Cacophonous Melody Episode 35
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After Bruce dropped his wife off at the prophet’s church, he returned to his car and drove to a safe distance, parked the car properly and walked back to the church premises.
He was yet to give his wife the coaching and special training he knew she needed to be socially adept, so he always wanted to be with her, to guide her on how best to live in the city.
However, that night, he wasn’t just unable to go home like the prophet told him to go, because he worried about her social behaviour, but because he wasn’t ready to ever let her out of his sight, after experiencing Ozonge first-hand.
He watched silently as the prophet asked his wife to undress, and saw her undressed and tied a wrapper over her chest, then she walked behind the prophet, towards the beach by his church building.
Bruce frowned as he watched the prophet stand by, while his wife took her bath in the beach.
He didn’t like the fact that the prophet seemed to relish his wife’s beauty, as he stood very close to Tracy, smiling mischievously.
When he ordered Tracy to step out of the water, Bruce nearly threw a bunch at the prophet, when he saw how he was looking at Tracy’s firm breãsts as they pushed hard against the piece of cloth.
The piece of cloth she was trying as now so wet, and clung unto her body. Her nîpples weren’t just visible, the line of her panties showed so clearly, when she turned around to go.
“You son of a bítch! You better not be thinking of anything stupîd, or you’ll surely feel the wrath of an angry husband” Bruce muttered, still following them from a safe distance.
He saw Tracy sit down on the floor, and saw her lift the cup he offered her to her mouth and drank, then she began to act funny, making Bruce’s heart leap tumultuously.
He began to make his way into the church hall, and was halfway to where his wife was lying when he saw the prophet begin to untie the rope on his gown, and positioned himself in between his wife’s legs that he had spread.
“God damnit! Why did I choose to wait and get so sure that he was up to no good before I acted? Bruce berated himself, and hurled himself at the prophet when he saw him lower himself over his wife.
He knew that the prophet was likely to successfully make an entrance before he arrived their sides, if he tried to run to them, so he chose to throw himself in a forward surge towards the prophet.
Bruce went with leg first, sending a kick as he landed on the prophet.
The prophet fell hard with his back on the floor. His fully charged propagator was pointing at the ceiling of the church, and he was still too shocked about the attàck to decide on what to do.
His mind quickly processed what was going on, and he made to make a run for it, seeing how beãst-like Bruce had become, but he was a second too late.
Bruce lurched at the prophet, not sparing a moment to think about what could happen if the prophet diëd from the attàck.
“God punish you, you prophet of doom!” Bruce screàmed like a manïac, hitting the man hard and spontaneously all over his body.
Then his eyes caught sight of the prophet’s still erect phàllus, and his anger got so fueled that he didn’t know when he went straight to it.
He pulled the prophet’s propagator, and gave it a vïolënt bend, creating a cracking sound and sending the prophet to the realms of extreme and unbearable anguish.
“No oooooo!” the prophet screàmed, as the excruciating pains only a penilè fracture can cause, rocked his entire body.
The prophet continued to cry from the pàins, but Bruce wasn’t done, he wasn’t about to allow a man that nearly abused his wife, get away with just a penilè fracture.
Bruce knew before, that during erectiôn the penîs is engorged with blōõd that fills two cylinders (corpora cavernosa).
He also knew that if an engorged penîs is bent suddenly or forcefully, the trauma can rupture the outer lining of one of the two cylinders (tunica albuginea) and this can result in a penîs fracture, so he could tell that the evïl prophet was already on his way to erectilè issues.
The prophet got some extra kicks and hits, before Bruce left him lying in a corner, unable to make any move.
He rushed over to his wife’s sides and began to try to wake her up. Apparently, the prophet gave her something in a large quantity, so Bruce couldn’t wake her up just yet.
“Please I beg you. It’s the dèvil’s work. Please do not hurt me again, my small man is almost damaged” the prophet cried, when he saw Bruce walking towards him.
“Yes, I noticed that it’s almost damaged, and that’s why I need to do a little more, to ensure that it is surely damaged” Bruce said, and began to tear the rope the prophet had removed earlier and tied the scared prophet with it.
“What are you doing? Why are you tying me up?” the prophet asked Bruce with a shaky voice.
“Oh, I’m making sure that you do not have to use this again. So now that I need to be sure that my wife is okay, I can’t be checking on you now and then, to be sure that you’re not running away” Bruce said, and left the man to stay where he wanted.
He sat beside his wife, lifting her head to his thoughts, and waited for the first streak of daylight to head home.
Bruce made the prophet send a voice note to his phone, asking him to come take him to his house, because he didn’t want some church members to see him for a while.
“But why are you taking me to your house? Why are you making it look like you’re still planning to hurt me?
“I have been begging you all night long. Please don’t do this” the prophet begged.
“Get into the car, and don’t make me say it again. You may also want to know that I snapped you, and made some videos of your atrocious acts, before I pounced on you.
“So, if you dare make any funny move, I’ll have the police and press on your case the next second” Bruce said, and got the prophet doing as he wished.
They arrived his residence later that morning, and he made sure the prophet was properly tied and left in a room, before he went into his bedroom to check on his wife.
Tracy woke to a terrible headache that morning. She was surprised to find herself at home, and her husband peering into her face concernedly.
“He succeeded right? Tell me already, he had his way with me before you arrived, and you brought me here out of compassion, right?” Tracy asked, looking very heartbroken.
Bruce gave a dry laughter, then told her everything that happened, ensuring that he let her know that she never left for a second.
“Come with me, you may want to say hi to him” Bruce said, and led Tracy to the man.
Tracy was already planning how she’d pounce on the prophet, but couldn’t even look at the man twice, when she got into the room.
“But why did you bring him here?” Tracy asked her husband as soon as they walked out of the room.
“I took time to study everything about penilè fracture, and found out that sometimes, the tube that drains urine from the body (urethra) is damaged as well, and blōõd might be visible at the urinary opening of the penîs.
“So a penîs fracture requires urgent medical attention and prompt surgical repair is typically recommended.
“Because when left untreated, a penîs fracture might result in a curved penîs or the permanent inability to get or keep an erectiôn firm enough for sèx; that is erectile dysfunction.
“Do you get me now? Do you know why I have to feed him only enough to keep him alive, and keep him here with me, long enough to keep the damage permanent?” Bruce asked his wife, making Tracy open her eyes in both fear and astonishment.
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TO Be Continued
