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Nkechi had returned that night exhausted and had hoped she would have her usual night telephone conversation with Kalu; since Kalu would not pick her call, she decided to go have her bath, grab something to eat and return to call him once more. Owing to how weak she was, when she returned to her room, she dozed off as soon as she hit the bed.

About 11:20 pm, Kalu was still laboring away on top of Folake and grunting like a swine. Folake was more than happy to submit her body to him unreservedly. No matter what they did together in bed, Kalu could still not get enough of her. He bit her nipples leaving Folake screaming in pain, and then attacked her baseline with new zest and still he would not get a fulfilling satisfaction. “I haven’t had sex like this one before! You are pure bliss Fola!” Kalu screamed. Someone in front of his flat could have heard him. Folake on her part, left nothing to imagination, her screams rent the quiet night. Next to their flat, Ijeoma’s husband heard everything as lust took hold of his dark mind. “Was I really going to forgo all this and marry another person?” Kalu asked, clearly beside himself. “I love you so much to have let you miss such pleasure. More please! Baby more!” Folake pleaded. Her words were like commands in Kalu’s ears. Driven by infernal forces, Kalu drove deeper into her yelling obscenities.

Under the bed in the guest room, the occult doll which was a figure for Kalu in the spirit realm, was glowing and moving in every way Kalu moved on top of Folake. The demonic powers in the doll were not just driving Kalu, but were filling every bit of him with perversions from the recesses of hell.  So long as they were concerned, he had become yet another prisoner under their sway. Kalu had not just had sex with Folake, but had opened his soul to all the occult forces Folake had invoked into her body to get him; and having eaten her wetness mixed with the sweet charms; his heart had become bound to hers. Shortly after their marathon rounds of sex, they lay spent beside each other. “When do you think, I should inform my parents about our wedding? Fola, believe me, I want such sex every night,” Kalu asked, panting. “I am ready to marry you this minute. I am ready as long as you are ready. I think money won’t be our problem, you have enough don’t you?” Folake asked. “In the last four months I have made over eight million from commissions I was paid in the office. Money is my least worry.”

The sound of that amount left Folake scheming at the speed of light. “Over eight million in four months!! So how much are you really worth now?” “Well over eighty million in cash alone. I have acquired a few buildings in Owerri, add that to some lands I have, and I will be worth over two hundred million.” “Jesu! So what are you doing in a flat like this? We should go buy a house in Lekki. I know some people willing to sell right now at bargain prices.” “No baby, that is not how you grow wealth. Wealth is like a newborn baby, you don’t grow it by taking from it, but by feeding it. Buying house in Lekki will come in it's time.” “Okay, if you say so, but with the much you are worth, we can buy some house and not feel the pinch. I mean a little house…you know to belong with the rich who live over there.” “When I am done with you, you will have houses in Los Angeles and New York. Wait, wait a little. I think we should focus on the wedding first.”

“Okay, love. But is it possible for me to get like three hundred thousand Naira from you in the morning for a little need I have?” “Of course! I will write you a cheque before I leave for work in the morning.” “Thank you baby!” Folake said as she climbed on top of him and began to touch him amorously. They were in the act of sex when it struck 12 midnight. For a signal that it was time to cover herself with power, Folake felt a painful sensation up her spine. She stopped screaming lustfully and pulled away from Kalu. Kalu was startled by her sudden reaction. “What is it baby?” he asked. “I feel pains in my back. I think we should stop. I am still here; you will get more by tomorrow or before you leave for work.” The look on her face gave Kalu the impression she was hurting really bad. “It is okay; I don’t want you hurt. We can always have sex. But do you need to go back to the guest room? Sleep here, this is now our bedroom.” “My stuffs are there, let me go wash up, when I am done I will rejoin you,” Folake said as she rose from the bed and headed for the guest room. Kalu was much overwhelmed with lust to have noticed what was going on.

