Bloody Love

Chapter 17: Her Death🥺🥺🥺

“Don’t worry, my dear. I’m here with you.” He assured hand placed her left arm over his shoulder, holding her by the side.
“You must be stressed right now. Let’s go in.”

They gently walked in as Dele carried her to lie on the bed. She laid down flat on her back with the head raised, just like he’d instructed.

Getting warm water from the bathroom, he soaked a small hand towel and carefully wiped her forehead. Imade couldn’t see clearly. All she noticed was the blurry vision in front of her, but she didn’t worry so much because she knew definitely, she was in excellent hands.

“You need to rest and breathe gently. In... Out.”

“In... Out.” He inhaled and exhaled, making her do the same.

“Very good. Stay here. I’d be right back.” He muttered.

Although Imade tried to smile, it ended up in pain. She felt her head banging like a drum of war against the bed. Dele quickly poured the raw egg into the hot groundnut oil on fire. The heat was high, so he reduced the firewood. He fried the egg and made sure everything was done and set before quenching the burning coal.

Taking the pot inside one after the other, Dele placed it in a corner. Well, it was only a small piece of yam he sliced and cooked, so... there’s nothing to worry about.

“Your temperature is high. He told her. You need a shower. Come, let’s go.” He helped her up as they walked into the bathroom.

Dele carefully took off her jumpsuit and her undies. That was the first time Imade was ever naked in front of any man, but who cares? Dele wants to bathe her. It’s a good thing, isn’t it?

Making her squat to the floor like a toddler, Dele brought out a locally made sponge to rub her body, starting from her head. The water was cold enough that the first shower on her head sent shivers down her whole body.

Taking a cut from the black soap into the straw-made sponge, Bamidele rubbed her whole body from head to face, arms, and legs. During the bath, he recited some incantations. Something he had learned from the herbalist, and he did as he was instructed. Imade had to be under his spell. However, she didn’t know what was happening. She was just there, but she felt something.

Safety.

After the bath, he wrapped up her body in an Ankara wrapper and walked her back into the room. He sat on the bed, looking confused and worn out.

“It’s time to eat now.” He muttered. ‘Let’s see if you can eat anything.’ a voice said in his head as an evil smirk placed across his lips.

Dele placed two slices of yam and sausage egg to complement the food. Placing it in front of her at the table. He used his hands to feed her. She took a bite but ate slowly. He gave her the pills to take, and she took it. The six tablets were just like how it was in the morning. After the first slice, and turned to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

‘What’s wrong, Imade? Are you alright?" He grabbed her face up.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just want to sleep. I don’t know why I’m feeling nervous. Right now, I am so scared. She muttered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“You don’t have to worry, my love. I won’t leave your side, I promise.” He grits his almost rambling teeth inside his mouth and places a hurtful kiss on her forehead.

A burning passion of hatred plastered on his strict face. He placed his head with Imade’s own, as they leaned towards each other, making their nose and foreheads touch each other. Closing his eyes and trying not to break down with his feelings.