[Story] Agonies Of A HouseHelp (Complete Episodes)

Agonies Of A HouseHelp

Episode 11

That day I ate around 10pm in the night.

If not for that Okpa and sachet water I bought earlier in the day, I wonder what would have become of me.

My madam came back with her husband and dished some jollof rice into my plate and handed it to me.

I thanked her and sat on the mortar to eat.

The food was still warm and delicious not minding the fact that it was cooked early in the morning before the incident with the white woman took place.

I ate fast and then had the plate washed and kept on the rack to dry…

The next day was a saturday and unfortunately for me I didn’t wake up early.

I was very tired and exhausted when I went to bed the past night so I didn’t know when morning came.

The fury which the piece of wire landed on my neck this time around was ten times more painful than I had ever felt before in my life.

I screamed so loud that my madam’s husband ran into my room to find out what was happening to me.

As soon as my madam heard her husband’s footstep approaching, she threw the piece of wire under my bed and frowned at me as warning not to talk.

“What’s the problem?” My madam’s husband asked as soon as he got to my room.

I kept quiet sobbing hysterically.

“Why are you crying?” He asked again staring at me.

For a reply, I sobbed the more.

“Darling why is she crying?” He asked facing his wife – my madam.

Madam kept silent.

“Can someone please tell me what is happening here?” Madam’s husband insisted.

I didn’t talk, madam didn’t talk.

In anger, the husband stormed out of the room and into their master’s bedroom…

Episode 12

Later in the evening, when my madam’s husband came back from work, he called me aside and asked me why I was crying in the morning.

“Nothing sir,” I replied not wanting to betray myself.

“Come on dear,” he urged on. “Your madam is not here so be free and tell me what happened.”

I kept silent for some seconds before I replied.

“Madam flogged me with wire,” I revealed. “And hid it under the bed.”

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes sir,” I replied. “Please let me finish up with the plates,” I added.

“Ok,” he replied and left.

I finished washing the plate and went to dispose off refuse for the day.

I didn’t go over to Chidimma’s compound to call her like before so I came back early.

Then I proceeded to look after the little baby as madam took her evening bath.

There was this way my madam’s husband was looking at me that made me uncomfortable but I pretended like I didn’t notice.

I focused on the baby I was babysitting and ignored him completely.

My madam soon finished taking her bath and joined us in the sitting room.

She collected her baby from me and ordered me into the kitchen.

I obeyed immediately and left the sitting room.

Inside the kitchen I thought about my life. There wasn’t any hope that I would go to school and my madam and her husband didn’t seem to be thinking in that direction.

Then I thought about my madam’s husband and the way he had been looking at me recently and wondered what exactly he had in mind.

At fifteen, my b####t had developed to a sizeable extent and my hips were innocently rounded.

Could that be what the husband was staring at? I couldn’t tell.

I sat in the kitchen till it was time to prepare dinner then I set to work grinding, pounding and cutting the necessary condiments needed for the soup.

When I was done, I took over the baby while my madam set to work.

Within 2hours, the soup was ready so she and her family ate first before mine was dished into one rubber plate and I ate without any complaint or grudges.

I then proceeded to wash the dishes used in preparing and serving the food before I finally went to bed.

Around 1.00am midnight, my madam’s husband sneaked into my room while I was fast asleep and started touching me all over.

I woke up with a start, shocked and surprised but he hushed me and begged me to cooperate but I resisted and pleaded with him not to force me.

Feeling angry and humiliated, he tiptoed out of my room and went back to their master bedroom…

Episode 13

The husband’s countenance towards me changed dramatically after that night and became harsh and aggressive.

He barked at me at the slightest opportunity and complained about everything I did.

The day I mistakenly poured water on the floor while trying to fetch drinking water, I got a very dirty slap on my face and a promise to make it worse next time I ever tried it again.

My madam noticed the change in the husband’s behaviour too and wondered secretly within herself even though she didn’t mention it to me.

One evening while I was washing plates inside the kitchen, madam’s husband came into the kitchen and stood quietly behind me.

It was when he cleared his throat that I turned abruptly and my legs shivered.

“You think you’re smart right?” He asked staring at me.

“No sir,” I replied still trembling. “I’m sorry sir.”

“You rejected my proposal right?” He asked again. “I will make this house very unbearable for you till you learn your lesson.”

The words sent shivers down my spine and my legs wobbled out of fear.

During my quiet moment I thought about all my madam’s husband said to me and felt the need to give him what he wanted atleast to have his support.

Madam’s maltreatment alone was hell not to talk of when Oga joined in the maltreatment, the situation was terribly horrible.

But then I didn’t know how to call the husband and tell him my decision.

Day after day, more and more punishments came my way and Oga stopped intervening in madam’s mistreatment unlike before when he never supported my madam.

