🔞AUNTY 😏
STOP TOUCHING 🥒
CHAPTER 28🎉
WRITTEN BY PETER’S GRACIOUS ✍🏻
🔞FOR MATURE MIND ONLY 🔞
“Ah, good afternoon, Pastor Mike. I didn’t know you were coming,” Beatrice said, watching the pastor, who seemed to be scanning the entire house as though sensing something unusual.
“There’s a blood-s*****g demon in this house. Where are they?” Pastor Mike asked urgently.
Beatrice, confused, responded, “What demon are you talking about, Pastor? There are no demons here. It’s just a kind lady and a doctor inside, tending to my sick son.”
Pastor Mike shook his head and said, “Oh, Sister Beatrice, what has happened to your prayer life? Why has it dwindled? You’ve become so distracted by the things of this world that you’re blind to the spiritual dangers happening right under your nose.”.
Beatrice’s heart raced. She couldn’t believe what Pastor Mike was saying. “Pastor, I don’t understand. How could there be a demon in my house? I’ve prayed for my son, and the doctor is just here to help.”
Pastor Mike stepped closer, his voice firm but compassionate. “Sister Beatrice, the enemy is cunning. He can disguise himself in many forms. Your lack of prayer and discernment has given this evil a foothold. You must trust me. I sense a dark presence, and it’s feeding off the vulnerability here.”
Beatrice hesitated, glancing towards the closed door where the doctor and the woman were attending to her son. She felt torn between her faith and what seemed like the practical steps she had taken to care for her child.
“What should I do, Pastor?” Beatrice asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Pastor Mike placed a hand on her shoulder. “We must pray, Beatrice. And quickly. But first, you must open your eyes and see the truth for what it is. That ‘good lady’ you mentioned,she is not what she seems.”
Beatrice’s eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean? She’s been nothing but kind and helpful!”
Pastor Mike’s gaze hardened. “Evil often wears the mask of kindness. But we’ll know soon enough. Let’s go inside. We need to confront this spirit before it’s too late.”
“Sister Beatrice the pastor is right look how dark your home is, it’s clouded with evil.. The lady knew your light was very hot in Christ and she did everything to distract you from the presence of God. I guess she use her expense gift to buy you over.” Abike the head of the prayer said.
Beatrice stood there drawn in regret.
“Before we Open the door, we shall pray for about five minutes. Then we open the door.” The pastor said and they all joined their hands together and began worshipping and praying.
Here’s an edited version of your scene with more clarity and structure, while keeping the dramatic tone:
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In Emeka’s room, the queen of mummies, climb on Emeka. After s*****g his gbola till he cūm in her mouth.
her lips curling into a twisted smile as she moved to position herself over his erected gbola. But just as she was about to insert the gbola on her pus.sy, the native beads around her wrist began flashing with a sudden, bright light.
Startled, the Queen Mother jumped off Emeka immediately. “They’re here, Cassandra,” she hissed, her voice sharp with urgency.
Cassandra, who had been lounging nearby, stood up at once. “Who?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion.
“The woman—Beatrice—she must have called her church pastor,” the Queen Mother replied, hastily pulling on her clothes. Her movements were quick, practiced, as though she’d faced interruptions like this before.
“We need to leave, now,” the Queen ordered, her tone brooking no argument.
“But the ritual isn’t complete,” Cassandra protested, frowning as she glanced back at Emeka, still sprawled on the bed.
“I know,” the Queen Mother snapped, “but we’ll finish it elsewhere. Dress the boy. He’s coming with us.”
Cassandra obeyed, moving to Emeka and hurriedly pulling his clothes back on.
“These fools think their prayers will have any power over us,” the Queen sneered as she slipped on her shoes.
“As for Beatrice,” she added with a malicious smile, “I will deal with her personally for defying me. She should have known better than to bring a pastor into this.”
Cassandra nodded, finishing dressing Emeka. “She’ll regret it.”
The Queen of Mummies did something with the small cow horn she held, and instantly, Emeka sneezed, jolting awake from his unconsciousness. Without hesitation, she locked eyes with him, hypnotizing him so he would follow their commands without question.
“Now follow us to the car,” she ordered. Emeka, sitting up, nodded obediently and began following them out of the room, his expression vacant.
As they reached the living room, about to pass through, a voice halted them.
“Excuse me, young ladies,” Pastor Mike said firmly, stepping forward. “You’re not leaving here without confessing to all the atrocities you’ve committed.”
The Queen of Mummies stopped, her eyes narrowing. “And who do you think you are to stop us?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
“I am a servant of the Lord,” Pastor Mike replied, his stance unwavering. “Now, confess and be free, or remain stubborn and watch the power of God destroy you.”
Behind him, the prayer warriors continued fervently, their voices rising in tongues as they prayed without ceasing, filling the room with a spiritual intensity.
But the Queen Mother merely smiled. Without a word, she raised the cow horn and pointed it at Pastor Mike. In an instant, he staggered, his vision blurring as dizziness overtook him. With a soft groan, he collapsed to the ground, and blank out.
TBC
