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Here is a beautiful write up.

Bobby lived a very sad life.

But as soon as death came Knocking...

He became very happy!

© Prince Edidiong

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A cold wind swept across Bobby's room. Yep! The witches were at it again.

For the past two months, Bobby had passed through hell in the hands of these three witches.

At the eve of the day, these witches would come around and torment him for long hours.

Immediately the cold breeze swept across the room, the door would bang severally and the curtains would be swirling around the windows.

Just then, a hot vapour would emerge from the floor of the room. These witches would emanate from the vapour, they would transform into beautiful and gorgeous ladies.

They would grin and laugh loudly as they approached his bed stand. Bobby would always let out a scream, but unfortunately, his voice wouldn't cross his lips.

They would yank off his shorts and each would have different forms of sex with him. At the end of each sexcapade, his male organ would spurt out large amount of blood.

The witches collated the blood into tiny transparent bottles. Once they were done with him for the day, they would transform yet again, into old tattered women and then disappear.

Thereafter, his organ would be erect for about an hour. He was always in pains and anguish.

Each time it happened, Bobby would render complaints to his mom and sisters but they wouldn't listen. They were too busy to hear him out.

But this time around, everything took a different dimension. As the cold wind blew, the witches emanated but to his earnest surprise, they didn't transform into younger ladies.

They got closer to his bed stand, starred at him and shook their heads in disappointment. They disappeared immediately.

He was very elated. "They aren't interested in my body anymore, it's all over", he thought to himself.

Little did he know... he couldn't survive the previous sexcapade. Blood was gushing out from the different openings in his body.

As a result, he died.

On realising he was dead, he was much more happier.

"At least, I wouldn't get to be tormented by the witches henceforth" he said smiling.

He lived happily, thereafter.
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Fictional write-up| August, 2022.

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