‘…The criminal lay me down, kissed and bit my body while his fingers played R&B in my pu..y. He went down and ate my pu..y inside out, the love bites he dropped on my vagina made me vibrate, tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t know whether to call it tears of joy or tears of ecstasy, this was more
than what I saw in the movies…‘ – @cyrabrasky

All a girl who couldn’t talk could do was smile, at least I could
hear, I could see, I could write. I’m pretty, I see it in the mirror
every day and my aunt whispers it to my ears just to see me smile but
I didn’t have a man unlike some of my friends who had changed over 5
boyfriends since I knew them. No guy seemed to want a non-speaking
girl in his life. Let me introduce myself I’m Caroline, lost my family
in front of me at the age of 6. I remember playing under the chair
when thugs came – they shot my dad, my mum and my brothers. I
sincerely don’t know why they spared me but I’m living fine now. My
dad’s brother and wife adopted me and I was thankful. I didn’t know
what I wanted in life so I just went with the flow. I got into Delta
State University and I was happy. I was going to get away from home, I
was going to be free from my uncle and his wife and maybe even get a
boyfriend.

School was cool, I didn’t have much friends but I fed my eyes a lot, I
got exposed, I realised I loved romance even though I was still a
virgin. I would read books as long as it was romantic, I would watch
porn and imagine I was the one, most times I prayed to God for a
boyfriend solely because I wanted to know how sex felt like and in my head I knew it
was ridiculous. One Thursday evening after lectures, I started hearing
gunshots and voices of guys asking people to bring out their
valuables. I was shaking with fear, my room was the last room and out
of fear I brought out my cash, gold and laptop as I waited for my
turn. The only time I heard about robbers was on the news, now it was
happening to me. Two guys came into my room and one said she’s a good
girl, she has arranged everything already, then he asked me to kneel
down and look at them, the guy who wasn’t talking was the cutest thing
I ever saw. He was light skinned, not too huge, I didn’t believe I was
lost in lust in that kinda situation, the guy talking walked out with
my properties.

“Why are you not looking scared?” The cute one asked while looking
into my eyes. I just nodded and he came close and said, “You have the
most beautiful eyes and lips,” and with that he kissed me and I kissed
him back. I kept asking myself if this was happening. I felt I was
hypnotised. This was the best feeling ever, he ate my nipples and I
stroked his dick just how I saw it done in porn. The criminal lay me
down, kissed and bit my body while his fingers played R&B in my pussy.
He went down and ate my pussy inside out, the love bites he dropped on
my vagina made me vibrate, tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t know
whether to call it tears of joy or tears of ecstasy, this was more
than what I saw in the movies. I knew I would have this memory in my
head when I would be in church about to take
communion… damn! And when his manhood came knocking at my tight
vagina’s door my tears flowed like Kainji dam. He stopped, looked at
me in shock and said, “Are you…?”

I didn’t allow him finish. I kissed him and held him back to me so
tight, he was so gentle and sweet, I followed the rhythm and I felt
this sensation that rocked through my whole body. He bit my ears and
neck some more and continued, we were lost and came back to our senses
when we heard more gunshots and voices shouting “Police!” and all of a
sudden I didn’t see my criminal again. A police officer barged into my
room while I was still naked, I tried to cover myself and to my
surprise he hit me, pushed me on the bed and tried to take advantage
of me. I struggled, scratched him with my nails and kicked. I was
doomed and then I heard a loud bang on the officer’s head. Alas, my
cute criminal had saved me. I got dressed, hid him in my wardrobe and
went outside to get help, a student was lying dead outside.

I dragged a neighbour to my room and wrote on a paper that the police
officer tried to rape me so I hit his head. The rest of the criminals
were shot dead while battling with the police officers. I got cold to
my feet at that instant and prayed that my criminal would not be
caught…….

Everything felt so wrong but I wasn’t going to expose him.

Never.

– Words by Caroline Eligbue

Culled from the latest edition of Mystreetz Magazine( Blackmagic edition)