My Aunty Made Me A Sex Worker Chapter 3
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👩❤️💋👩🤷 My Aunty Made Me A Sex Worker CHAPTER THREE: 💋💞
She kept the pot down and slapped me hard in the face. Tears streamed down my cheek instantly.
“It is too late, Pie; whether you agreed or not, I will do whatever I want with you; I brought you from the village and fed you well for five days, so you already owe me,” she explained.
She carried the cow horn and said strange things on it before passing it over my head, but I began to pray and speak in tongues.
“You must be kidding if you think that thing will work on me,” she remarked.
She dragged me towards herself, pulling out a sharp small knife and slid it off my index finger, allowing fresh blood to flow.
She took out a small glass container and collected my blood, mixing it with a liquid that appeared to be blood that had turned black due to the length of time it had been stored.
She let go of me.
“You are now in this bottle PIE, which means you must follow my instructions or I will kill you if you try to defile me,” she said as I smooched my bleeding wound.
Aunt Mona did not take me back to the duplex and instead left me in the Ranch with the other girls.
I shared a room with two girls, one older than me and the other the same age as me.
The few days I have been at the Ranch, I have seen a lot of ungodly characters. They smoked, drink gose out late at night and comes back early the next money.
I got out of bed to preach the gospel, just like I do every morning.
When one of the girls held my palm, preventing me from leaving.
“Hey, whatever your name is, please stop disturbing the peace of this place; you think you are holy, right? Don’t worry by the time they knack you one better knacking that holiness go disappear from your body” she said but I don’t quite understand what she said. I freed my hands from her trip and went out to preach the gospel in the middle of the compound.
I could see some of the girls coming out of their rooms, some murmuring, others laughing at me, but I do not care; they need to repent of their sins.
And not be perish.
A car drove into the building, and all of the girls dashed to their respective rooms. But I stood still preaching, only to see the angry aunt Mona get out of her car and approach me, pulling me by the ears.
“I can see, you don grow feather abi?” She inquired.
“Na wetin I bring you come here come do be this?” She questioned, twisting my ears.
“But the people need to hear God’s word…” I spoke, but she interrupted me with a slap.
“Now listen to me very carefully. I want to make something clear to you. She paused for a while.
“I brought you here for business purposes. Do not think I will deal with a local champion like you or throw away my money on a swine like you.”
My heart started to ache. All I want to do is cry.
“You are here to work as a prostîtute, and tonight is the first day of work.” She said that and released my ears.
“Now run to your room; I will send some girls to get you some clothes,” she said, and I dashed to my room in tears.
Trying to absorb everything Aunt Mona said.
“What did she mean when she said she brought me here as a sex worker?” I thought as I slammed the door and sat down on the floor, crying with my head in my laps. Now it is beginning to make sense, which is why those maids felt sorry for me.
I sobbed faintly, not knowing how long I had sat crying.
A hand taps my shoulder, causing me to look up.
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Eyah not PIE trying to preach the word of God to those prostitute.
TO BE CONTINUED
