“Will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, and for better for worse, till death do you part?” The priest asked him.

“Yes I do,” Collins replied​ with a broad smile.

“Will you take this man,” the priest turned to me and started reciting the creed. “To be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer and for better for worse, till death do you part?”

I stood meditating on Vera’s text earlier. What if I said no and ran off from the church? What if I refused to marry Collins and flee to safety? Safety from what? What did I know Collins did wrong to Vera? Why was Vera so pathetic about my union with him? What could it be I was missing? My heartbeat switched rhythm and eventually lost rhythm.

“Fifi?” Collins’s voice startled me. I had been engrossed in my meditation I didn’t realise everyone was waiting for me. “The priest is waiting.”

“Oh, okay.” I turned to the priest and smiled sheepishly.

He frowned and growled under his breath but loud enough for me to hear, “the response is ‘yes I do’.”

“Oh, Yes I do. Sorry about that.” I turned and smiled apologetically at Collins who didn’t find it funny at all. He kept a wrinkled temple even through to the reception while I smiled and remained cheerful. I had resolved to put my fears behind me and enjoy my day. It was only meant to come once.

By dusk, it was all over and we were back in our hotel room. It was over and marriage had begun. The post wedding party, according to my husband was for a caucus. I was wondering what he meant by that but he explained I should wait and see what he meant.

“But I have friends who’d want to be part of it too?” I fussed

“Of course you do but how much is your own contribution to everything today? Tell me, what?

Have you not heard that he who pays the piper dictates the tune? Don’t even try bringing anyone or you’d end up embarrassing yourself.”

While he was speaking he’d been undoing his clothes. He started for the bathroom and paused at the door. “And by the way, what was that stunt you pulled there before the priest?”

“What is that?” I asked.

“Don’t even play dumb with me. You know, the ‘yes I do’ part? Like you hesitated.”

I forced a chuckle through. I see that’s why you have been frowning all day. Hey, I was just overwhelmed. It happens to a lot of ladies, especially those who can’t believe they are marrying their dream man.” I angled my head and smiled.

“Oh really.” He disappeared into the bathroom while I sighed and collapsed on the bed, tired.

We walked out to a loud roar from the ladies and gentlemen present. It was a casual cocktail and poolside party. The men had jeans and t-shirts while the ladies wore skimpy dresses. Why did I call them dresses? Some had bikinis, what I call just pants and bra. Every man had a girl or two by his side and some even had three, I could finger about three of them like that. I was the holiest in a pair of bum shorts and a tang top. Altogether, there were about thirty people.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, with me here is the man of the day with his Cinderella,” a guy who had introduced himself to me as Bright at the wedding announced. “So we’re gonna be making a toast to their arrival so the party begins in a earnest.”

His words were met with another loud roar of praises and hailings. Collins smiled and waved them while I followed suit.

After the toast, he said a few words of appreciation for honouring him on his wedding and presented me to them as “Our Wife”. I shot him an inquisitive stare but he never bothered to look at me. The ladies kept smiling and staring at me with an aura of acknowledgement. Somehow they kept me uncomfortable.

Music came on and the dance floor opened. Some people plunged into the pool and floated with the help of the rubbers on the water. A lot of people began approaching me and kept saying “welcome to the family.”

What family were they talking about? I was wondering when a still small voice from the back of my mind whispered to me, “don’t you think you’re playing Vera’s tape in your head? Do you like to keep this veil over your face? Can’t you see? These people are beautiful and love you so much, they are family. Just tell yourself, welcome home and put Vera to shame.”

The word Vera injected vigour from nowhere into me. I felt doused with courage and regretted being deluded by Vera’s text. From then onwards, it was grin upon grin, hug upon hug and pecks upon pecks from the gentlemen and ladies. I felt unleashed and ready to mingle.

I was basking in this new trend when the unthinkable happened. I felt a hand from behind grab my ass like one would grab a whore. I was wondering what was wrong with Collins, he wouldn’t do such thing in public. I wrestled free and turned to meet a huge dark bearded guy with a gawky smile that instead of brightening his face wrecked it more.

“Come on bitch, I love that ass. We’re gonna rock that ass tonight, what’you think?” He said with a foreign accent.