It was 12:10 by the clock and Nkechi was sound asleep. At the sea where the prophetess had her operation base, the moon shone brightly from the sky, gleaming on the quiet sea. The prophetess and Bola were standing tall like warriors of old, naked from head to toes. In an aluminum basin filled with water, were the two eggs and Nkechi’s picture. Waving her hands like medieval European music conductor, the prophetess began to summon marine powers in the sea for an assignment. From beneath the water on the sea, a storm broke out in front of the prophetess and her protégé. Out of the storm, a company of naked spirits in form of male and female human beings appeared. Their skin was slippery than anything you have known or seen and smother that water. When they spoke to the prophetess, their voices rang in their ears like the sound of trumpets. Bola stepped forward and pushed the aluminum basin to them.

“The lady in the picture is the target of your attack, the two eggs are the men through whom you shall bring her down,” the prophetess instructed. “The lady shines too brightly, how can she be touched?” a voice asked from the company of evil spirits. “Yes, my lords, she shines brightly indeed. However, you can take away her light by drawing her flesh to sin till she breaks and gives in. Make her to long for the men in her office. Fill her eyes and flesh with hunger for sex. Make the men in her office to crave her. I shall be watching to know when she falls, so I can strike. One of our own has paid the full price for her destruction. Go and subdue her for me. I know you can do that,” the prophetess said. With no further words said, the male spirits swam into the basin and entered the two eggs and the eggs disappeared. The female spirits entered Nkechi’s picture and it disappeared.

It was 1:30 am and Nkechi was still asleep. Her right hand was under her night dress, sliding into her private part, her voice could be heard moaning silently. Suddenly she startled out of sleep, her eyes darting about her room. Her hand was still under her clothe. She removed it with force and mumbled the name of Jesus. A desire for sex, such as she had not had before, was over her. Her room seemed to be filled with unseen presence. She could almost feel and touch the presence. Against her will, she slipped her hand again into her clothe. Then the door to her room flung open and the light came on. It was her mother. “Nkechi wake up!” her mother said in a hushed tone. Surprised by her mother’s sudden entrance into her room, Nkechi pulled her hand away from under her clothe. She looked into her mother’s face to know if she noticed what she was about to do. Her mother had other things on her mind. “Nkechi, you are under attack! I just had a bad dream. Something bad is about to happen to you. We have to pray now,” Nkechi’s mother explained.

Nkechi knew her mother was right. She had never masturbated before and neither had she woken up from sleep with the sort of sexual desire over her at that moment. She jumped out of bed and they began to sing a few songs of worship. Somehow it seemed the roof over them was sealed. They could not connect with their usual flow in the spirit. The songs were too dry in their mouths. “Satan I command you in the name of Jesus! Remove your hand over this house! You foul spirits sent to destroy my daughter I charge you in the name of Jesus, be gone now!!” Nkechi’s mother demanded amid their singing. “Amen!” Nkechi said, feeling worse than she was before they began to pray. She did all she could to feel better but could not. They labored in prayer for about twenty minutes and decided to go back to sleep; there was much to in the morning.  After her mother had returned to her room, Nkechi could not sleep. The sexual desire was growing in leaps and bound. At a point she began to shake. It was as though if she did not masturbate she would choke to death. She peeled off her night dress and sat naked on the bed.

“No!” She shouted. “I cannot do this! Greater is he in me than he that is in the world!” she added. Leaping out of her bed like a frog, she put on her clothe and began to pray. This time she prayed with fervency and grace. She could sense her prayers cutting through things in the spirit. Then the door to her room opened again. It was her mother. “Nkechi, come and sleep in my room. I just had another bad dream. I saw you standing in a gutter and bathing with water from it. The enemy has sent defilement your way,” her mother said. Nkechi was stunned by the accuracy of her mother’s dream. She knew her mother was spot on; she had been battling lust for over an hour. “Okay ma, let me pray a bit more. I will join you when I am done,” Nkechi said.

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