Then one evening when I came to clear the dishes which the husband used in eating water melon, I gathered courage and blinked my left eye to him which he instantly interpreted and kept silent.

I had learnt back in the village in normal gossip among village teens that blinking to a man signified interest so at that point I had to employ it on my madam’s husband.

Then that night, the expected happened.

My madam’s husband sneaked into my room and this time I didn’t resist.

In the darkness of the night, his fingers searched for the wetness of my young orifice and when he found it, fingered it gingerly.

Then he ordered me to pull my pant and I obeyed instantly out of fear.

He opened my legs wide and lay on top of me as I felt a hard part of him push into me and felt sharp severe pain.

I restrained myself from screaming for fear of waking my madam but I couldn’t help muffling a groan. my9jarocks.info

He wasn’t gentle at all and moved in and out of me erratically till he started convulsing like an epileptic and I felt warm liquid spurt into me.

Then he collapsed on top of me panting.

Next thing he got up, wore his boxers and tiptoed back into their master bedroom…

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Episode 14

From that night onwards, madam’s husband became friendly once again towards me to the great consternation of my madam.

The husband defended me at the slightest opportunity leaving my madam marvelled and confused.

There was a day my madam hit me for spilling water mistakenly on the kitchen floor while washing plate.

That day was a saturday and my madam’s husband didn’t go to work.

The pain of the flattened right palm of my madam landing on the mid-region of my back made me shout out as she continued the assault unperturbed.

Hearing my scream from inside the bedroom, my madam’s husband hurriedly ran from the bedroom to the kitchen to find out what was happening.

“Could you imagine that this stupid girl carelessly poured water on the floor upon all my warning,” my madam explained as soon as the husband got to the kitchen.

“And so bl0*dy what?” The husband barked shocking my madam into silence. She had expected her husband to support her like before but surprisingly the response she got was more shocking than expected.

“Enough is enough with these your wickedness,” the husband continued. “And let this be the last time you will ever treat this young girl like this. I even regret why I bailed you from that police custody, wicked woman.” The husband bawled.

My madam couldn’t utter any word in reply. She was deeply stunned by her husband’s sudden and unexpected outburst worsened by the fact that it all happened in the presence of the most insignificant of people – my humble self.

The husband turned and went back into the bedroom.

My madam stood still not knowing what to do again. I stood where I was equally confused.

At long last she slowly went into the bedroom with her husband while I remained in the kitchen half-happy and half-confused.

Through out that day my madam didn’t utter any word to me. She didn’t issue any order as usual and I did just the chores I knew I had to do.

The whole house remained silent like a grave yard sake for the occasional cries of the baby which stopped as soon as my madam intervened with b####t milk and lullabies. my9jarocks.info

And so the silence continued till night came and everyone went to bed.

Around 3am, the husband tip-toed into my room once again to enjoy my young innocent honey pie…

Episode 15

From that night onwards, madam’s husband became friendly once again towards me to the great consternation of my madam.

The husband defended me at the slightest opportunity leaving my madam marvelled and confused.

There was a day my madam hit me for spilling water mistakenly on the kitchen floor while washing plate.

That day was a saturday and my madam’s husband didn’t go to work.

The pain of the flattened right palm of my madam landing on the mid-region of my back made me shout out as she continued the assault unperturbed.

Hearing my scream from inside the bedroom, my madam’s husband hurriedly ran from the bedroom to the kitchen to find out what was happening.

“Could you imagine that this stupid girl carelessly poured water on the floor upon all my warning,” my madam explained as soon as the husband got to the kitchen.

“And so bl0*dy what?” The husband barked shocking my madam into silence. She had expected her husband to support her like before but surprisingly the response she got was more shocking than expected.

“Enough is enough with these your wickedness,” the husband continued. “And let this be the last time you will ever treat this young girl like this. I even regret why I bailed you from that police custody, wicked woman.” The husband bawled.

My madam couldn’t utter any word in reply. She was deeply stunned by her husband’s sudden and unexpected outburst worsened by the fact that it all happened in the presence of the most insignificant of people – my humble self.

The husband turned and went back into the bedroom.

My madam stood still not knowing what to do again. I stood where I was equally confused.

At long last she slowly went into the bedroom with her husband while I remained in the kitchen half-happy and half-confused.

Through out that day my madam didn’t utter any word to me. She didn’t issue any order as usual and I did just the chores I knew I had to do.

The whole house remained silent like a grave yard sake for the occasional cries of the baby which stopped as soon as my madam intervened with b####t milk and lullabies.

And so the silence continued till night came and everyone went to bed.

Around 3am, the husband tip-toed into my room once again to enjoy my young innocent honey pie…

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