SACRED TAMARA

CHAPTER ONE

Five Months Later (In the Silver Mansion)

“Tamara!!” Monica yelled. Even though Tamara was still a child or rather a baby, she was very mischievous. Sometimes, she would mysteriously disappear from her bed and would cause her mother trouble to find her. She had started talking within the duration of two months after her birth and her first word was ‘Fuck!’. Surprising right?

Her father, Dave, was the one present when she first said the word. He was shocked beyond words and told his wife immediately she came back from work. Monica had laughed it off thinking her husband was hallucinating but she got the shock of her life when little Tamara said the word again, ‘Fuck!’

To cut the long story short, Monica fainted.

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“Tamara!” Monica yelled again but got no answer. She had just finished bathing Tamara when her phone rang from her bedroom. She rushed to pick it leaving her daughter on the bed but came back to meet an empty bed.

“Tamara!! Where the heck are you?” She bellowed but a childish giggle caught her attention.

“Is that coming from the ceiling?” She asked and decided to see for herself. “Tamara!!!!” She yelled as she ran frantically around. She took her phone out from her pocket and quickly dialed Dave’s number.

An hour later, Dave dashed into the room whilst panting heavily. “Where is she?” he asked.

“On the ceiling” Monica replied and pointed to the ceiling. Dave held a look of horror when he saw his child floating mid-air.

“Tamara!” he yelled and this time, it was his turn to faint.

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Music was blasting loudly from the Silver mansion. Kids of ages ranging from five to ten could be seen running about in the garden. The adults were having fun beside the pool. It was Tamara’s birthday -fifth to be precise-and her parents went all the way to create a memorable day for their daughter. Tamara’s father, Dave Silver, was now the richest man in the city and her mother, Monica Silver, was the second richest woman.

In a dark corner in the mansion, a boy of age fifteen was trying to have his way with a girl. The girl was too weak to fight him so she resorted to screaming but the loud music consumed her screams. The boy forcefully tore the girl’s dress leaving her in her underwears.

“Help!” the girl screamed but no one payed attention to them.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a force pulled the boy away from the girl. The boy, thinking it was an adult, made to run off but stopped when he saw a little girl instead.

“You this rat!” he seethed not knowing she was the celebrant. “How dare you interfere in my matter” he said as he made to slap her but she caught his hand with her tiny palm. The boy screamed out in pain as his bones cracked. This time, the music was nothing compared to his painful scream. Everyone rushed to the spot and were surprised to see Tamara holding the boy’s hand. They were more surprised to see an almost naked girl behind them.

“A boy who tries to molest a girl is nothing but a coward” Tamara yelled as her voice changed from cool to stern. Everyone shifted back in fear.

“Ahhh… ” the boy screamed again as she held his other arm breaking his bones in the process. The sound of his breaking bones could be heard by everyone and they wondered if Tamara was really a child or a renowned wrestler.

“If you could excuse me…” she said to the almost naked girl, “I have a lesson to teach” and with that, she closed the door to the guest room. Then…

“Hel… Ahh… Please!!” the boys cry of agony was what they could here. The people shifted back in fear when the door creaked open. And then, ‘BOOM’, the boy’s beaten body fell out followed by Tamara who cracked her knuckles. Everyone was astonished.

“Fuck!… I forgot to destroy his manhood” she said making the boy quickly crawl away, in a bid to save his manhood.