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A writer's journey: The beginning of an adventure

I am a writer who devoted all his life into building his home and serving the country in the little way that I can. I've been living a peaceful life until a disaster struck and we were kidnapped by bandits, or whatever they called themselves. they did all the filthy things they could do with my wife before snuffing the life out of her throat. I escaped from the kidnappers den and started planning my revenge. not all people are born to be a hero, I was caught again. this time, I was given a free ticket to visit heaven. but something else happened, I was transported to another universe entirely.a place where two races are at war with each other. I belonged to the human race but I later found out that my wife was also transmigrated to that same planet and she is the daughter of the demon King. how will I cross the boundary between the two races and get back with my wife without being killed in the process?

Dark_sovereign173 · Fantaisie
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inhumane act

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inhuman act

John was previously clueless about what was happening before, but as he saw the burly man who reeks of alcohol touch his wife in the place everyone considered to be Private, it sets in his mind that he had fell into the hands of the one and only bandit groups in town.

" See how this one fine like Mami water! I no know say person wey fine like this go dey buleria oh!!" (1) The burly man exclaimed while slapping my wife's buttocks. The two slaps affected me as if a blacksmith's hammer was smashed on my head, but I couldn't do anything.

How would you expect me to fight, with a gun pointed at my head in case I do anything that'll require them to pull the trigger and nicely send me off to the world beyond.

" Na your wife abi? Abeg hold am make I do him wife as he dey look…" the burly illiterate spoke some words that sounds neither English, nor jargons as he moved closer to my wife who was now shivering from anger and fear.

He motioned for one of the soldiers to hold me tight and let me watch him as he'll rape my wife before my eyes. That was what he was saying while attempting to kiss my wife with that filthy mouth of his.

As he was about to kiss my wife, a burly giant approached him and smacked him on the head while speaking in some language we could not understand but believed to be the language all northerners speak. Then the man who we later know as audu turned back to enter one of the cars that was collected from one of us (the victims) and drove off to God knows where

I sighed in relief when I see him go. I could only thank God for preventing my wife from doing something stupid, like giving that burly man a 'gentle' kick at his man sack, ridding the world of the invasion of stupid people.

We were all led inside two big buses, we were all blindfolded, as they drove us to God knows where.

Our cars were not left there to rot, some of the bandits entered those cars and tailed our buses from behind like some convoys.

After about two hours, we later got to our destination, or so we thought.

We were led down from the car blindfolded, we walked inside the bush for what seems like eternity until we got to our destination and our blindfolds were removed.

When we got there, they led us inside a shrine! What the fuck!! A shrine?

Yes it's a shrine. A big hall constructed with woods in the middle of nowhere. It's a lone building in the middle of a large forest. We walked for almost three hours before we got here.

The room was decorated with black and red clothes with some skull signs made with white paints on those clothes.

Skulls and bones of different kinds of creatures were used as ornaments to decorate this place. I shuddered when I saw over twenty human skulls, stringed on red clothes, hanging from the ceiling of the room like a chandelier.

Some seashells laid scattered on the floor of this shrine like sands. A big clay pot was lying in the middle of the room, the content inside, I can't see it clearly from where I was kneeling.

Gourds of different sizes were placed on a long table placed near the wall facing the entrance of the shrine. Some other things could be seen on the table, like some calabashes (some were opened while others were not). At the centre of the table was a sculpture of an animal with human face. The sculpture was covered with some red gooey substance while some black stains could also be seen on the head of that monster.

A middle-aged man tying a plain white cloth on his waist was kneeling on the ground praying to the sculpture. So, I couldn't get a clear image of the said beast.

The man stopped praying immediately he heard us enter. He stood up and faced us after greeting our captors.

Fuck!! They're neither kidnappers nor bandits!! They're the legendary ritualists!!!!

"Hahahaha!! You brought them here on time, let me call chief and ask him to be here before daybreak" the evil priest said while fumbling through his phone.

At exactly midnight, one of us was brought out of the shrine. We heard a loud shout and sounds like grunts, it was as if he was struggling with the guys.

Thirty minutes later, the guys came in with a calabash full of red liquid in their hand and a total stranger we've not seen before came in with them.

The evil priest took the calabash from them and instructed the rich man to take off his Cap and kneel before the sculpted beast.

He made him drink some of the blood while the remaining blood was used to wash his head at the shrine.

"senator!! You're now on the path of becoming a man! You will bath with human blood for seven days! And on the seventh day, we'll send the remainder of the people we have here to the spirit world. To obtain the fruit of life from a certain tree monster and the death on your head shall be averted" the evil priest said while pointing at us.

But Sir! Why do we have to use rich guys"

The man I which I now recalled his face and name as senator bankole, one of the people ruling the nation, asked the evil priest.

I didn't hear the remainder of the conversation because I was too scared to listen.

The next morning, my wife and I were dragged out of the shrine. People had already started saying their last farewell to us before we even got out of the shrine.

I already made up my mind that what will be will be before I see audu approaching us with an evil grin on his face.

He came near my wife, fondled her breasts for some minutes before he asked his guys to hold up my head and let me watch as he defiled my wife. We couldn't do anything, we saw them holding treasure, they threatened to kill her if we don't comply.

Selena was raped by those rascals…my heart aches with each and every thrust into her private area. I couldn't even bear to hear her pitiful cry.

They even forced her to lick and suck audu's third leg and they finally destroyed the innocence of my little treasure. I saw the green hat hanging over my head but I didn't care, I was more concerned about the number of men lining up to have their ways with Selena.

The question is…can she handle sixteen?