L.I.E

1: Meeting My Aunt

(Author: All sentences written in italics are the character's thoughts. BTW, the picture above is Tina Akhere)

He held my hands above my head and pinned them to the wall in front of us with one of his hands, restricting my movement. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, I couldn't react. My 17 year old body betrayed me, it stopped resisting, accepted defeat and allowed him to do unto it whatever he wanted.

He pushed my hair out of the way and kissed my neck softly. I froze, my mind and body betraying me. I stood with my feet frozen to the spot and my back touching his bare, beautiful, God-kissed and perfectly crafted chest, evidence that he came prepared. He was so close that I felt the rise and fall of his chest on my back. My butt felt his growing boner and my eyes widened in alert.

"S-s-stop." I said with great difficulty but he didn't stop. No, he wouldn't stop even if the Pope himself told him to. He let out a low chuckle on my neck and the vibrations awakened all the butterflies in my tummy. I involuntarily bent my head to the side, giving him more room to suck and kiss on my neck. My knees grew weak and a tiny moan escaped my lips and he laughed, so loud am sure the devil heard him all the way in hell, yes it really was that loud.

I shook my head at the memory of that monster, that beautiful, sexy but crazy monster. Pushing the memories as far away as possible before yelling at the bus driver to stop the bus.

"You know sey you wan come dan, nai you close mouth since. See as you fine scatter everywhere finish.*"
The bus conductor said in Nigerian pidgin english, licking his lips and looking not at me but at my chest. Immediately flames of fury found their way into my chest and burnt all my lady-like manners.