ADA (5)

... Young Ada almost dozed off an hour after midnight. She thought he wouldn't come this night or perhaps her analysis and conclusion was wrong. Then she heard the squeaky sound of hinges. It was him. Francis tiptoed into her room. She would never let this happen again, she assured herself mentally as her heartbeat spiked. She had a plan,a dangerous one. She cared less. Tonight,she was ready to be free-whatever that turns out to mean.

Apparently irked by what he saw,francis gave little thought to the reason Ada,may have decided sleep in her shirt and trousers. He almost grew suspicious but nothing was going to spoil his big plans for the night. Ignoring the risks,he bent over after fondling his erection briefly,and began to undress his young niece.

Completely surrendered to the will of his pervasions,francis failed to notice how Ada turned when necessary,helping him strip her. It was like they say;

"when a dog ignores his sense of smell;death is inevitable"

Ada watched without moving her eyelids. She touched the knife beside her bed, to make sure it was ready. She prayed for courage to do what she planned.

In his twisted bid to punish Ada, for wearing shirt and trouser to bed,francis decided, his big night would start with forcing his penile shaft down the throat of his young niece.

She let go of the knife as uncle francis stuffed her mouth full, with his shaft. She didn't need it now. She would teach him a lesson.

"Ihe n'at'uto,n'egbu egbu- That which brings pleasure,can also bring death"

she took a deep breath. Mustered every ounce of courage she had left. She opened her eyes and saw uncle francis,wriggling his entire body in pleasure as his erectile organ jerked in and out of her mouth. She closed her eyes.

Mrs. Francis thought it was a nightmare, as the pure sound of francis' agonising cry seeped into her bedroom slowly. Half awoken by the sound,she looked beside her and was not amazed to see an empty space. She cursed out loud;

"one day,francis will die no top of that little Akwuna,one day!"

she turned and with a pillow,tried to shield her ears from the cries coming, from downstairs. She couldn't. Out of jealousy,jumped off her bed,down the stairs,towards the guest room. How good could that little wench be, that pleasure would make my francis scream the roof down this night-she angrily wondered. Completely ill prepared for the scene awaiting her,Mrs. Francis,opened the door. Her legs grew weak. She fainted.


to be continued.