she sat, straight faced, not uttering a word.
expressionless.

the guy stood, back against the door, hand in pocket.

Maggie sat on the flat matrass, thigh apart, hands on the lap.

the silence was visible, it was felt, it was so thick.

each wanted the other to break the silence.

the guy spoke.
he cleared his throat.

leaned backwards.

"hello, my name is kingsoo, Kingsley for full".
he stared at her, held her gaze.

she was so uncomfortable.

kingsoo smiled, he liked the effect he had on her, he knew he looked intimidating. he has to, he thought.

its not easy being the owner of a brothel, he had inherited it from his father. he was proud of what he did for a living.

he was happy his father was incapacitated.
a 'vegetable '.

he was a product of his line of business.
his mother, late mother was a prostitute.


the day before yesterday, Maggie had told him about a friend she called a sister.

who was ready to join the business.

he had reminded her of the usual ritual, a modus operandi, every new recruit had to pass through the initiation before they were allowed to stay at the brothel.

they had to sleep with him.

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Let's roll I d with u

been waiting

Kontinu

kingsoo, was lost.
lost in thought.


he found it rather embarrassing to convey his message.

was he shy?
no of course he thought.


there was something irresistible about her.
something captivating.

he had been in this line of business for a while.
he had seen countless recruit.

but never for once had he felt like this.
he wasn't familiar with the feeling.

it was a feeling of pity.

he had watched her got introduced to a man, he had seen her unwillingness.

he was sitting close to her, enjoying with his ladies but she caught his attention.

he liked her.
he still does.

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Maggie felt bad.
she felt ashamed.

it wasn't her fault.

all she ever wanted was to help this poor innocent looking girl.

a sister she never had.

but they wasn't nothing she could do to protect her from this kind of life, this kind of business.

a business where they are to exposed to all manner of people from the society.

mad men,
sick men,
ritualist,
spiritualist,
dirty men.

they all attended to.

she knew her friend,
this isn't where she belonged.


but something scared her, just by remembering the dream she had, cold shill ran down her spine.

she dreamt about her friend.
slaughtering people.

she tried to dismiss it.
but it always flash through her mind.

she knew she rarely dreams.

but if and when she does. its significant.

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Godbless

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mizquote:
thanks everyone.
Godbless

BLESS YOU TOO

mizquote:
thanks everyone.
Godbless

BLESS YOU TOO

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All I can say is more pls

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Maggie always dreamt about one person.
her mom.

she always saw her mom, taunting her, mocking her.
she had gotten so used to it that she saw it as been normal.

her mother hated her.
when alive and in death.

she was surprised about the dream she had, the one about her friend.

she watched, like one do when watching a horror movie. how your body cringe in fear.

she had slept that night, after attending to two customers.
she was fatigued.
her last customer almost rode her to death, his organ was big, the biggest she had seen. even though he paid her more than the previous one, she regretted ever consenting.

no wonder her colleague didn't try to get his attention.

she had terrible bruises afterwards.
she had laid down immediately he left, pulled her underwear and patted her legs, like a woman in labour.


then she strolled into dreamland.
where she saw someone bent over, she noticed the surroundings was dried and deserted.


she stood and observed the creature that was bent over something like a body.

a human body.

fear griped her.

the creature head was bent, it looked up.

it was her friend face in her mother's body.

it took the knife and buried it in its victim body.

she screamed.
and screamed.

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she noticed the changed in countenance in her friend.

she wondered why everyone was quiet, she knew they all had something to say but they were scared of uttering it.

she was scared.
her palms watered.

she was acquainted to badluck.
she was bad luck.

all her life she had experienced rejection.
rejection from birth.

the way they looked, they way they stood. the aura the emitted all meant something.

'Rejection'.

she was ready to beg.
ready to do anything to be part of this place. even though she knew it wasn't a right place but at least she had a roof over her head.


she looked at Maggie, her eyes pleading.

Maggie looked away.

the tension in the room was stiff.

if she was rejected here, she had one thing in mind.
one singular motive, whispered to her by the evil in her.
in a throaty small voice.

the voice urged her to go.
leave the place.

and end it all.

she had done it before.
she can do it again.


then someone spoke.
it was kingsoo.

Bring it on oh we ready!!!!

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the King must say something.
oh what a sweet name.
God bless my parents fo such a King in a silly way

MisQuote, remind me what I said it's been long enough to remember

he spoke rather too fast.

she couldn't grasp what he was saying. then it dawn on her.

she understood what he meant for she heard him clearly.
she tried to convince herself that he was joking but the look he had spelt seriousness.

she turned over to her friend.
Maggie didn't know what to say, how to say what to say at that point in time.

she thought she was in trouble, now she's in a deeper mess. he just told her he wanted to have sexual knowledge of her.


that it was part of the process all girls passed through. she looked at him.

he looked calm.

she did a rough estimate of how many girls were in the building, they were well over fifty.


so he had slept with them all, even her friend Maggie she thought.

he asked her to meet him at the reception and left. she was dumbfounded.

her friend made to reach to her but changed her mind, she was tired. tired of everything, even life itself.


she stood up and went to the reception. she met kingsoo, he offered her a drink.


little did both of them know, two eyes peering at them, angry.

she was followed.

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Nice Nice. who's this lady!

kingsoo didn't know why he was playing the gentleman. the lady was a prostitute, albeit still new in it.

she had innocence written all over her. she wasn't comfortable.

he knew he couldn't have her as his personal girl for he had one already.

he wanted to know her more.
so he asked her to tell him about herself.

she was fidgeting. she didn't understand why the rule was created.
why will he demand to sleep with any girl knew.

was it to test her viability?
to acknowledge her sexual prowess?

she looked at him, looked away.
she saw how icy his eyes turned.

she knew he was born good but evil had overtaken the good him. he had no conscience.

she knew he was deceptive.
he smiled more.


she had known more evil people than good people.
she could identify then by looking into their eye ball. it was always cold and they blink less.


kingsoo brought out a cigarette, lighted it and began puffing it.
he didn't like this game of silence but he liked the innocence.

he had things to do.

he stood up, she did same.

kingsoo had a special room.


she went with him. she was surprised on how the room was kept. it looked neat and smelt nice.

he smiled and pulled of his short, sat on his chair, legs apart.

she began to pull off her cloth. he stopped her.

"not so fast baby, come and play with junior first". he said pointing towards his groin area.

More plssssss

Barney11:
More plssssss

As u hear come play with junior ur own junior stand..........begging for more.

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Barney11:
I no be team Vaseline oh.i be f.i am a saint female.

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she didn't know what he meant.

he urged her to come closer.
to come nearer.

she moved her feet towards his direction. kingsoo was stroking his organ, he was stroking in a rhythm.

he motioned her to come. she stood before him lost on what to do.

she watched it as it came to life slowly.
"come over here baby, bend over" he muttered.

"feel it, it needs you, touch it baby,"

she came over, obviously irritated and touched it, a bit harder.

"yeah, ya baby, hold it baby, hold that thing..., squeeze it...,

his eyes rolled over and he came, all over her palm.
it smelt awful.

she nearly puked.
his organ mellowed, it became flaccid.

she stood up, picked a tissue and cleaned the mess on her hand.

she was glad it had ended. she made to leave .

he called.