the…” THUD!
There was a loud hit on the door. Someone was trying to force it open.

“I think we should all leave the pastor to rest well and recover,” Pa Kenneth interrupted Jelemba for the second time that afternoon.
“I agree, we have to be on our way also. De’ Nwachukwu must be searching for us, there’s so much to be done,” Dé John added.
“Actually, I’m okay and I really want to hear what Jelemba came to tell me,” Osi said hastily.
“What exactly is it you have to say?” Dé John asked the boy irritably.
Something in his voice seemed to get to the young boy and a spark suddenly entered his eyes and he found his voice.
“After the dibia was summoned, that night Papa Kenneth visited his hut, he brought a satchel of tobacco and while they smoked it I overhead him instruct the dibia to declare Okudili as the man behind the crimes.” He rushed the words out, as if scared that he would run out of courage if he spoke slowly. However the only thing he ran out of was steam and he panted with his tongue out while a stunned silence enveloped the room.
Dé John was the first to speak after some seconds. He blinked rapidly and looked at his leader.
“Elder, Papa, what is he saying? What does he mean?”
Pa Kenneth was silent. But there was a movement in his cheek as he worked his jaw.
Osi began to feel like Sherlock Holmes. He could suddenly see the light.
He could fit all pieces of the puzzle together. At least he hoped he could.
But one thing was sure, if he could see the full picture his resolution was going to be messed up.

At first Paul rammed his shoulder into the door with as much force as he could muster. He went again, and again, and again.
But the door was too sturdy and he realised his shoulder was more likely to shift from the hinges of its socket first before the door.
He moved back and kicked the door, hard.
It was firmly bolted and apart from making a loud noise he wasn’t really making much progress.
Joy was on fire, she emerged from wherever she had disappeared to earlier with a thick stick in her hand. She ran to the window near the door which had to be the kitchen window, although she didn’t care. She swung the stick with much force and the glass cracked open immediately and she proceeded to climb in through the window but strong arms hefted her back. It was Paul. He held her back and handed her to Oluchi who soothed her while she kicked in resistance.
Paul took off his beloved leather jacket and wrapped it round his hand. He hit the edge of the window frame breaking off the remaining shards of glass that stuck out. He then proceeded to climb through the window.
“Stay here,” he shouted over his shoulder at the two girls.
“Be careful,” Oluchi replied.
“Over my dead body. I’m coming in, that’s my father.” Joy shouted with much venom.

Bartholomew was waiting to the side of the window with a pestle in his hand. The moment the jerk crawled through he was going to split his skull open.
Sofiri was tasked with holding the semi conscious elder still across the room.
He called out to his brother. “Please don’t hurt him, he’s my very good friend, he’s a good person.”
Bartholomew scoffed, “You better wake up and behave
yourself.”

