Judas the traitor episode 27 – 28

Judas the traitor

EPISODE 27
The face I saw in framed photos looked familiar. Yes, my brain quickly called it up. It was the huge dark predator at the post wedding party. It was Shriek, the ghoul Vincent had addressed as Buggy. I began to sweat and shake visibly in the air conditioned room. What was his picture doing here? Perhaps he used this room also or even owned it. I quickly sought to see what the other stacked pictures held. My eyes bulged at the sight of what I had forgotten, what I once thought was hallucination. So it was real? The same things I had seen in Vincent’s

room the first time, even a scarier sight. I searched

from picture to picture at how women were bandaged and fastened to an apparatus where they were tortured and used for s€×ual gratification.

Conspicuous marks from wh¡p lashes and dripping

blood decorated the women’s bodies as their faces writhed in pain and tears. What was all this?

Curiosity led me to view more and by the time I got

to the last photo, I was convinced that the room in the photos was in the cabin I had been sleeping,

eating and making love in. I was totally oblivious of

the spooky nature of this house, enjoying what was

supposed to be a nightmare for me. The revelation made me shudder and drop one of the framed photos to shatters on the floor and jolted me from the seat. I wanted to see it all. I knew I had to search the house to find this room. Where else could it be? I had entered all the rooms in

the house so no room that size could be anywhere on

the surface of the earth, sharing the same building

with the one I was in. I was about giving up when I tripped and fell, crashing

into a flower pot just under the staircase. I was

struggling to stand when I caught a glimpse of a

squat door on the floor underneath the staircase.

Yes, there was a basement. I struggled to my feet and went to check the door. The metal latch on the door was posing some difficulty but I forced it open anyway and found a wooden staircase that led into a steep darkness. I went back to retrieve my torch and returned to calm my curiosity. I took one step at a time, descending

the creaking stairs without a rail. I flashed my

torchlight but couldn’t see much ahead. At the foot of the stairs, I searched and found a light switch. As soon as I switched on the lights, my jaw dropped and my stomach churned. My head swirled around me and my limbs lost their strength. I slumped and passed out. When I woke up, I was lying on the bed and Vincent had almost packed all our bags. I didn’t understand what he was up to.In a flash, the pictures of the basement, the sight of bondage apparatuses looking like a serial killers laboratory, the wh¡ps and chains and cl¡ps and needles, they all came back. With a jerk, I thr-st myself up to a sitting position, startling Vincent to an abrupt turn.

“You’re awake.” He turned and continued packing.

“What is this place?” “What are you talking about?” “You know exactly what I’m talking about. What is his picture doing here?” I asked through squinting eyes. “You ask too many questions.” He replied coldly.” I need answers Vincent .” I yelled. “What exactly are you? Who are you? Who did I marry? What else am I going to find out?” He lunged at me at lightening speed, pinning me down with a hand cupped over my mouth. ” Shut up, this is not Zambia. Stop shouting or I’ll kill you and leave you here to rot.” After he calmed me, he retreated and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me. “We’re leaving first thing tomorrow morning. I got a call from home that my parents were both involved in an auto crash. They are both unconscious as we

speak.” He said calmly and started for the bathroom.

I was weakened but never shut a lid until daybreak

EPISODE 28
The trip back to Zambia was a silent one. We hærdly spoke to each other but for the essentials. I was struggling amidst mixed feelings of what I had encountered and the tragedy that was befalling the family in my Parents in-laws accident. “Yes, Buggy owns that cabin.” Vincent said long after we had boarded. “Like I told you before, we’re family.” I didn’t say anything. I adjusted my ear plugs but Vincent knew better that I’d surely hear him if he talked and continued. “I know you are bothered by the things you saw, you should have steered clear of all obscurities.” He shook his head. “You should never have entered

that room.” When he realised I was never going to reply him, he gave up and cuddled to sleep.

As soon as we arrived Ndola, we went straight to see them at the hospital. On arrival, my father in-law had passed and my mother in-law was dealing with a High Blood Pressure. Two days later, she joined her husband.

Vincent cried uncontrollably and lost his manly poise. It took another two weeks to get him to feed well and

all that time he was easily irritable. He yelled at me at every little thing and threw tantrums all the time. We buried them and his family didn’t have issues with sharing the properties. Vincent was left with the company he was managing in addition to so many other landed properties littered around Ndola. On this fateful day, I had just left the internet after realising Paul had set up a pharmaceutical

company for Nelly as a welcome for their first child which happened to be a boy also. I didn’t like the sound of that. I had left the internet out of frustration, determined to engage Vincent as soon as he returned. I was tired of staying at home and playing the role of a s€× toy. Vincent returned from work and brushed past me into the bedroom. I joined him there and tried to keep low on conversations. I didn’t want to bug him. “How was your day?” I asked him leaning against the

wall as he undressed.

