Judas the traitor episode 25 – 26

Judas the traitor

EPISODE 25
…He tore my clothes off my and raped me. I lied there, motionless and passive, writhing in pain as he had his way until he was done and left me alone on the floor, crying with the little strength left in me. Vincent dressed up and left the house that evening and never returned until the next day.

When I acquired some strength, enough to get me off the floor, I dragged myself to the bed and propped myself against it. My head ached. I didn’t know who to talk to. I was alone and really alone in this. I couldn’t deal with complaining about the marriage I boasted about just a day after it started. Who would even make a sense from what I might have to say? It would just be awkward. How would I explain that my husband was swamped by five ladies and doing orgy s€× in my post wedding party while I dozed off in the

bedroom upstairs. I dragged myself further towards the bathroom and

on getting by the mirror I decided to have look. I had become black eyed, with a red patch on my left white eye, the very eye that received a larger number of the punches. I needed a doctor. After cleaning up, I knew I had to do something, call

someone or at least get some medication. I dressed up in something nice and casual. I fluffed my hair so it would fall freely and cover the

landmarks Vincent had planted on my face. I picked a pair of shades from their rack and thought it covered well.

I started leaving only to get to the exit door and

realised it was locked. I had been locked in by

Vincent. What was he wishing me? It was three hours since he left and my head was still pounding from the panel beating I received from him. I slumped into one

of the couches and remained there for a long time before searching the entire house for any medicine I could find. Fortunately, I found some pain relievers and took them. Few minutes later, I slept off. I was still sleeping when I noticed someone’s presence in the room. I was still trying to wake up when Vincent joined me in bed and hugged me tight from behind. He remained that way and didn’t let me

wriggle free from his grip. He k-ssed my neck and

whispered into my ears.

“I’m sorry baby. It all ended yesterday. It will never

happen again.” I broke down and cried. That morning, he served me breakfast in bed and

pecked me at every chance he got. But my friends on Facebook have always opined that once a man starts to beat his wife, it never ends. I was yet to know how true that could be. At least, I was married now and ready to have a first hand

experience of all that.

I picked up my phone and left the contacts list where

I had been battling the temptation to call Nelly. She was the only person who could at least, understand. After I put the phone aside, Vincent spread before me

two passports and other doc-ments that certified our trip to Dubai where the end began.

EPISODE 26
…She was the only person who could at least, understand. After I put the phone aside, Vincent spread before me two passports and other doc-ments that certified our trip to Dubai where the end began. Life after the wedding day saga felt so rosy and ar-used the concretization of the saying that it’s not about the start but the end. We might not have started well, but I believed we were on course to bliss. Vincent became a darling once again. He treated me like a king would treat his queen, holding and squeezing my hands occasionally and pecking my forehead as a conclusion to every

decision making. He would pat my back with

assurance and cupped my face in his hands when he

wanted to clarify me. Few days after my black eye had disappeared and my red eye also, we set for Dubai. Our trip started on

Facebook before we flew on Snapchat and later

landed on Instagram. All other of my social media

handles had their fair share. This time, my settings were not altered rather I had to tag some people in a bid to ensure the posts never eluded Nelly. She had become a silent preacher of marriage and good homes with some decent pictures of blissful moments with Paul. They were expecting a baby even. A cold wordless war was going on between Nelly and me, a cyber war. If she was aware of this war was something I never gave a hoot about rather I had solace in the fact that my fan base had increased drastically because of my slay pictures and short videos. My several pictures around the fleet of cars that graced Vincent compound, including that of his

neighbours helped me a lot. I simply entered the

Range Rover Sport and took pictures in the driver’s seat, behind the wheel, playing music and turning my head left to right like a standing fan and before a minute, it had hit over a hundred likes and hearts with comments from drooling admirers. I began hosting contests and dolled out huge amounts of cash on Facebook and Instagram.

My road to fame was made easier than so many

other’s road to their toilets, or so it seemed.

As soon as we arrived Dubai International Airport, we had a chauffeur driven car waiting to take us to a

cabin near the beach. The interior was state of the art and luxuriously furnished with furniture sets, chandeliers, a plasma TV and a 70’s recorder. From the bedroom upstairs, we had access to a view of the beach with white and black skins bared under

the sun. Everything about the cabin felt like I was shooting in a music video. In my mind’s eyes, I put golden chains on Vincent over a big white T-shirt and sagged pair of white jeans trousers and loafers; he looked like Puff Diddy. I just needed to dance and twerk and frolic around Vincent before a camera, under lights and boom mic, for the feeling to be complete. It felt even nice being made love to by Vincent on that large bed. We spent more time idling about, sensualising our bodies. Touching and teasing erogenous parts; his n-pples, ear lobes, back of my neck, my arms and lot of other places. The cuddling was grand. We spent our honeymoon on sight seeing and shopping in several of Dubai’s malls. The highlight of our stay was a visit to the Seven Star Burj Al Arab

Jumeirah. The sight of gold stung with me as I gawked at the golden walls and decors of the massive hotel that

was symbolic of the United Arab Emirates. That day culminated in an intense love making.

All these happened and not a thing missed the social media. My fans went with me to Dubai, they knew and could tell my story better than me, especially those prolific and talented writers among them. I was ponderously rummaging the cabinets and dark

corners, looking for nothing exactly, just idling away as I waited for Vincent to return from a business meeting he had scheduled after luckily running into an old associate of his father’s.

My mind idled on why Nelly had never reacted to any of my posts; not even a single shade talk more of a sub. Damn! That girl was saner than I had thought. What ever was wrong with her, I rebuffed the thought with a jeering face. I decided to check our clothing and other stuff in preparation for our departure since we had barely three days left. I was searching the wardrobe when I found a round knob at one end. I didn’t understand it

but just decided to turn it.

I tried turning it clockwise but it didn’t move so I tried

anti-clockwise and it broke free after the second attempt. After turning the knob, the board behind it loosened and I shoved it in,side. I needed a flashlight and quickly recouped one. I flashed it in and found some framed pictures and other photos stacked together. I pulled them out and retreated to the table to study them. The face I saw in the framed photos looked familiar.

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