The scar that made him beautiful episode 8

💠THE SCAR THAT MADE HIM BEAUTIFUL 💠
💔(betrayed and accused) 💔
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By: Godswill Uchenna Ajah
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💙Episode 8💙
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UNKNOWN LOCATION
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A splash sound was heard as cold water dripped Mr Osborne face. He gasped awake instantly as he squinted his eyes, trying to adapt to the darkness. His spectacle still on his face.
A koi koi sound tore the silence apart as the lights flickered on.
His eyes wandered around on the mean faces of 3 men, one had a bucket in his hand.
The others stared menacingly at him.
He shifted his gaze to the incoming footsteps.
His breath hitched as he gasp, eyes w¡dened in shock.
“Kenneth? “he asked.
“Andrew! “the footstep halted as the owner’s voice called mockingly.
He finally came into view to reveal Mr Scmith, Charlotte’s father…
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“you never got over the grief, huhn? “Mr Osborne chuckled sadly.
“shut the fvck up traitor! “Mr Scmith bellowed.
Mr Osborne went silent. He slung his head forward in sadness.
What did he have to do to prove his innocence?
He was just as empty as… He sighed heavily.
“now what? You’ll kill me? What of my children? “he asked thereby breaking off the silence that had suddenly lingered.
“maybe not. But, I’ll ruin you, your reputation and your family… I will break you to orbits and you’ll die slowly and painfully “Mr Scmith said then burst into a hysteric laughter.
“but, before then… Let me ask you, why did you do it, huhn? Andrew, where did I offend you? How? “Mr Scmith asked more calmly.
“you never offend me… I never did it… It was a conspiracy, Kenneth, you have to listen to me… It was… “Mr Osborne was saying when he was suddenly cut off by Mr Scmith.
“cut the crap Andrew! You keep repeating the same goddamned word for this past 16 years! Who conspired against you. Who the hell did? You are the devil here… You… “Mr Scmith roared in annoyance as his eyes shone red and his veins popped out.
He was sweating profusely. Mr Osborne had his head bowed…
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He was sweating profusely. Mr Osborne had his head bowed as sorrow beclouded his heart.
He slowly raised his head up and streaks of tears could be seen flowing through his cheek.
“believe me Andrew, I never did what… ”
“… I was just unfortunate that night… I… ” Mr Osborne tried to explain but he failed as tears streamed down his face.
Mr Scmith stared at him with a thirst of strangling him yet he restrained himself.
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#SCMITH_HOME
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His mouth went below her belly as his left hands held her partly bare b-ob’s in place as her voice cane out melodiusly.
“Arrrrgghh… Uncle… “she mo-ned.
He s-cked down her belly as he raised her skirt up and patted her legs.
Sniffing in the dominant scent of her s€×. He went gaga as his tongue lashed onto her now involuntarily w-t p-nties.
The action alone sending waves… Unexplainable waves cussing through her hormones as what was left was her loosing her sanity and doing what she had been avoiding.
“uncle please… “she pleaded but her voice seemed like a mo-n which made his man sword dangle in the coffins of his trouser.
“a little while… I shall pound you… Oh! Niece”he gro-ned as he s-cked on the rear of her s€×.
Moving to her face, her expression displayed displeasure and lust.
Displeasure in the sense that she never liked the action and lust because her hormones were active at that moment.
Sweat trickled down her chin as her chest was half unclad.
She could feel her little sanity slipping away from her… She was now saying her last prayers of help.
“oh!my… Ooohhh! “she mo-ned as that little sanity slipped out of her reach.
His tongue was now buried deep in her s€× as he manipulated her with the operation.
She finally lost it.
Her legs parted involuntarily as he buried his head deep into her…
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Maybe it was an answered prayer or not.
He positioned himself between her legs as he slowly drew out his deadly sledge hammer….
He positioned himself between her legs as he slowly drew out his deadly sledge hammer.
Her eyes shut in what she knew not.
He rubbed it on the entrance of her essence as tingles were sent spreading through her core.
Her heart throbbing. Her senses coming back as she opened her eyes slightly as she felt a third presence.
‘GBAM! ‘
Came the sound as a loud yelp followed. She cringed backwards in fright as she drew the sheets over her almost bare body.
Her tear gland was awoken as the third presence eyes bore into her very soul.
Shame creeped up her soul.
“betrayer! “the third presence’s voice fired. Annoyance vivid in it.
“dad! “she called.
“little slut, shut it! “he growled at her and her eyes went wide in shock.
“oh! Brother “the gro-ning man said with a smug smirk on his l-ips.
“Nelson, why? ” Mr Scmith asked.
Nelson?
It was the same Mr Nelson from HODGSON HIGH!
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To be continued.
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#AUTHOR_WILLY
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