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| The Jolly Ride To Hell - By Benedict Chidiele |
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eave
me alone! Let me go!" Nkechi shouted at the top of her voice. Her fear
caused her to perspire beyond control; she was almost drenched in her own sweat.
She could sense the gloom of the Grim Reaper about to snatch the life away from
her. "Please, go away! Leave me alone, Bode, please!"
But Bode was resolute. I must have my way, he thought. It's about time.
Without
wasting time he had begun to rip her clothes off her body. He was savage about
it. There was to be no mercy. His sharp claws cut deep into her supple skin in
the process of laying her body bare and naked for his schemes and lascivious
desires.
Nkechi
was hopeless and in pain. Summoning one last will and show of courage she
kicked him in the groin area and immediately made for the door. But just as she
was about to turn the lock to open the door and unto safety, she heard a heavy
sound of a bottle striking and clashing against a human skull - her skull; and then she felt it. In
that fraction of a second she felt the excruciating pain like a time bomb
exploded in her brain. But it was already late to claw herself back from the
waiting jaws of death, as she slumped with a heavy thud on the floor.
Bode
looked at her lifeless body, victorious and fulfilled. And then slowly he began
to remove the last vestiges of clothing covering Nkechi's fully ripe adolescent
body. He could perceive her full curves and tender womanhood in all its glory.
His eyes hurriedly riveted to her firm, round, tender breasts. They seemed
huge, more than he had imagined them each time he had stared at her chest
whenever they were in class and on the playground.
At
that point he felt his manhood harden against his pants. They were in desire;
the lust was burning crimson in his heart. The hot flushes of passion engulfed
his loins.
Nkechi
would be 16 by May 21st. Bode would be 18 by the 30th of September. It was the
4th day of April, 2016. It would be Nkechi's last on this world as she knew it.
Yet
on this day and at this nefarious hour, Bode could only think of one thing and
one thing alone filled his heart and lips: "Finally I shall have her body
all to myself. I shall taste her tender fruits. I shall have my fill whether
she is dead or alive!" He swore. "To hell with the gods and
consequences!" He cursed in rage.
And
without wasting further time, he began to remove his trousers and then the
inner shorts. Another quick moment later, he was riding the lifeless Nkechi rapid
and reckless, like a redheaded cowboy on the dusty plains of Texas. He was the
king of her body. He felt majestic. He enjoyed it...
Just
as he was riding his glory horse and commandeering it like an expert cowboy set
loose on the desolate wild wide west, the door suddenly caved way, smashed open
and forward by a brute force too compelling for even a thousand men to hold
firm against. His attention was immediately swayed from his amorous conquest. His
fate swayed with it that instant.
What
was to follow, however, could only be explained by the many brain matter
splashed and splattered all over the room's wall, and still was, even a month
after the jolly hell ride to perdition...
...to be continued...
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