I opened my mouth to speak but no word came forth. It was as though something either got my tongue or I had a lump stuck in my throat. To be honest, I didn’t see this coming at all. It was perhaps the most difficult situation I had ever been faced with.
“Rosie, dear, you seem shocked to see me in your room…or are you scared or something?” Uncle Fred said quietly, a stupid smile adorning his face.
“You…you….you frightened me, sir,” I finally found my voice, though it was bare steady.
“I frightened you? Oh, I’m so sorry about that,” he apologized as he advanced further into my room, slowly shutting the door behind him. My heart was now banging harder against my poor chest.
“But why should you be afraid of me, my dear? You should know you have no reason to be afraid of me,” he tried to calm down my frayed nerves but it wasn’t working. I was still trembling all over and that big, scary-looking Anaconda inside his boxer shorts had not gone down one bit.
“I’m sure you have noticed how much I really like you and try to be protective of you,” he continued. “You are a beautiful, decent and hardworking young lady, and that’s why I really like you and try to ensure you’re comfortable and happy in my house at all times. So, dear, you have no reason to be scared of me at all,” he added.
“Okay…okay, sir, thank…thank you, sir…” I stuttered. He had taken another two steps forward. “What do you need…what do you want me to do for you, sir?” I asked, trying to meet his gaze. His eyes were fixed on my chest and there was an intense hunger in those eyes that scared me silly.
“Now, that’s a good question,” he retorted. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I did not go to the office today, right?” he asked. I nodded in response.
“It’s because I wanted to be with you today, my pretty one,” he said to me, using adjectives I’d rarely heard him use for his wife for me.
I looked up sharply at him. How could this man be spewing such nonsense! Has he lost his mind or something? Does he not realize he is talking to me? I’d wondered endlessly.
“Surprised to hear what I just said? But it’s the truth, I want to be with you today,” he closed in on me, moving a step further. I just stayed glued to the spot where I stood close to my bed, there was little space around me to manoeuvre myself and dash out of the room.
“Ever since you stepped into this house, I have always admired you, even though I tried to hide it from you,” he continued with his stupid talk. Inside my head, all that I was calculating was how to get out of that room. “I think that today is the right time to let you know exactly how I feel about you, Rosie….” And he moved closer again, only a few steps separating us now.
“But, Uncle, why are you saying all these to me? Why are you talking this way to me? It’s not right and you’re not being to your wife and you know it,” I told him, trying to sound firm and more in control of myself.
The man merely smiled. “My dear, what do you know about what is fair and what is not fair? How often has life itself been fair to us? Let’s cut to the chase, my dear young lady, I want you right now. I have always wanted you from the moment you came to this house and waited patiently for the opportunity to be with you alone. I think that opportunity is today!” And before I could think of what to say or do, in a flash, the man leapt forward, grabbed me by the waist and pinned me to the bed! There was simply no way out for me….
I was scared. I was terrified. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me yet again. I tried to break away from his strong grip but he was far too strong for me. It was like being caught in the middle of a terrible nightmare. I couldn’t believe this was the same man that had been nice and friendly to me all this while. He was a totally different person now like a man possessed who had no idea what he was doing. This was not the Uncle Fred I knew, the man before me was a monster, and he had only one vision –to devour me!
“Please, Uncle…. don’t…. don’t do this…I beg you…” I started to plead. I could barely hear my own voice because he had one hand on my throat pinning me to the bed. “You’re…you’re hurting me, please….”I begged, hoping to touch a chord in his heart. But the man was barely listening to me. His mind was already made up.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Rosie, so don’t make this any more difficult than it is for me, you have got to cooperate with me, okay? If you as much as let out a scream, then you will make me hurt you real bad…” he threatened me. And to be honest, I had no doubt he meant every word he said.
I nodded slowly with fear written all over my face. I was starting to cough slightly from the intense choking he gave me when he had a hand on my throat.
“Now, take your clothes!” he ordered after he let go of me. His voice was hard and he sounded so mean I could scarcely believe the voice that of the same I’d come to love and respect as my Aunty’s husband. “But, uncle, what about your wife? What about Aunty Florence, how do you think she will feel if she gets to know about this?” I tried to see if I could jolt him back to reality with the mention of his wife.
“Are you planning to tell her about this?” he asked with sinister in his voice. “Well, you can go ahead and do that, but of course, I’m sure you know that will mean the end of your stay in my house. And you can bet that I will make my wife believe my story and not yours. So, the choice is yours.”
I was quiet. Lots of thoughts were running inside my head. What do I say to this man? How do I appeal to his emotions or better still, put the fear of God in him? The thought to tell him I was pregnant came to my mind, then, I remembered Aunty Florence told me she has not told him yet because she was sure he would not allow me stay a day longer in the house if he knew I was expecting a child. So, I chose not to say anything to him. And besides, I thought, in the state the man was, would he believe any story I give to him? He would think it’s all just a ploy to discourage him from having his way.
“I am waiting young lady, you are wasting time here, you know that?” his voice jolted me.
“Uncle, please…..” I tried to beg him one last time.
“Take off your fucking clothes!” he yelled at me. His voice was so loud my entire body quivered. I wondered if no one in the house heard him. “Do you think I am joking with you?” he yelled again. He was like a man high on drugs or some substance capable of making him lose his mind. And in that instant, tears welled up in my eyes and I began to take off my clothes. Then, Uncle Fred too pulled down his boxer shorts and the biggest, hungriest looking Anaconda I had ever seen in my life leapt out, fully erect, and ready to bang the living daylight out of me!
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