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LIFE IS NOT DECIDED
The neighbour’s cock crowed to announce another new day. A day of business and no conscience. “The record day.” These types of days started as early as eight years old. Very many of my readers will find it pit post and disgusting that a girl of that age should be roaming about. It is not our decision to make but circumstances make them for us.
My name is Lisa and I am a professional prostitute and robber. I am the worst of the worst and I fear no harm, for my heart’s too cold to break.
It was now morning. I woke up and did my duties. I recorded yet another day of “survival for the fittest” in my diary. I looked through my appointments and made plans for the day. In a skirt so long that it covered my essential parts and left holy of my thighs to fresh air, a top so big that I had no breathing space as my chest was too compressed and shoes as high as the six inch rail. I walked with such rhythm that on lookers always found their eyes in admiration.
To Makah Hotel I went to find a huge man with a belly so big that one could think he would consume a whole goat single handedly. Inside a room he sank deep in me, that kors rolled dawn my cheeks leaving make up in a mess. Two hours later my job was done and my payment made but one million was not enough so I used my small weapon to get more and I got sixteen million. To hide my deeds, I helped him to escape the place and shot three bullets in his chest so all his pleads fell on a cold heart.
To the next appointment I went. This time it was with a handsome man. His smile moved mountains, his height perfect and his body was one in a billion. Let’s say I somehow melted for his client. I was led down a huge down hall adorned with flowers, medals and other luxuries that my mouth did not stay shut. I wandered why such a man would be single. He moved into a huge room with a huge soft bed that was alien to me. I walked in and he shut the door behind him. I felt what I had never felt before, a sadden in ward admiration for the man.
Slowly he kissed my neck from behind and moved to my shoulders. He put his soft hands on my waist and helped me with my top taking it off as thought it were for an angel. My world grew pint as he held my waist and kept me round. He looked me in the eyes and slowly placed his lips on mine that I could not resist but kiss them back with passion. In a heartbeat, my skirt was off. The kiss was so possessive that I un buttoned his short and unbuckled his belt to make his pants drop. All of a sudden I felt my back touch the bed and he was on me. The normal game started all over again but his time it was not in a hurry. I almost thought I was making love. This was the first sex that I ever had since I was eight years old that felt good. If it were not for my cold heart I would have fallen in love like most of my readers have.
After some time, my mission was accomplished but he let me rest in his arms for an hour longer. I started to think he had fallen in love with me. When I woke up, I found his staring at me with a smile. I stood up and dressed up. I was paid but the things I saw outside made me want more. I got my small weapon and pointed it at him. He was so surprised that he knelt on the bed. He asked me why a beautiful and sexy girl would do such a thing. Tears pilled my eyes and he made me tell him and I did.
When I was seven, my parents died in a car accident leaving me with three younger siblings to care for. All our relatives rejected us claiming we were bad amen. I was the eldest had to do what I was supposed to do. We roamed the streets for almost a year with little help from passers-by. We suffered till one day a man told me to follow him with my siblings and he would give me money if I did as he said. On that faithful day, I lost my virginity to him and he gave me one hundred thousand. He told me that I could get more money if I did it with each of his friends. We went desperate and accepted. Though this I got enough money to send us all to school.
However, one day, I had not completed my siblings’ fees and I had to pay. I decided to steal. I killed my next client with a knife and stole all he had. I was luckily undiscovered and I ended up doing it over and over again. I became rich in the long run and laughed at these who rejected us.
I got up and moved to the door after telling him, hold my weapon so firm and pointed it at him saying, “You fool, why did you make me tell you?” He told me that he had fallen in love with me and wanted to marry me if I let him. I did not deserve it, so I shot his hand and fled never to be seen.
One day I heard a knock at the door and when I opened expecting it to be my siblings, I was shocked to find him on his knees with a box opened that contained a wedding ring.
BLESSING DAFIELDHARE 5 – A
NSIIMIRE ANGELLA 5 – A
