Emmanuéllà... A Novellaby **FINAL EPISODE3* On the 15th day of September, 2012, I finally packed my stuffs and bade my mother farewell. My destination was Accra, Ghana. My intentions, to go prepare for the new semester. My savings account was credited with #180,000.00. My airline ticket all booked and paid for. Thanks to my mother. ***** See, I took a cab, of course, I did not head to the airport. I asked the taxi guy to drop me at Elegushi beach. I had sealed a deal with Purple. A deal to ruin my own life. A deal to enrich me with #240,000.00. Purple had promised. Her father is a business mogul, a well known public figure. A 65 year old man who needs the company of two young girls for just 8 days. I am not a naive girl anymore, I just needed to do this business for the last time and head back to school. Clean up my act, read well to pass and prepare to graduate. Those were my plans. Unfortunately, the reins of my own life no longer lies in my palms. I had given it away, long long ago. **** Purple picked me up at the beach and we barely spoke to each other as we boarded another taxi to her house. When we got to the house, she took me straight to her room and I met another gal, obviously younger than I am but very busty and tall. Purple brought out a wad of cash from her wardrobe and gave each of us 40k each. She told us to go freshen up and prepare for the arrival of her dad and his guest. Hmmmmmn! That was the last I saw of her. At a quarter to 6pm, someone rapped on her doors and inquired if we are Purples friends. We replied in the affirmative and he ushered us out of the room. ***** The splendour that met my eyes as we stepped into the living room can not be aptly described except by a 50pixel camera lens. I was stunned beyound words. The young man led us into the inner room and took his leave. Sitting before us were two old men, I did not need any introductions as I had seen one a hundred times in a picture album and the other- His holiness, Bishop O .......... . I had seen this face on the TV on numerous occasions. He was rumoured to have been selected for ...... in the V........n. Oh! But here we were, two old men, and two young girls. This was unbelievable. ***** I played a scene in my mind and saw where the Bishop berated Purples dad for wanting to sleep with young girls. But as I day-dreamed. Purples dad came forward, smiling and greeted us with a near-genuine smile. His holiness did not send us scampering out of the living room with our tails between our legs. No! He smiled too and welcomed us. I was surprised. I almost forgot that I was there to do ashewo business. I just wondered what the Bishop was doing in that room and why he wasnt chasing us away. I woke up from my dreams fast though, as we were again ushered into another room. ***** The Bishop retired into wherever and was never to be seen by us. I was taken into a very large room with a huge bed, a dressing table and a mirror. The other gal was ushered into a separate room.******* The ordeal began later that night. We were not allowed to take our bags into the room so I could not check the time. The man came in and asked me to strip. I obeyed willingly. Silently thankful that he is old and flabby and wouldnt last for more than 20minute max. Hmmmmmmmn. The next thing I saw was the mam stripping too and then: Man: Young girl, have you eaten? Ella: Not this evening Sir. But I took lunch before coming. Man: That will do. Now shift closer and raise your legs. ****** No small talks, no bullish*t. He plunged in and went at me like a bull enraged. Okay. I felt I was gonna tear up. Down there was on fire. It could not be his size or width, or even the glaring fact that he had swallowed Viagra. It was something else. And as he rammed, I grew weaker. I couldnt feel anything anymore, not my body or even my heartbeats. I only felt the bulldog tearing me out and hurting me. I cried a lot but every time I try to raise my head up. He had scream : DONT MOVE! ****** Hmmmmmn! I wanted it to be over but then it dawned on me that this is just day one. I had 8 days to spend here. I had earlier switched off my phones on Purples instruction. 40min/2hours/1year later. He grunted and poured. It was slimy and hot and HOT. **** It was death. I lay there, trying to stand up and beg for my life. But before I could utter a word, he said: I will be right back, let me attend to your friend. ******* To be continued. . . . . 3pm....say something about the story,and rate it
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