The first person I ever killed in my life was my step father... I killed him when I was only 15, David, my step father was a Casanova, my mother knew, yet she still brought him to our home and gave him shelter.
David would come to my room very late at night when my mom, our house help and our gatekeeper were sleeping, he would touch my body, forcefully harass me, with a knife, and threaten to kill me if I ever tell anyone about the things he did to me, and, helplessly, I would comply.
One day, I saw our gatekeeper bought a rat poison and kept it at a safe corner after using a little of it in his room.
I waited for him to fall asleep at his post before stealing the poison,
then I poured it all in David's favorite wine when he and my mother were away,
David took this wine when they returned and he was having a stomach upset after a few minutes of drinking the wine.
He later gave up the ghost and things got even worse.
I did not remember that we had a CCTV camera in our house, my mother sent me away after realizing that I killed her new found love.
I wasn't bothered nor worry about my own mother chasing me out of the house, what I wondered about was if my mother knew what had transpired between her lover and I, because she did not keep a camera in my room and whenever I tried to talk about it, she try her best to shut me up.
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I, of course, went to the street when my mother sent me away three other times, when I went to plead with her.
it was on the street that I learnt that you the rule of life of the street was for you to either kill or get killed.
you have to kill to survive.
many lives were ended in my room, on my bed, when I was into prostitution for 13 years.
I was paid many times by mafias, hired killers, assassins, and many people to lure men into my bed so as they would capture them. most of these men, were killed in my bed, at times, by myself.
I was 27 when Joseph met me and took me out of the mud, where I was used, where I used my body for money and changed my life a little bit.
I agreed to marry Joseph, Joseph got me a job at the soap factory, where he was one of the supervisors.
I was accepted at the factory, but I was to work in the second company, owned by the same person, but managed by another person named Bryan. Bryan was my boss.
I was under training at the factory for a year, learning how to make soaps, before I was fully employed.
It was all good at first, then came chaos.
I started liking Bryan before he shoot his shot, I did not know that he lusted after me too, until one day, he took me out for lunch and eventually broke the ice.
I agreed immediately.
I was in love with Bryan.
I saw no wrong in it because I never liked Joseph, I only followed his lead when I saw that he was foolishly in love with me and was ready to do anything for me, to give me a better life.
Bryan and I started a secret affair that later led to pregnancies abortions, but the sixth abortion refused to go.
I decided to keep it when the doctor said it was a 50/50 chance.
I did not know that Helen was hearing my conversation with Bryan one fateful day, disappointed, she threatened to tell my husband and started blackmailing me.
she had collected a lot of money from me until that evening, when I had had enough, she used my card to pay for her expensive clothes and shoes, I barged into her room and the rest was history.
It would have been a bit better, until Joseph's mother, the only family he had left moved in to our house after Helen's death.
it was on my birthday Night that things perfectly fell apart because Bryan came with his cousin and my mother in law caught Bryan's cousin and I making out in the females bathroom and left me no choice but to kill her too