ESCAPE: The Journey

ESCAPE: The Journey

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"I said get out of my house!" He yells, venom dripping from his words. He is still on the call. And I think whoever he is talking to is instructing him. "I can't leave my kids," she replies, her voice cracking and eyes tearing up. She storms into my room, looking lost. She sits on my bed, holding her head in her hands. I can still hear my dad yelling in the background. "Mummy," I call out, fear and pain evident in my voice. "Please just go. Before he hurts you or anyone." She sniffs, and after a lot of thought stands up. "I'm sorry." With that she left my room. "Bye-bye mummy." ~~~ Everything changed so quickly. From a perfect family to what you could never imagine.
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"Are you ready?" I said to her placing her long silky hair at the back of her head. She nodded. Her bewitching smile sending immense pleasure to my body. I pushed into her slowly- carefully and then with a little force. She forced a smile at first and in seconds her face had turned pale, hysterical- beastly! "Shit!. Shit!. Stoppppp Dotun - Please stopp." She screamed loudly like she was in enormous pain. I felt like I was in another world, lost in a haze of sensations-almost like I had found a place that felt like home. But then, reality struck. No matter how intense the moment, when a woman says stop, you stop. It doesn't matter how powerful the desire burning through you is. "Shit!" I yelled, fighting to pull myself back from the edge. The tension within me was overwhelming, the kind that tempts you to ignore everything but your own feelings. But I knew better-her voice, her comfort, and her trust meant everything. The desire could wait. Respect couldn't. Dammit!!! The sweet taste of a woman!!! Her personality, A ferocious saint, like fire and brimstone. He on the other hand, is like water yet powerless against her fire She was broken, a puzzle that was missing a piece. But he was willing to carve his own piece to complete her. They said her fire would consume him. But he was ready to be destroyed by her raging flames! Ranked 1 in #nigerianstories

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