THE WOMAN GAME Episode 3 – Missing Pen

THE WOMAN GAME Episode 3 – Missing Pen

“Cynthia, won’t you like to spend your holidays with Bianca my friend?” My aunt said giving me a evil smile.

I started to feel uneasy as I sensed my aunt’s intentions. Swiftly, I rose from my seat and retreated to my room, my mind racing.

While deep in thought, I heard the creaking of my room’s door, and my attention shifted towards the unexpected intruder.

“Hello,” my aunt’s friend greeted, waving as she entered the room.

“Good day, ma. Is there something you need?” I inquired, my voice quivering.

“I came to talk,” she replied, advancing toward my bed.

She sat down and patted the bed, signaling for me to join her. Reluctantly, I complied.

After about ten minutes of conversation, her gestures grew inappropriate as she started touching my legs. She closed her eyes and made soft sounds as she caressed my thighs.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, I removed her hand, but she persistently returned it to my lap. As her hand ventured towards my undergarments, I mustered the courage to stand up.

“Please, stop, ma. I don’t like this,” I said, my voice laced with sadness and a distressed expression on my face.

“What? Don’t worry, you’ll come to enjoy it. I know it’s your first time, but trust me,” she replied with a soft tune.

Seeing that I wouldn’t sit by her on the bed, she stood up, grabbed my waist, and tried to pull me closer. With force, she leaned in for a deep kiss, attempting to insert her tongue into my mouth, when the door made a noise, causing her to break off abruptly.

“Cynthia!” My uncle called out as he entered the room. “Did I interrupt something?” he asked, his gaze fixed deep into my eyes.

I stood there, speechless and petrified. My aunt’s friend hung her head in shame. Tears welled up in my eyes, and sensing the chilling atmosphere, my aunt’s friend excused herself and left for her own home.

Finally regaining my voice, I attempted to explain, “Uncle, it’s…”

“I know, I understand what they were trying to do. Don’t worry; I’ve got your back,” my uncle interjected, offering reassurance.

I felt empowered, knowing that regardless of my aunt’s intentions, I wouldn’t be going anywhere. To further secure my safety, my uncle made it clear during dinner that I wouldn’t be leaving.

Upon hearing this, my aunt lost her appetite and left the dining room. Later that night, I overheard my aunt and uncle arguing over the issue, but my uncle remained resolute.

It was 5 a.m., and I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when my uncle approached me, wrapping his arms around me and planting a kiss on my neck. I swiftly turned around, pushing him away, avoiding his attempt to hold my hands. He grew furious.

“It’s either you choose me or that lady. You can’t escape it,” my uncle declared angrily before storming off.

My pen don’t bleed ❣️❣️❣️❣️ it writes…..

🫴©️ Missing pen