ITOHAN (Cry for Mercy) 2

ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY)

EPISODE 2 (a poetic short story)

She managed to break loose, held on to her ripped blouse and scampered for the door. Uncle Bee rushed after her. It was a rat chase, as she headed for the exit, he made to grab her.

In a split second, she sprawled on the ground under the effect of the heavy landing by Uncle Bee’s grabbing.

“Uncle Bee, please don’t do this I beg you.” She pleaded, she was hurt from the struggle and fell. She could feel herself losing breath. Maybe she could opt to desperate plea, he might oblige.

She recalled what her mother taught her about the honourable maiden, it was something she looked forward to later but that was about to be thwarted.

She thought of fighting back, she raised her hand blindly to offer a slap which was skillfully dodged by her attacker causing her hand to hit the wall instead.

He raised her from the ground, threw her on the bed, mounted on her with a grin.

“Its finished” She cried.

That was how she lost it all in a single day, a split second without her consent.

This was her story 10 years ago when she was just 16. Now the preacher man is telling her what her mother told her at that time but with a different note, relating it to a God she does not know. She felt, what use will it be, when she had lost it all violently and cannot gain it again, why keep playing the saint when you have been joined with the devil? It will take more conviction that she could actually find love in her messed up state, her dirty mind had gone too far, too deep, too late to look back.

No one ever believed her story. In the anguish of the pregnancy, she miscarried and was sick for a long time. She was abandoned by her friends and family, lost her only source of comfort, mama, she had to resort to help with benefits from the doctor, for food, shelter, clothing, she was in bondage. That’s the kind of life she had ever known.

Could there be hope for her? She thought in misery after a minute of unenjoyable pleasure with the doctor. She looked at the popular white faced bottle of concentrated potion. This may just elevate her pains..

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