how my Aunt ruined my life 2

Part 2 & 3

I dressed exactly as aunty Mona instructed.

I wore one of my best native outfits, which my mother sewed. It was an off shoulder short gown.

It was my favorite because my mother and father both had it. I removed my rubber slippers from my Ghana must-go bag and placed them on my foot.

When I finished, I climbed down the stairs to meet Aunty Mona who was waiting for me.

I saw her making a business call as soon as I entered the living room.

I stood there patiently waiting for her to finish the call.

After a few minutes, she hung up.

And stared at me from head to toe, making me wonder what was wrong.

"Did you love what you were wearing?" She asked as I examined myself from head to toe to determine what was wrong with the cloth.

"Yes, ma, I love the dress." I replied respectively. She did not say anything anymore.

She signaled me to go out, which I did without hesitation.

One thing I have noticed about aunty Mona is that she rarely speaks but is full of actions and signals. Her workers follow all of her signals quickly and respectfully.

Some of the female servants gave me a pïtiful look while I was going out. One even had the audacity to ask me why I decided to follow aunt Mona to the city the previous day.

"If I were you, I would not have come to the city with Aunt Mona," she said, but I got mād at her because she is not that stayed at home for the entire term.

I was lost in thought, unaware that we had arrived at our destination, until aunty Mona asked me to get out of the car.

When I got out of the car, I was taken aback by the view. It was not the kind of place I had expected. It was a restaurant combined with a lodge.

I saw some girls walking almost half nāked, dressed in skimpy outfits, while others danced to the worldly music playing in the background.

Some of the girls ran up to Aunt Mona, who immediately stepped out of the car to collect her bags and other items she had brought from home.

"Holy Mary," I muttered, touching my rosery while making the sign of the cross. "Why will Aunt Mona bring me to this unholy gathering of unbelievers?" I wondered angrily.

"You would better behave yourself." Aunt Mona remarked, noticing my angry state. We walked from the car to heaven knows where.

I noticed some girls staring disdainfully at me, while others looked pitifully at me, much like the maid at home, and I wondered why they were all acting wired.

We arrived at an isolated room near the end of the lodge. When the other girls took a different route a short while ago, it was just Aunt Mona and me.

Aunt Mona took a key out of her pocket jean and opened the door.

She told me to take off my shoes, which I did before entering the room. The room was initially dark, but when Aunt Mona turned on the light, my body nearly jumped out of my skin in fear.

The room was more of a shríne with a touch of mordenity. The floor was covered in a white rug and some fetish items. Such as small native pots and cowries, cow horns, and skeletons.

This was the height of it. I am a child of light, so why is Aunt Mona bringing me to a devilish shrine?" I thought frantically.

"Pie," Aunt Mona called.

"Yes, ma," I responded.

"Before I can do anything for you in terms of school or anything else, you must first reach an agreement with me," she said, bringing her native pot towards me.

"Agreement with you? How?" I inquired, perplexed.

"But aunt, I can not agree with the devil; if that is what I am thinking, I do not want to; I am a child of the Most High, please take me back to my mother." I expressed my fear. My mother has taught me nothing but the world of God throughout my sixteen years of life. I can tell the difference between good and evil, and what Aunt Mona is trying to force me to do is evil. Which is something I will not do.

She kept the pot down and slapped me hard in the face. Tears streamed down my cheek instantly.

"It is too late, Pie; whether you agreed or not, I will do whatever I want with you; I brought you from the village and fed you well for five days, so you already owe me," she explained.

She carried the cow horn and said strange things on it before passing it over my head, but I began to pray and speak in tongues.

"You must be kidding if you think that thing will work on me," she remarked.

She dragged me towards herself, pulling out a sharp small knife and slid it off my index finger, allowing fresh blood to flow.

She took out a small glass container and collected my blood, mixing it with a liquid that appeared to be blood that had turned black due to the length of time it had been stored.

She let go of me.

"You are now in this bottle PIE, which means you must follow my instructions or I will kill you if you try to defile me," she said as I smooched my bleeding wound.

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Aunt Mona did not take me back to the duplex and instead left me in the Ranch with the other girls.

I shared a room with two girls, one older than me and the other the same age as me.

The few days I have been at the Ranch, I have seen a lot of ungodly characters. They smoked, drink gose out late at night and comes back early the next money.

I got out of bed to preach the gospel, just like I do every morning.

When one of the girls held my palm, preventing me from leaving.

"Hey, whatever your name is, please stop disturbing the peace of this place; you think you are holy, right? Don't worry by the time they knack you one better knacking that holiness go disappear from your body" she said but I don't quite understand what she said. I freed my hands from her trip and went out to preach the gospel in the middle of the compound.

I could see some of the girls coming out of their rooms, some murmuring, others laughing at me, but I do not care; they need to repent of their sins.

And not be perish.

A car drove into the building, and all of the girls dashed to their respective rooms. But I stood still preaching, only to see the angry aunt Mona get out of her car and approach me, pulling me by the ears.

"I can see, you don grow feather abi?" She inquired.

"Na wetin I bring you come here come do be this?" She questioned, twisting my ears.

"But the people need to hear God's word..." I spoke, but she interrupted me with a slap.

"Now listen to me very carefully. I want to make something clear to you. She paused for a while.

"I brought you here for business purposes. Do not think I will deal with a local champion like you or throw away my money on a swine like you."

My heart started to ache. All I want to do is cry.

"You are here to work as a prostîtute, and tonight is the first day of work." She said that and released my ears.

"Now run to your room; I will send some girls to get you some clothes," she said, and I dashed to my room in tears.

Trying to absorb everything Aunt Mona said.

"What did she mean when she said she brought me here as a s*x worker?" I thought as I slammed the door and sat down on the floor, crying with my head in my laps. Now it is beginning to make sense, which is why those maids felt sorry for me.

I sobbed faintly, not knowing how long I had sat crying.

A hand taps my shoulder, causing me to look up.

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Eyah not PIE trying to preach the word of God to those prostitute.

TBC