PART 15"ONCE UPON A TIME"
PART 15
"ONCE UPON A TIME"
©️Opeyemi Akintunde
Inspired by the LIVING WORD
Harry was waiting on the line for answers from his priest. He had called to ask if she was a good material for the money rituals...
The Priest saw the hands of the Witches over the girl. She was their meat already...
" The girl would have been a good choice but she is already in the palms of some witches. She is being punished by them. She will bring bad luck to anyone that comes close to her. I suggest you run far away from her. Look for another girl." The priest advised Harry.
" This girl is so complicated, she has good and bad luck!" Harry said to himself after hanging up.
He rested back into his bed as he looked up at the ceiling.
" Can't we rescue her from the witches and later use her for my own money ritual?" Harry questioned
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"Owl! Owl" Redemption heard the supreme leader calling for her.
Redemption had made Monitoring Rachel her life work. She had been busy observing her when she heard the supreme leader's voice.
The supreme leader was a fourteen year old girl, but no one dared looked her in the eye.
" Yes Mother!" Redemption teleported herself back to the coven.
" Someone is making enquiries about your captive. They want to use her for money rituals!" The Supreme leader said
Redemption froze. She didn't want Rachel to die easily, she wanted to punish and afflict her all the days of her life. Her dying as a result of being used for money rituals was a cheap way of escaping her punishment.
" Do you want us to release her to him?" The supreme leader asked
" No mother!"
" Why?"
" I don't want her to die, I want her to live in pain and troubles. I am not dead so she can't die either."
" Well, if that is your reason, the money rituals can be to your good. We will just inform the priest not to kill her but make her a living sacrifice."
Redemption liked the idea.
Rachel is getting double of her punishment.
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Rogers was finding it hard to sleep. All he could think of was the poor girl lying down on the hospital bed. He rose up from his bed. He needed to munch on something. He walked into the kitchen. His chef must have slept in the boys' quarters and it would be inhumane of him to wake him up.
Rogers took the juice from the fridge and poured himself a glass...
Five women dead on him! People thought he didn't know why, but he had a strong guess...
The abortions! The Murders!
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"Capone!" The familiar name that trailed him for years rang loud and clear.
A part of him he had managed to walk away from, leaving no traces nor connections reopened itself that night as he sat alone in the kitchen.
He remembered how he had been approached that day on campus in one of the cafeterias....
" Omo olowo( Rich man's son) where do you belong?" A handsome young guy said from behind him.
Rogers remembered not knowing what the guy meant, he had replied childishly
" Awolowo hall"
He thought the person was asking which hall of residence was his. His reply had given him away.
" Ok...I see you are a fresher. I like your swag. We have a party tomorrow night. You can come around and meet new friends! You need friends to survive on campus!" Bruno had said
Rogers was so gullible he thought it was a party. He had worn his best with the hope of creating a first good impression but that outfit became rags by the next morning...
Rogers had entered the hall innocently with his roommate who had tagged along.
They had bouncers by the door, so the moment they got in, there was no way out.
Rogers and his roommate SJ saw about 10 boys on their knees and guns pointed at them...
" Join them...." A fearful voice said.
Rogers heard a loud slap from behind, he was so dead he didn't realise he was the one that had been slapped...
Like a mob scene, he and his roommate were beaten with cutlasses, bottles, belts. Several punches landed on their bodies. A concoction that tasted like gin and blood mixed together was forcefully poured into their mouths and they were instructed to swallow...
After about 45 minutes of the torture, someone spoke...
" You are now a member of the LORDS confraternity..
Followed was a list of rules....
Rogers remembered how that night had given birth to a monster he lived to hate.
To be continued
NOTE: This piece was written with the intention of touching lives, feel free to share but please be mindful of the writer by not erasing her credits and that of the HolySpirit who Inspires her. May men be mindful of you too, may you not be deprived of the Credits & blessings due to you in Jesus name. God bless you.
DEEP THOTS NOVELS
INSPIRED BY THE LIVING WORD
Written by Opeyemi Akintunde
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