🔞AUNTY 😏
STOP TOUCHING 🥒
CHAPTER 22🎉
A STORY BOLDLY WRITTEN BY PETER’S GRACIOUS ✍🏻
🔞FOR MATURE MIND ONLY 🔞
Emeka’s POV:
“Jesus, Jesus! Help me, Lord!” I shouted, sprinting towards the door.
But just as I reached for the handle, a sudden gust of wind swept past me, and in an instant, I found myself lying back in their midst.
“You think you can run?” a voice sneered. “You’ve forgotten—no man can outrun his shadow.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I lay there, gasping for breath, fear gripping every fiber of my being. The room felt smaller now, the air thick with an oppressive weight. I wanted to scream, to cry out, but my throat felt tight, my voice gone.
From the shadows, the Queen stepped forward, eyes gleaming with a cold, menacing light. “You should have known,” Her voice echoed, colder now. “There is no escape.”
I tried to move, but my body felt like lead. My mind raced, searching for a way out, a prayer, anything that could save me.
Then, She knelt beside me, its breath chilling the side of my face. “The more you resist, the deeper you sink.”
I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. **”God, please,”I whispered, clinging to the only hope I had left. “Save me.”
But she only laughed, its voice a haunting whisper. “Your God can’t help you now.”
I scanned the room and saw Philomena standing there, her eyes filled with guilt. The other sugar boys were staring at me with pity in their eyes.
“Step forward, Cassandra. It’s time,” she said.
Cassandra bowed respectfully and stepped forward.
“Now, give me your hands,” she instructed.
I lay on the ground, silently praying for God’s help, tears slipping down the sides of my face. *I know I haven’t been a good boy,* I thought.
Then the Queen took a blade and slid it across Cassandra’s palm, letting her blood drip into a small glass cup. Once they had collected enough blood, they began chanting incantations over it. I could swear I saw the blood boiling in the cup, even though it wasn’t over any fire.
When they were done, Cassandra brought the cup of blood closer to my mouth and commanded me to open it.
But I clenched my mouth tightly shut. *I can’t do this…”
Cassandra’s voice grew sharper, her patience wearing thin. “Open your mouth,” she demanded again, bringing the cup even closer. The smell of the blood was overwhelming, metallic and strange, making my stomach churn.
I shook my head, my lips pressed tight together. I couldn’t do it—whatever ritual they were trying to complete, I wasn’t going to be a part of it.
Philomena stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. “You don’t have a choice,” she said coldly. “You either drink, or you face something far worse.”
I felt my heart p******g in my chest, fear clawing at me. What was worse than this? But before I could think of an answer, two of the sugar boys grabbed me by the arms, forcing me up to my knees. I struggled weakly, but I had no strength left.
Cassandra knelt down in front of me, holding the cup to my lips. “Just drink it,” she whispered, her voice softer now. “It’ll be over soon.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, the tears flowing faster. *Why is this happening to me?* I thought, my breath shaky.
The Queen’s voice echoed in the room, filled with authority. “He must drink willingly, Cassandra. There is no power in forced submission.”
A moment of silence passed. Cassandra hesitated, her eyes flickering with something—maybe regret, or fear of her own. She lowered the cup slightly.
I saw my chance.
Summoning all my remaining strength, I jerked my head away, ripping myself free from their grip. “I won’t!” I shouted, my voice hoarse but firm. “I won’t do it!”
For a moment, the room was still. Then, Philomena’s expression darkened, and the Queen sighed, her eyes filled with disappointment. “You’ve made your choice,” she said quietly.
Suddenly, the sugar boys’ grips tightened again, and I felt cold dread wash over me. Whatever was coming next—it was going to be worse than I could have imagined.
The room seemed to grow colder as the Queen stepped forward, her eyes locked on me. “You think defiance will save you?” she asked, her voice low and chilling. “You’ve chosen the path of suffering.”
The sugar boys held me firmly as the Queen raised her hand. In it, she held something small and dark—a stone, or perhaps a charm, covered in strange symbols. My heart raced as she began murmuring in a language I couldn’t understand, her words dripping with power.
I struggled, trying to pull away, but the boys’ grip only tightened, their faces blank as if they had no will of their own.
The Queen’s chant grew louder, and the air around me felt heavy, almost suffocating. The stone in her hand began to glow faintly, its light pulsing in rhythm with her words. A cold dread crept up my spine, and I could feel something terrible approaching—something ancient and dark.
Cassandra stepped back, her expression one of quiet sorrow. She wouldn’t intervene. She couldn’t.
Suddenly, the light from the stone burst forth, flooding the room with an eerie glow. I felt a searing pain in my chest, like something was being ripped out of me, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I screamed, but my voice sounded distant, as if it were coming from somewhere far away.
The Queen’s voice rang out above the chaos. “This is what happens when you defy the will of the gods.”
The pain intensified, and for a moment, I thought I was going to black out. But just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, the light vanished. The pain stopped, leaving me gasping for air, drenched in sweat.
I collapsed to the ground, weak and trembling. I didn’t know what had just happened, but I felt… different. Something inside me was missing, a piece of myself that had been taken.
The Queen knelt beside me, her face now calm, almost gentle. “You’ve lost more than you know,” she whispered. “But this isn’t the end. You will serve us now, whether you want to or not.”
I looked up at her, my vision blurred by tears. I felt hollow, powerless. Whatever resistance I had left had been drained away.
Cassandra stepped forward again, the glass cup still in her hands. This time, when she spoke, her voice was quiet, almost pleading. “Please. Drink.”
I didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. I parted my lips slightly, and she brought the cup to my mouth. The blood was thick and warm as it slid down my throat, filling me with a strange warmth that spread through my body like wildfire.
As I drank, I felt something stir within me. The hollowness began to fill, but not with anything good. It was dark, ancient, and terrifying. The power they had taken from me was replaced with something far worse.
The Queen smiled, satisfied. “It is done.”
I slumped to the ground, my mind spinning. I had no idea what they had just made me, but I knew one thing for certain.
I was no longer myself.
Just then Cassandra walked up to me and took me in her embrace.
TBC…