Glaring at him with absolute disgust, I retorted.

“Well I think you’re very disgusting with a face like a wrecked baboon. I can’t help but blame your father who was too poor to buy a condom when fucking the whore that was your mother.”
Well, I thought he looked scary when he smiled, but my words made him look beastly and quite horrific. I could liken him to Shrek.

“What the fuck did you say?” He snarled and looked scarier as he bared his irregular canine.

His enigmatic figure sent shivers down my spine and stood my hairs straight. What had I done?

“Buggy chill, what happened?” I heard Collins’s voice approach from behind me and that gave me some relief.

“This bitch need to be taught some lesson about using her cavity. Or I’m gonna slice her up and serve my dogs on a plate for dessert.”

“What’s going on?” Another man asked and soon we were forming a small crowd.

I explained what happened to Collins who shook his head to my shock and said, “well you have to be careful how you talk around here.”

“Is that what you have to say? Some one grabbed your wife’s ass hours after you married her and this is what you have to say Collins?”

I watched as they all made faces towards me and began telling Collins his wife was rude. I was bewildered and wondered what a joke they were, all of them, including my pathetic husband.

“Just take me out of here now please.” I bellowed.

Collins grabbed me by the hand, just under the shoulder and headed for my room. As soon as we were inside, he slammed the door behind us and sat me down.

“Now listen, you overreacted…”

“How would you say that? He came from behind and grabbed my ass like I was his pro and I couldn’t take that. You should warning him off.

For crying out loud this is our post wedding party of all things and I should be the queen here, hello! What is all this? I served that big for nothing fool what he deserved and gimme the chance over and over again I’ll only use it better in getting the better of him…Shameless bastard.”
Collins stayed calm until I was done and grunted. He turned around and placed both hands on his side, then paced about in the room.

“Okay fine, just stay in here and forget the party.”

“I was never going to step out anyway…Like you knew my mind.” “Alright, I’d go and attend to my guests.” He said and started leaving.

“Well that’s what happens when you refused to accept my own guests. Rubbish and condiments.” I swore under my breath as he said nothing and shut the door behind him.

Enraged, I slammed clenched fists into the bed as the music from the party downstairs blared on. I approached the window to take a view of the beast one more time. The entire space and rooms linked to it had been booked by my husband, meaning only them had access, both viewing and entry access to the venue. I saw Collins go to speak to Shrek and they exchanged brawls before the other guys intervened and calmed them. They hugged afterwards with the other guys trying to appease them.

What were they up to? Why didn’t everyone and even Collins refute what he did? They all seemed to be comfortable with it and Collins thought I overreacted? I retreated to my bed very angry but helpless.

I was brooding until I slept off. I woke up much later and the music was still blaring. I heaved myself from the bed to go ease myself in the toilet as I was feeling pressed. I still felt sleepy but decided to peer through the window once again to see how far they had gone. In one swift flash, sleep fled from my bleary eyes.

My post wedding party had been turned into a sex party. Everyone was naked and having sex. While some men had two ladies other had one, which they kept alternating. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Not all the people were within my view as I searched for my husband. What sort of sodomy was that? At one spot were two ladies doing themselves, in fact, the whole scene was just the perfect picture of a gang banging or group sex pornography.

Scared, I withdrew from the window alarmed. I put my hands over my mouth so not to scream. I darted towards the door to fetch my husband. He’d better not be riding another panother Life after the wedding day saga felt so rosy and aroused the concretisation of the saying that it’s not about the start but the end. We might not have started well, but I believed we were on course to bliss. Collins became a darling once again.

He treated me like a king would treat his queen, holding and squeezing my hands occasionally and pecking my forehead as a conclusion to every decision making. He would pat my back with assurance and cupped my face in his hands when he wanted to clarify me.

Few days after my black eye had disappeared and my red eye also, we set for Dubai. Our trip started on Facebook before we flew on Snapchat and later landed on Instagram. All other of my social media handles had their fair share. This time, my settings were not altered rather I had to tag some people in a bid to ensure the posts never eluded Vera.