“I’m tired of coming home and hearing recite the

same thing everyday…” He mumbled and stopped

midway through the sentence. “What did you say?” “I’m sure you heard me.” “Well I had thought about it and decided we’d be talking about that over dinner. But since you brought it up…I don’t have a choice but to talk about it now.” “I see. I will as well one day remind you to breathe. You can’t for once be useful to yourself besides flooding the internet with every breath you take as if you can pay for a thing in your life.”

“What’s this all about? If somehow you were

frustrated at the office then be a man and let

whatever happened in Vegas remain in Vegas. Stop bringing your frustration home.” My tone had increased involuntarily. “You’re shouting at me right? Fine, let’s have a chat.” He sat at the edge of the bed. “What can you do?” I cleared my throat and told him I was a graduate and would love to practise. I told him I wanted a pharmaceutical company. After I relayed it all to him, he was smirking with indignation. “You’re such a joke. I was always right that you’re good at nothing.” He stood and started for the bathroom.

I was left fuming at his reaction and pouring it all on the pillows. I kicked and punched but the fury never left one bit. He left the bathroom tying a towel around his wa-ist. I clenched my fist and bit my lower lip to control my

temper. “So what are you saying?” “About what?” He asked expressionless.

“About the proposal I just made?” I patiently answered. “Now get it into your skull.” He said with furrowed brows and a tightened jaw. “You are nothing but a sc-mbag. You are a no good daughter of a frugal

asslicking gold-digger. Hey, wait before you say

anything… You worth nothing more than mere s€× toy, you’re only good for s€× and that is why and only why you’re still here.”

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “Did you just say that to

me?” “If you want me to write a thesis about it, I’ll write a hundred pages. You are just a bag of I’ll luck. Ever since I met you it’s been one I’ll luck or the other. My business has been dwindling and finally it’s on a steep decline. Then again I lost my parents at the

same time. You’re just an omen.” “Excuse me, are you blaming me for your parents’ demise?”

“Who else Nomsa? Who else if not you?” He yelled into my face. “Do you know what?” I started to say, “I used to think you were just a beast but you’re just a product of

frustration.” I was barely done when stars flew from my eyes and the force of his slamming hand on the side of my head sent me crashing into the bedside cabinet. I struggled to find my footing but he was there already to drag me up. He landed another one that sent me crashing into the mirror and shattering it. He was yelling abusive words and curses as he

battered me. When I stole a glimpse of his face in

the chaos, I could only liken it to a beast, an angry

and hungry beast out for a kill. I was not only the

prey but the threat, the death was glaring that

awaited me. “I’ll show you exactly what you’re good at.” He raged and locked the door before I could get there. I tried to scre-m but he grabbed me by the throat and choked me, shoving me hærd on the bed. With a brisk movement, he used the bedside table as a ladder to the ceiling and pushed it a bit, that part of the ceiling gave way. I never knew there was such in our room. He pulled out a rolled up twine rope and a wh¡p. “I’m going to show you a exactly what you are built for and how.” I knew he was coming to tie me up and tried to

wrestle with him but his punches weakened me. He turned me around and tied my hands to the bed

posts. For the first time, I understand that our

matrimonial bedroom was a cursed apparatus. Every

decor was an instrument for bondage and slavery. I

was married to a sadist.

In a short time, he had expertly tied me up to a

position where my legs were crisscrossed behind my head and my hands wide apart. My crotch was bared in the open space and my br-asts in between my thighs. He played deaf to my soft mo-ns from pain and my pleas never permeated him. Still dry in my private part, he began to enter me, thr-sting

rapidly. I cried but he never cared to listen. Each time I put up a struggle, he wh¡pped me with wh¡p and

spat on me. He rode me like that, alternating between my two private parts. When he withdrew for the third round, he sat the edge of the bed, looking horrific. He tried to speak but hesitated and left with his phone, he returned with water and some apples. “You know what? Yes you were lucky to miss out at the cabin. It was going to be a party before the news about my parents. But it’s not over yet. All you are good for is to f-ck. I met you on this

premise, f-ck f-ck f-ck. The first time we met, f-ck. You came again, f-ck, we chatted, f-ck, I proposed to you while f-cking… It’s all f-ck f-ck f-ck. So just get it. You are only for f-ck. And in the family, we share.” We had a knock downstairs and he went to get it. When he returned, I noticed he had company. Following him, were footfalls I thought were too many to count.

Buggy and his cohort were all in my matrimonial bedroom.
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