Episode 37

Dé John was the first to speak. He looked confused and a look of disbelief was clearly written on his face.
“Pa Ken, I don’t understand, what is this young boy saying?”
Pa Kenneth was silent. He looked at Jelemba with much hatred on his face. He hated himself for leaving such a deadly loose end. The day he had killed the dibia, he had searched the hut, searched the shrine inside out hoping to see the young boy and end his life. His life had been saved that day and now here he was, haunting him with the truth.
Pa Kenneth cursed himself for not returning to search for the boy.
De John interrupted his thoughts once more. Disbelief dripped from his voice as he asked, “Pa Kenneth, is it true? Does the boy speak the truth?”
The silence that followed was deafening, everyone seemed to be holding their breath waiting for his reply.
Pa Kenneth looked at the faces that surrounded him. He took a deep breath, which gave the impression of a defeated gesture.
Osi held his breath thinking, this is it, we’re about to hear a confession.
But when the elder spoke he surprised him
“It is clear that this boy has been possessed by whatever evil spirit he and the dibia used to worship. What nonsense tales is this boy speaking about?”
“You visited at night and when the tobacco smoke got too much for me, I went outside, but I didn’t go far, I stayed outside the hut and listened and I heard you,” Jelemba countered with wide eyes and Osi believed him.
Dé John kept on looking like a spectator in a tennis match, to and fro, from Pa Kenneth to Jelemba and Osi could see the man was clearly confused.
“What do you plan to gain by telling such lies against me? Do you know who I am? I’m the leader of this village.” He looked around the room with a smile Osi thought was a little forced and nervous. “It’s a good thing I came to check on the pastor, this possessed liar would have spoken all kind of things against me and I wouldn’t know.”
“Actually, I don’t believe this boy is possessed. Maybe before, but not anymore, he’s a new being, all things have passed away, including his former life. He is now Christ-like, he is not possessed, sir,” Osi said.
Reverend Okorie looked at his youth pastor thoughtfully. It was very clear Osi had just made a stand.
“Sir, what do you think?” The Reverend directed his question to Dé John.
Pa Kenneth barged in, “what do you mean by what does he think? Dé John knows me very well and there’s no way he would believe this conniving little criminal. What would I have to gain by setting up the village drunk?”
“Maybe to protect Pastor Bartholomew,” Osi said in a low voice, almost like he was thinking to himself, “I wonder why, unless you’re close friends. No, that’s not enough. Unless you’re related,” He raised his voice suddenly, “that’s it, isn’t it? You’re his uncle?” He watched the old man’s reaction closely and knew he had missed it. “No, not his uncle, you’re his father.”
“You’re a bastard,” Pa Kenneth said through clenched teeth.
Dé John had been silent all along. He remembered something troubling. Pa Kenneth had taken a portion of the tobacco stash from the items the dibia had requested for. His excuse was that it was too much and he was sure the dibia was going to smoke it anyway.
Dé John knew Pa Kenneth wasn’t much of a smoker and he had wondered why the man bothered himself to cut the tobacco at the time. Now this young lad might have just provided the answer. He was still thinking along these lines when the tall pastor dropped another bomb.
Pa Kenneth was Bartholomew’s father?
He looked at Pa Kenneth in disbelief, “Elder is this true?”
Pa Kenneth looked at him. He had a wild and angry look in his eyes. Dé John had never seen their meek elder look like that before.
“Are you that stupid to believe all this rubbish?”
Osi got to his feet. He winced a bit as he felt the pain in his chest but he was getting too excited to notice.
“I can prove it to you, the youths have been searching for Bartholomew without luck right? That’s because they’re searching the wrong place. I can bet my left arm that Bartholomew is hiding in your elder’s house as we speak.”
“You bastard,” Pa Kenneth charged at him with surprising agility for an old man. He grabbed a surprised Osi by the throat and forced him back on the bed.
Gregory and the Reverend were the closest and they immediately interfered.
They held the old man still while he shouted and threatened.
“You all are exiled from Amaife. How can you come to my village and insult me like this? How dare you?” He struggled to look at his colleague. “Dé, are you going to stand by and do nothing while these foreigners insult me in this shameful manner?”
Dé John cleared his throat, “Ehem, I believe you elder but there won’t be any harm in going to search your house just to prove this
young man wrong once and for all. I believe that is fair.” “I agree,” Amara said.
“I can’t believe you, .my supposed fellow elder. In fact, you’re also exiled. I don’t need you in Amaife.” He barked.
“Papa Kenneth, you alone do not make up Amaife. So you do not have the sole power to carry out an exile sentence,” Dé John replied him slowly.
Osi touched his throat subconsciously as he sat up, “Please we’re wasting precious time, where is his house, let’s do this once and for all.”
“I’d lead the way, Amara go ahead and gather the youths, tell them to meet us on the path to his house, by the T intersection.” Amara nodded. She stopped by Osi’s bed as she headed to the door. “Promise me you won’t leave this clinic. You need to rest.”
Honestly even if he wanted to, he couldn’t leave. He was already feeling drowsy again. Ever since the nurse had come and fiddled with the drip he was receiving, although he would have loved to go with them and see for himself.
“I’ll stay with him don’t worry,” Gregory offered. The truth was he wasn’t in the frame of mind to go hunting for a deadly killer.
Amara was obviously satisfied with that and she hurried out.
“Pa Kenneth, when we release you please don’t cause trouble and attack anybody. Your place is not far and we can solve this mess once and for all, just be patient, elder,” Dé John told his friend as they released him.
The elder didn’t make any movement but he looked at Osi in a way that made the pastor swallow. If looks could kill, his head would have been blown off, that was for sure.
“I have a feeling we should hurry, time is of the essence,” Reverend Okorie spoke up and they immediately filed out of the room. Dé John leading the way, followed by Pa Kenneth and Reverend Okorie.
Jelemba stayed behind with Gregory.
“Greg, I think you should follow them, that man is still very strong and I don’t like leaving Reverend alone with him,” Osi told his friend.
“Hmmm…” Gregory hesitated.
“I promise I won’t leave this room, please go.”
Gregory hurried out of the room, although his movements were a bit hesitant.