She had become a silent preacher of marriage and good homes with some decent pictures of blissful moments with Desmond. They were expecting a baby even. A cold wordless war was going on between Vera and me, a cyber war. If she was aware of this war was something I never gave a hoot about rather I had solace in the fact that my fan base had increased drastically because of my slay pictures and short videos.

My several pictures around the fleet of cars that graced Collins’ compound, including that of his neighbours helped me a lot. I simply entered the Range Rover Sport and took pictures in the driver’s seat, behind the wheel, playing music and turning my head left to right like a standing fan and before a minute, it had hit over a hundred likes and hearts with comments from drooling admirers.

I began hosting contests and dolled out huge amounts of cash on Facebook and Instagram.

My road to fame was made easier than so many other’s road to their toilets, or so it seemed.

As soon as we arrived Dubai International Airport, we had a chauffeur driven car waiting to take us to a cabin near the beach. The interior was state of the art and luxuriously ​furnished with furniture sets, chandeliers, a plasma TV and a 70’s recorder.

From the bedroom upstairs, we had access to a view of the beach with white and black skins bared under the sun.
Everything about the cabin felt like I was shooting in a music video. In my mind’s eyes, I put golden chains on Collins over a big white t-shirt and sagged pair of white jeans trousers and loafers; he looked like Davido. I just needed to dance and twerk and frolic around Collins before a camera, under lights and boom mic, for the feeling to be complete.

It felt even cooler​ being made love to by Collins on that large bed. We spent more time idling about, sensualising our bodies. Touching and teasing erogenous parts; his nipples, ear lobes, back of my neck, my arms and lot of other places.
The cuddling was grand.

We spent our honeymoon on sightseeing and shopping in several of Dubai’s malls. The highlight of our stay was a visit to the Seven Star Burj Al Arab Jumeirah.

The sight of gold stung with me as I gawked at the golden walls and decors of the massive hotel that was symbolic of the United Arab Emirates. That day culminated in an intense love making.
All these happened and not a thing missed the social media. My fans went with me to Dubai, they knew and could tell my story better than me, especially those prolific and talented writers among them.

I was ponderously rummaging the cabinets and dark corners, looking for nothing exactly, just idling away as I waited for Collins to return from a business meeting he had scheduled after luckily running into an old associate of his father’s​.
My mind idled on why Vera had never reacted to any of my posts; not even a single shade talk more of a sub.
Damn! That girl was saner than I had thought. What ever was wrong with her, I rebuffed the thought with a jeering face.

I decided to check our clothings and other stuff in preparation for our departure since we had barely three days left. I was searching the wardrobe when I found a round knob at one end. I didn’t understand it but just decided to turn it.
I tried turning it clockwise but it didn’t move so I tried anti-clockwise and it broke free after the second attempt.

After turning the knob, the board behind it loosened and I shoved it inside. I needed a flashlight and quickly recouped one. I flashed it in and found some framed pictures and other photos stacked together. I pulled them out and retreated to the table to study them.

The face I saw in the framed photos looked familiar. Yes, my brain quickly called it up. It was the huge dark predator at the post wedding party.
It was Shrek, the ghoul Collins had addressed as Buggy. I began to sweat and shake visibly in the air-conditioned room. What was his picture doing here? Perhaps he used this room also or even owned it.

I quickly sought to see what the other stacked pictures held. My eyes bulged at the sight of what I had forgotten, what I once thought was hallucination.

So it was real? The same things I had seen in Collins’ room the first time, even a scarier sight. I searched from picture to picture at how women were bondaged and fastened to an apparatus where they were tortured and used for sexual gratification.

Conspicuous marks from whip lashes and dripping blood decorated the women’s bodies as their faces writhed in pain and tears. What was all this?

Curiosity led me to view more and by the time I got to the last photo, I was convinced that the room in the photos was in the cabin I had been sleeping, eating and making love in. I was totally oblivious of the spooky nature of this house, enjoying​ what was supposed to be a nightmare for me.

The revelation made me shudder and drop one of the framed photos to shatters on the floor and jolted me from the seat. I wanted to see it all.
I knew I had to search the house to find this room. Where else could it be? I had entered all the rooms in the house so no room that size could be anywhere on the surface of the earth, sharing the same building with the one I was in.

