"Oh my God! Oh no! Please! Don't do that!" I yelled, burying my face between my thighs and holding my head in shock and disgust. My scream was maddening as it echoed across the entire villa.
I was still yet screaming and pleading when I perceived him by my side, worse of it was the stench of his stool which he had used to smear his hand, and the entire chamber.
I just couldn't stop curling up my body like a cat and pulling away from him.
Nothing had been so disgusting and offensive. Ever since he got to my side, he had remained mute with his hand paused in the space, while he stared at me. My face was still buried between my thighs, wondering what was keeping him from hurting me and touching me his offensive stool.
"Please don't hurt me! Don't touch me with your stool!"
I pled and whispered, covering my nose and gently raised my head to peer at him.
He was all smiles now, as he glared at his stool-smeared fingers. I summoned the courage to speak since he wasn't going to hurt me anyways. I felt safe for the first time in my life; and I felt how safe we could be even with the people we are not supposed to be with.
"You have polluted the entire place," I nagged gently, marking my boundaries with my gaze, gesturing with me hands, and gradually standing to see if I could clean up the chamber.
Indeed he had polluted the entire chamber with his stool when I stared around and saw the mess, I felt pity for the maiden that would clean up the entire place.
"Heh maiden, come over and clean up the chamber. He has poo on himself!" I called on the attention of the maiden that came in sight once I came out.
Radically, Opula replied me, "No maiden will help you, Melissa!" she was at the fire place now, warming her body from winter, "Before you came these maidens have been cleaning up his poo, and taking care of him. Now you his contract wife, we expect nothing short of that. I don't even want you to protest about it."
"But ma'am. He is …?
I was yet speaking when she interrupted me arrogantly, "No excuses, Melissa! Now you are here, behave like a wife and stop shying away from your duties. Focus on your husband. You should be grateful for marrying the only son to the richest man in Rio Hondo. I wouldn't want to remind you of such again. Don't let me repeat myself," she warned .
I snorted and swallowed hard, wondering why Opula hated me without a cause. I was bitter, deep down my soul. I couldn't speak yet further. My lips trembled with fear and uncertainty.
Suddenly my mad husband interrupted me "Haha! Yes! I win! You! You! I win! I will kill you!"
I almost flinched out of sight when he yelled right behind me. When I swirled around, I noticed he had used same stool-smeared hands to rub on his cloths, as though he intended to wipe it on his body and be free of it.
I shut my eyes in disgust, realizing I had a lot to do right now. I wouldn't want Opula to repeat herself again so I turned my back on her and walked into the chamber to face my fate.
I had to go for a nose mask first, which I used in covering my nostrils before approaching the stool with a mop stick and bucket of water. In a jiffy, I was done cleaning the entire chamber and ensuring I disinfected too.
I was left with his body now and there was nothing else to do than wash him up in the shower. I was fade up. Gazing upon Brian made me regret my discretion.
"Oh I shouldn't have gone into this contract marriage," I nagged within myself as I prepared my mind to bathe the first man in my life; something I never planned for; something I thought would happen with a man whose mentality was intact.
All of my life I looked forward to the day I would finish school, become a potential woman, and settle down with a man, just an average man, but at least with his senses intact. I wanted a man that would be sensibly active in marriage not violently mad.
Brian was all smiles when I stood before him. I forced out a smile too, hoping he was excited at the mean time and couldn't know when he would smile again.
"How am I going to bathe you now with all this poo?"
I asked him, as though he was going to offer a suggestion.
He chuckled in return and smeared the poop on his face, with the intention of one rubbing cream.
"Oh! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" I barked at him, covering my nose with my hands despite having a nose mask, "Why are you doing this? Why? Why are you messing up yourself"? I asked at the tops of my voice, yet keeping my distance to avoid being touched with his stinking poo.
My offender was still keeping at his smile, and finally wiping his fingers – on his body. I went berserk and later broke down in tears, while he laughed and shouted at the tops of his voice.
I wondered how and where I would begin with this punishment in front of me. I was yet to summon the courage to bathe a full grown mad man let alone one with poo all over his body. I had no option.
I would have to do it anyways.
I got myself a pair of hand gloves, doubled my nose mask and gently advanced to him. He was still all smiles while I unbuttoned his sleeves and took it off and next was his belt which I unbuckled, pulled down his zipper and shut my eyes as his trousers dropped to his heels …