Joy climbed through the window just in time to see the massive pestle land on Paul’s back as he rounded the corner. He howled in pain and fell to the ground.
Bartholomew stepped into view and lifted the pestle prepared to land a killing strike.
Joy screamed, “No.”
Sofiri shouted, “Waaait,” and he surprised himself by jumping on his brother and wrestling with him for the pestle.
“What are you doing? You’re turning your back on me, is that it?” Bartholomew shouted at his kid brother.
Joy stood rooted to the spot while both men struggled. But it was obvious Bartholomew was stronger and it was just a matter of time. She looked around frantically for an object she could use to attack. Or most likely defend herself.
“Brothe, not this way, this isn’t the way to go, please brother. I love you but not this way, I beg you.”
Bartholomew wrestled the pestle out of his hands and without wasting time he struck his younger brother square in the face.
The impact made a sickening crunching sound and Sofiri fell to the floor.
However, Bartholomew seemed to have lost interest in Paul’s body on the floor. His eyes were now on Joy who had picked up a broom and held it as a weapon. She looked very pathetic indeed.
“Look here., if you try to fight it, you’ll regret it. But it would be easier if you succumb to it.” He smiled wickedly, “you might even enjoy it.”
He took a step closer and another, the pestle still in his hands and Joy suddenly felt trapped.
She wanted to turn and run through the window but the distance was short and she knew he would drag her back in with ease before she went through.
Bartholomew was still advancing, “you’re very beautiful you know that. I’ve dreamed of having your sister for as long as I can remember but it seems you were destined to be mine, after all.”
Joy turned and ran to the door. She tried the handle open but it wouldn’t budge. She couldn’t see any bolt holding it. She tried the handle again but nothing happened.
She heard the jingle of keys and turned to see Bartholomew shaking a bunch of keys mockingly.
“Looking for this? Hahaha, I’d advice you to be a good girl and lie on the floor. This won’t hurt so much.”
“Over my dead body,” she shouted.
She threw the broom at Bartholomew and was satisfied it hit him in the face. She hurried to the other end and out the door to another room. She saw her father on the floor and she knelt beside him as tears filled her eyes. “Papa. Dé, papa wake up please.”
She wept out in relief when she noticed he was still breathing.
“There’s nowhere to hide, this house has just two rooms and I know it like the back of my hands.” Bartholomew rubbed his eye with the back of his hand. The broom had managed to hit his left eye and it irritated him terribly. He could hardly see from it. He was very angry.
He made a promise that second to make sure she would be at his most gruesome rapist/murder best. “You’re going to regret this, when I’m done with you, I’m going to use this pestle on you and it’s the wide end I’ll use.”
His voice had grown dangerously close and Joy looked around hopelessly for a weapon.
“Where the hell is the kitchen?”
She sneaked through the adjoining door just as Bartholomew entered. She entered into the second room and she could only hope the second door led to the kitchen.

Bartholomew entered the second room and was shocked to see Joy on the bed.
She lay down willingly and although she looked scared, she had removed her skirt and just had on her underwear. Her blouse was still on. The look of fear in her eyes and the fact that she had complied gave him a feeling of power. He felt himself get hard immediately.
“Now this is what I’m talking about,” he said in a low tone as he advanced to the bed, “I will not hurt you after all.” He knew that was a big lie. He was going to damage and break her spirit before totally destroying her body.
But first he was going to have a little fun.
“Take of your blouse,” he instructed her as he set the pestle gently on the floor beside his feet.
Joy’s hands were shaking as she did what he asked. She was scared and felt her plan was a stupid one and was going to back fire. Maybe she would be lucky and Paul would wake up or her dad. But she couldn’t count on that.
Bartholomew ripped his shirt open, popping the buttons with much urgency.
“Take of your bra, I want to see you.” Each word dripped with lust.
Joy complied slowly. The cold steel pressed against her bare back but it didn’t give her any assurance.
“Now your panties,” Bartholomew instructed as his eyes roamed greedily, photographing every inch of her exposed skin.
The moment she removed her underwear. She felt so naked, vulnerable and abused. But she had to do what she had to. She wasn’t ready to die yet. She was just seventeen.
Bartholomew kicked his briefs off and stood stark naked before her.
He strode to the bed in hurried steps. “My Lord, I’m going to enjoy this, you have a very matured body.”
He climbed the bed and and he was sure he could hear her heart beating. She was terrified yet willing and it excited him more.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’re going to enjoy it.”
He parted her legs roughly and she knew it was now or never. “Wait, you’re very big. Lemme feel you,” she forced the words out of her mouth, not sure it came out as she intended it to.
Bartholomew stopped. He looked surprised but then he smiled. He loved it when they tried to please him, hoping that he wouldn’t kill them. Their deaths were usually the worst. He had a gruesome murder planned for this one but he was going to play along.
“Here touch it,” he guided her hand.
Joy swallowed her disgust and forced herself to take his throbbing, pulsing manhood in her hand.
“You like it, don’t you?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
After some seconds Bartholomew said, “Well let’s get down to business.”
“Wait, lemme, lemme…” She couldn’t say it but she had to force it out, “lemme suck it.”
“Wow,” Bartholomew was really surprised. He was clearly knocked off guard. No one had ever said that before. It seemed this girl really wanted to survive. He was going to enjoy killing her. She survived once, he was sure she won’t slip off his hands again. “Okay, lovely, I’d like that very much. Sit up and show me what you got.”
Oh yes, he was really going to enjoy himself. He closed his eyes for a second enjoying the way her hands caressed his manhood.
He didn’t know she was carrying out measurements.
He opened his eyes, wondering why he hadn’t felt her warm breath and wet tongue on his member.
He saw the knife at the last second. But it was too late.
Joy brought her hand down with as much force as possible. The knife was very sharp.
The blade sliced Bartholomew’s manhood perfectly.

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To Be Continued…

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