I was about giving up when I tripped and fell, crashing into a flower pot just under the staircase. I was struggling to stand when I caught a glimpse of a squat door on the floor underneath the staircase.

Yes, there was a basement.

I struggled to my feet and went to check the door. The metal latch on the door was posing some difficulty but I forced it open anyway and found a wooden staircase that led into a steep darkness. I went back to retrieve my torch and returned to calm my curiosity. I took one step at a time, descending the creaking stairs without​ a rail. I flashed my torchlight but couldn’t see much ahead.

At the foot of the stairs, I searched and found a light switch. As soon as I switched on the lights, my jaw dropped and my stomach churned. My head swirled around me and my limbs lost their strenght. I slumped and passed out.

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed and Collins had almost packed all our bags. I didn’t understand ​what he was up to.

In a flash, the pictures of the basement, the sight of bondage apparatuses looking like a serial killers laboratory, the whips and chains and clips and needles, they all came back. With a jerk, I thrust myself up to a sitting position, startling Collins to an abrupt turn.

“You’re awake.” He turned and continued packing.

“What is this place?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. What is his picture doing here?” I asked through squinting eyes.

“You ask too many questions.” He replied coldly.

“And I need answers Collins.” I yelled. “What exactly are you? Who are you? Who did I marry? What else am I going to find out?”

He lunged at me at lightening speed, pinning me down with a hand cupped over my mouth. ”

Shut up, this is not Nigeria. Stop shouting or I’ll kill you and leave you here to rot.”

After he calmed me, he retreated and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me.

“We’re leaving first thing tomorrow morning. I got a call from home that my parents were both involved in an auto crash. They are both unconscious as we speak.” He said calmly and started for the bathroom.

I was weakened but never shut a lid until daybreak.

The trip back to Nigeria was a silent one. We hardly spoke to each other but for the essentials. I was struggling amidst mixed feelings of what I had encountered and the tragedy that was befalling the family in my Parents in-law’s accident.

“Yes, Buggy owns that cabin.” Collins said long after we had boarded. “Like I told you before, we’re family.”

I didn’t say anything. I adjusted my ear plugs but Collins knew better that I’d surely hear him if he talked and continued.

“I know you are bothered by the things you saw, you should have steered clear of all obscurities.”

He shook his head. “You should never have entered that room.” When he realised I was never going to reply him, he gave up and cuddled to sleep.

As soon as we arrived Lagos, we went straight to see them at the hospital​. On arrival, my father in-law had passed and my mother in-law was dealing with a High Blood Pressure. Two days later, she joined her husband.

Collins cried uncontrollably and lost his manly poise. It took another two weeks to get him to feed well and all that time he was easily irritable.

He yelled at me at every little thing and threw tantrums all the time.

We buried them and his family didn’t have issues with sharing the properties. Collins was left with the company he was managing in addition to so many other landed properties littered around Lagos.

On this fateful day, I had just left the internet after realising Desmond had set up a pharmaceutical company for Vera as a welcome for their first child which happened to be a boy also. I didn’t like the sound of that. I had left the internet out of frustration, determined to engage Collins as soon as he returned. I was tired of staying at home and playing the role of a sex toy.

Collins returned from work and brushed past me into the bedroom. I joined him there and tried to keep low on conversations. I didn’t want to bug him.

“How was your day?” I asked him leaning against the wall as he undressed.

“I’m tired of coming home and hearing recite the same thing everyday…” He mumbled and stopped midway through the sentence.

“What did you say?”

“I’m sure you heard me.”

“Well I had thought about it and decided we’d be talking about that over dinner. But since you brought it up…I don’t have a choice but to talk about it now.”

“I see. I will as well one day remind you to breathe. You can’t for once be useful to yourself besides flooding the internet with every breath you take as if you can pay for a thing in your life.”

“What’s this all about? If somehow you were frustrated at the office then be a man and let whatever happened in Vegas remain in Vegas. Stop bringing your frustration home.” My tone had increased involuntarily.

“You’re shouting at me right? Fine, let’s have a chat.” He sat at the edge of the bed. “What can you do?”

I cleared my throat and told him I was a graduate and would love to practise. I told him I wanted a pharmaceutical company.

