The husband’s countenance towards me changed dramatically after the night I turned down his sex offer, and became harsh and aggressive. He barked at me at the slightest opportunity and complained about everything I did. The day I mistakenly poured water on the floor while trying to fetch drinking water, I got a very dirty slap on my face and a promise to make it worse next time I ever tried it again.

My madam noticed the change in the husband’s behaviour too and wondered secretly within herself even though she didn’t mention it to me. One evening while I was washing plates inside the kitchen, madam’s husband came into the kitchen and stood quietly behind me.

It was when he cleared his throat that I turned abruptly and my legs shivered.

“You think you’re smart right?” He asked staring at me.

“No sir,” I replied still trembling. “I’m sorry sir.”

“You rejected my proposal right?” He asked again. “I will make this house very unbearable for you till you learn your lesson.”

The words sent shivers down my spine and my legs wobbled out of fear. During my quiet moment I thought about all my madam’s husband said to me and felt the need to give him what he wanted atleast to have his support. Madam’s maltreatment alone was hell not to talk of when Oga joined in the maltreatment, the situation was terribly horrible.

But then I didn’t know how to call the husband and tell him my decision. Day after day, more and more punishments came my way and Oga stopped intervening in madam’s mistreatment unlike before when he never supported my madam.

Then one evening when I came to clear the dishes which the husband used in eating water melon, I gathered courage and blinked my left eye to him which he instantly interpreted and kept silent. I had learnt back in the village in normal gossip among village teens that blinking to a man signified interest so at that point I had to employ it on my madam’s husband.

Then that night, the expected happened. My madam’s husband sneaked into my room and this time I didn’t resist. In the darkness of the night, his fingers searched for the wetness of my young orifice and when he found it, fingered it gingerly.

Then he ordered me to pull my pant and I obeyed instantly out of fear. He opened my legs wide and lay on top of me as I felt a hard part of him push into me and felt sharp severe pain. I restrained myself from screaming for fear of waking my madam but I couldn’t help muffling a groan.

He wasn’t gentle at all and moved in and out of me erratically till he started convulsing like an epileptic and I felt warm liquid spurt into me. Then he collapsed on top of me panting. Next thing he got up, wore his boxers and tiptoed back into their master bedroom…

From that night onwards, madam’s husband became friendly once again towards me to the great consternation of my madam. The husband defended me at the slightest opportunity leaving my madam marveled and confused. There was a day my madam hit me for spilling water mistakenly on the kitchen floor while washing plate.

That day was a Saturday and my madam’s husband didn’t go to work. The pain of the flattened right palm of my madam landing on the mid-region of my back made me shout out as she continued the assault unperturbed. Hearing my scream from inside the bedroom, my madam’s husband hurriedly ran from the bedroom to the kitchen to find out what was happening.

“Could you imagine that this stupid girl carelessly poured water on the floor upon all my warning,” my madam explained as soon as the husband got to the kitchen.

“And so bloody what?” The husband barked shocking my madam into silence. She had expected her husband to support her like before but surprisingly the response she got was more shocking than expected.

“Enough is enough with these your wickedness,” the husband continued. “And let this be the last time you will ever treat this young girl like this. I even regret why I bailed you from that police custody, wicked woman.” The husband bawled.

My madam couldn’t utter any word in reply. She was deeply stunned by her husband’s sudden and unexpected outburst worsened by the fact that it all happened in the presence of the most insignificant of people – my humble self. The husband turned and went back into the bedroom. My madam stood still not knowing what to do again. I stood where I was equally confused.

At long last she slowly went into the bedroom with her husband while I remained in the kitchen half-happy and half-confused.

Through out that day my madam didn’t utter any word to me. She didn’t issue any order as usual and I did just the chores I knew I had to do. The whole house remained silent like a grave yard sake for the occasional cries of the baby which stopped as soon as my madam intervened with b—-t milk and lullabies.

And so the silence continued till night came and everyone went to bed. Around 3am, the husband tip-toed into my room once again to enjoy my young innocent honey pie…
The husband found me lying innocently on my small mattress with an ugly-looking night gown. He didn’t utter any word but stared on at me for some seconds before he drew close. I woke up when I felt a hand gently tap me on the shoulder and I opened my eyes.

“Baby its me,” he whispered. “Its me baby,” he repeated.

I already knew what he wanted so I didn’t waste time in pulling my pant and positioning myself adequately for him. He entered from the front as usual and started thrusting like a typical he-goat mating a she-goat. But then as he gradually approached the point of no return, the door to their master bedroom gently creaked open and the husband froze with fear and paused abruptly in the middle of his thrusts.

He was lying in-between my legs when the door opened and madam walked out of the room and towards the toilet. The lights were off so everywhere was dark except for the torch madam brandished. The husband motioned to me to keep silent which I obeyed.

He hurriedly withdrew his d!ck from me and quietly wore back his boxers. Madam walked straight to the toilet and pushed the door open. The door opened but there was no one inside. The husband saw the opportunity and slid back into the master bedroom.

After some seconds, my madam closed the door and returned to the bedroom. I listened attentively as madam asked her husband where he had gone and the husband replied that he had gone to the balcony to bring in his clothes.

After that, everywhere became silent again. But then my instinct told me that madam must have decoded what happened even though she didn’t voice it out. It was the question she asked me the next day that sent my heart and entire body quivering anew…
“My husband came to your room last night, didn’t he?” My madam asked peering suspiciously into my face.

“Madam No o,” I lied hotly.

It was very unthinkable for me to accept such ugly truth not to talk of voicing it out.

“Oga no come my room o,” I added.

“Can you swear by the name of God that Oga no come your room last night?” she continued.

“Madam I swear, Oga no come my room, I swear.” I replied.

“Its alright, let’s watch and see,” she concluded and walked back into their master bedroom leaving me standing alone in the kitchen and battling with my unsettled conscience…

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