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His Karma

"How could you do this to me?" I thought you loved me?" he cried. "Love? You know nothing about love Moses Flinn. Newsflash my darling, the day I walked into your life, so did Karma. Did you really think, that you could get away with what you did to me? Hell no!"

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The Night Mare.

"Stay away from me!" Melody yelled as she took more steps backwards in an attempt to keep this strange man away. But he totally ignored her as he continued to advance towards her while taking off his leather jacket and handed it over to one of his body guards. The room was not brightly lit but with the help of the little light coming from the sillouette bulbs, she could see the lust in his eyes and the evil smile on his face.

"If you dare come close to me, I am going to use this on you. Don't you dare come near me." She threatened with wide eyes as she brought out a little pocket knife from her purse and pointed it at him with a trembling hand.

"Oh... she's a feisty one boss. Be careful so you don't get stabbed to death" one of the other men in the room mocked acting like he was scared and the other men laughed out loud, obviously enjoying the show playing out before them. She couldn't tell how many men there were in the room because she couldn't see them clearly from the angle that she was standing, but she could tell from the voices that there were more than three men. By the time she took one more step, her back was against the wall and that was when it dawned on her that there was no getting away..

"Now my dear Cupcake, where are you going to go from there? do you plan to run through the wall? Or do you plan to jump over me? huuuh? Well I think I'm actually done playing these games with you."

He quickly took one long step towards her and grabbed her by the wrist. She raised her other hand to strike a blow with the knife in her hand but he quickly seized it with his other hand. He squeezed her hand so hard that she screamed in pain and immediately let go of the knife.

"You wanna inflict injury on me right? do you have any idea how much it costs me to maintain this body of mine that you are trying to harm? I guess I'm gonna have to give you a taste of that pill, by leaving a lasting mark on this pretty face of yours so that next time, you would know better. But of course that's after I have had my pleasure with you."

He carelessly dragged her and pushed her to the giant bed at the extreme of the room and jumped on her like a wild animal on it's prey. The other men laughed loudly and cheered each time a garment of her body covering got ripped.

"Let me go... please... don't do this to me. please sir.. please... I beg you...

Somebody please help me... Oh God!" she struggled and tried to push him off but his weight on her body was too much for her to handle. So she slowly wriggled under him as he continued his assault on her and gave him a big bite on the cheek. He yelled in pain and the other men came running to the bedside but he shouted

"Don't you dare come here...

turning to her he said, "did I not just warn you about trying to cause any form of harm to my skin?" and he gave her a terrible slap that made her light-headed.

"By the time I'm done with you, I'm gonna leave a lasting mark on this pretty face of yours so that each time you look at the mirror you'll be reminded of what you did to me today" She could hear his words faintly and for a few minutes there was a black out, by the time she came to, she tried to move but the man was still not done with her. Melody couldn't believe this was happening to her on her birthday; she cried bitterly. She could only resign to her ill fate, she accepted that all she could do now was wait for him to be done with her because at this point there was nothing else she could do. The tears poured heavily as she thought about her best friend who had betrayed her, her fiance who had always believed she was a virgin, and her parents, they would be so disappointed if they found out what had happened.

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"Melody.. Melody.. wake up"

Melody woke up with a start and opened her eyes to see her mom sitting right next to her with worry on her face. She held her forehead with one palm and she brushed off the tears in her eyes with the other. Her hair was tangled, her eyes swollen from excessive crying and her head was banging with a terrible headache.

"Having those nightmares again ughhh?" her Mom asked as she handed a cup of coffee to her. Melody frowned her face as she gently managed to sit up on the bed, brushing off the hair from her face to the back of her ear.

"No mama... I'm not" she shook her head and took a sip from the cup of hot coffee. Somehow the coffee made her feel better than she felt a few seconds ago when she first woke up. She was surprised when she looked up to see her mother folding her arms and giving her the look. The woman obviously did not believe what she had just said.

"Really? Melody are you going to keep lying to me of all people? I'm your mother for God's sake. I heard you screaming, as you have always done for the past few days now, and for the umpteenth time you have refused to admit that you do. Sweetheart you were even crying in your sleep. That was why I quickly made coffee before waking you up." Her mother had been the one waking her most of the time recently. She never used to believe that she was screaming in her sleep but her mom had always said so and at this point she couldn't help but believe; only that she couldn't ask her mother what the words were each time she screamed because that would prompt her mom to ask for details about the dreams.

These nightmares had been a part of her daily life since the incident at the club two months ago. Her mother had suggested seeing a doctor and also a spiritualist but she (melody) was having none of that.

"Mom, it's just a nightmare and everyone gets such experience once in a while so it's nothing unnatural. Thanks for the coffee but I'll have to get ready for our trip this morning so we don't get to the airport late" She quickly emptied the cup she was clasping with both hands, handed it back to her mom and slipped out of her bed. From the corner of her eyes, she could see that the woman stood there watching her as she dashed to the bathroom.

"What could be going on with this young lady? My little girl who used to tell me everything suddenly cannot tell me what is happening to her now even when I know something is wrong" Mrs Miller thought to herself as she quietly strode out of the room.

This book is written using the Nigerian social system, currency, language and lifestyle. So it might slightly contradict that of other nationalities.

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