After I relayed it all to him, he was smirking with indignation. “You’re such a joke. I was always right that you’re good at nothing.” He stood and started for the bathroom.

I was left fuming at his reaction and pouring it all on the pillows. I kicked and punched but the fury never left one bit.

He left the bathroom tying a towel around his waist. I clenched my fist and bit my lower lip to control my temper.

“So what are you saying?”

“About what?” He asked expressionless.

“About the proposal I just made?” I patiently answered.

“Now get it into your skull.” He said with furrowed brows and a tightened jaw. “You are nothing but a scumbag. You are a no good daughter of a frugal asslicking gold-digger… Hey, wait before you say anything… You worth nothing more than mere sex toy, you’re only good for sex and that is why and only why you’re still here.”

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “Did you just say that to me?”

“If you want me to write a thesis about it, I’ll write a hundred pages. You are just a bag of I’ll luck. Ever since I met you it’s been one I’ll luck or the other. My business has been dwindling and finally it’s on a steep decline. Then again I lost my parents at the same time. You’re just an omen.”

“Excuse me, are you blaming me for your parents’ demise?”

“Who else Fifi? Who else if not you?” He yelled into my face.

“Do you know what?” I started to say, “I used to think you were just a beast but you’re just a product of frustration.”

I was barely done when stars flew from my eyes and the force of his slamming hand on the side of my head sent me crashing into the bedside cabinet. I struggled to find my footing but he was there already to drag me up. He landed another one that sent me crashing into the mirror and shattering it.

He was yelling abusive words and curses as he battered me. When I stole a glimpse of his face in the chaos, I could only liken it to a beast, an angry and hungry beast out for a kill. I was not only the prey but the threat, the death was glaring that awaited me.

“I’ll show you exactly what you’re good at.” He raged and locked the door before I could get there. I tried to scream but he grabbed me by the throat and choked me, shoving me hard on the bed. With a brisk movement, he used the bedside table as a ladder to the ceiling and pushed it a bit, that part of the ceiling gave way.

I never knew there was such in our room. He pulled out a rolled up twine rope and a whip.
“I’m going to show you a exactly what you are built for and how.”

I knew he was coming to tie me up and tried to wrestle with him but his punches weakened me. He turned me around and tied my hands to the bed posts. For the first time, I understand that our matrimonial bedroom was a BDSM apparatus. Every decor was an instrument for bondage and slavery. I was married to a sadist.

In a short time, he had expertly tied me up to a position where my legs were crisscrossed behind my head and my hands wide apart. My crotch was bared in the open space and my breasts inbetween my thighs. He played deaf to my soft moans from pain and my pleas never permeated him.

Still dry in my pussy, he began to enter me, thrusting rapidly. I cried but he never cared to listen. Each time I put up a struggle, he whipped me with whip and spat on me. He rode me like that, alternating between my pussy and anus.
When he withdrew for the third round, he sat the edge of the bed, looking horrific. He tried to speak but hesitated and left with his phone, he returned with water and some apples.

“You know what? Yes you were lucky to miss out at the cabin. It was going to be a party before the news about my parents. But it’s not over yet.

All you are good for is to fuck. I met you on this premise, fuck fuck fuck. The first time we met, fuck. You came again, fuck, we chatted, fuck, I proposed to you while fucking… It’s all fuck fuck fuck. So just get it. You are only for fuck. And in the family, we share.”

We had a knock downstairs and he went to get it. When he returned, I noticed he had company. Following him, were footfalls I thought were too many to count.

Buggy and his cohort were in my matrimonial bed…

Buggy was in company of three other guys…. I couldn’t place their faces, if they were present at my post wedding party or not.

They each gave me a wry smile. I knew my life would be over very soon. Collins should have just killed me and buried me, instead of making me go through the pain of gang rape.

I knew he called them to have a taste of me. Something Collins told me that after they have all had sex with me in his presence, I would be welcomed into his family.

“What nonsense family is that, Collins? You all are very sick! Come and untie me from here!” I screamed with the little strength in me.
Collins didn’t care. “Don’t make things worse.” He said.

I started crying. “Collins please don’t do this to me.” I pleaded.
Collins turned a deaf ear, took a bite of an apple and offered some to his friends’.

“Oh God, I promise, if this cup should pass me by, I will never ever have anything to do with Collins…. Please Lord, save my life…..” I said a silent prayer admist tears..

As I was lost in thought, I never noticed that Buggy had already undressed and began stroking his disfigured penis with cap like crushed snake head. He was uncircumcised.

He started approaching me with an apple. He offered me a bite, of which I shook my head and turned it away but that infuriated him, just like Collins.

He then threw away the Apple in anger and quickly rushed to our wardrobe, brought out a lubricant and poured it all over my body. He leaned over me and started french kissing me. He spread my legs wide open and ate my pussy like a wild lion hungry for a prey. Yes I was buggy’s prey. Each lick felt like I was gnawed by a carnivore. Something that would have been a pleasure was a nightmare to me. Of all people, it was the scary Buggy.
My pussy was so sore and painful.. Buggy continued to lick my exposed vulva and anus. He even tongue fucked my anus. He was dirty and horrible and scary like that.

With the little strength in me, I begged Collins to tell Buggy to let go of me.. I begged him with everything he held dear to him. But he came closer to me and whispered, “You ll just have to grin and bear him fuck you. If only you knew how lovely it is to behold.

I cried and reminded Collins how happy we were the first time I came here. While I cried and begged Collins, Buggy didn’t even care. He was still busy licking my anus like it was best part of a meal. Then he proceeded to licking my body like the dog he was.

Collins wasn’t moved one bit, even when suddenly, Buggy whipped me so hard! I let out a loud cry.. He moaned softly as he grabbed my breast like a hungry infant. Buggy sucked my breast so hard, that I screamed in pain.

It seemed he derived joy when I screamed, because the way he shook when I screamed like a convulsing baby……. He was sexually gratified when I screamed. That was his climax, his orgasm, so weird how he did it.

I was tired of crying and screaming in pains. I was already loosing my last strength when one of the guys brought out a drug already in a syringe from a box.

With the little strength in me, i pleaded to know what they were about to inject into me. He just whispered that I should Calm down, and the whole process would be painless.

I begged for my life like they owned it. Of course they really owned my life…

After I was injected with the content in the syringe, I passed out…..


Few hours later, I woke up and found out that I had been untied and wrapped under a blanket. I tried to get up but I had pains all over my body. I had no friend to call for help. The sound of music blared from the speakers in the sitting room.
Then I stretched out my hand to unplug my phone from the socket.
As I unlocked it, I saw fifteen missed calls from my mum and younger sister.
Then a message popped up. It was from my younger sister, telling me that she would love to visit before going back to school.

I quickly replied her text, not to come as Collins and I had gone for a business trip.

I couldn’t allow my younger sister visit me in my husband’s house.
Who knows? Collins could rape her in my presence or his cohort could gang rape her and make me watch my own younger sister suffer like me..

I shook my head and immediately my head ached. It felt like I was hit by a train.

While I was in the midst of my thoughts, I heard a raucous laughter coming from the sitting room. I recognised it to be Collins and his friends. It was obvious they were still very much around.

I planned on escaping, otherwise, who knew what they would do to me once they realised I was awake? I gathered the little strength in me, picked my purse that had my ATM cards in them and a little money in case of necessity.

I tiptoed towards the back door with my slippers held towards my chest, my phone and my purse held tight under my arms as I made my way towards the back door, praying silently a d earnestly not to be caught. I had to help my self even with the soreness of my body and Vagina which had already affected my gate, I didn’t care.. All on my mind was to be out of that hell of a house. I looked like a mad woman, my hair was scattered like someone who had just fought. There was no time for makeup as making up never crossed my mind in the first place. How would one running for safety think of makeup? I thought.

I succeeded in my prison and headed straight to a pharmacy to get some drugs for myself. After getting the medications, I felt dizzy and began staggering out of the pharmacy, mindless of the prying stares from other customers. It was difficult finding my next footing after another. I hadn’t had time to take the drugs I bought when I lost my footing and fell with a thud just before the glass doors held ajar by the janitor…

Thank you for the time….

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