Silent Screams - Season 1 - Episode 16

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Silent Screams - Season 1 - Episode 16

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He crept into her room late that night, it was dark and peaceful. She was lying in bed all tangled up in her sheets, Leila was a beautiful woman she didn’t need to apply makeup or lipstick, she was perfect just like that.
He squatted next to her bed and watched her turn and toss in her sleep.

He had watched her since she was a baby, he had seen her blossom into this beautiful woman, he had no doubt she would make a beautiful queen. Her innocence and purity was what drew him more close to her.

Being able to see her and not do anything was becoming torturous to him, though he had the power to make her his that instant, he couldn’t. He wanted their first time to be special not only for him but for her.
Eventually he slipped into bed next to her, though he couldn’t make her his that instant, he needed to feel her close to him he needed to smell her scent.

He moved closer and wrapped his hands over her then he whispered into her ear, ‘You are mine!’

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She was sound asleep when she heard someone whispering into her left ear, ‘You are mine,’ the voice said softly.
‘You are mine & only mine,’ he whispered again.

Then she felt the energy of someone lying next to her while touching her.
Startled she opened her eyes and she saw the dark figure lying next to her.

‘It’s only my imagination,’ she thought.
She tried to get up but she couldn’t, it was like someone was holding her back.
she wanted to scream.

‘Don’t Leila,’ he lifted a finger to her lips and shushed her.

A shiver ran through her spine, this wasn’t her imagination. The figure was real he was in her bed holding her. Question was what did he want from her?

‘You are mine I won’t hurt you Leila,’ his red eyes locked into hers.

Then he began to kiss the nape of her neck, she was terrified, her heart was racing, she couldn’t catch her breath.

A few minutes later, she felt him rubbing her leg

‘Please stop,’ she tried to talk but she couldn’t it was as if her voice was stuck in her throat.

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He had only intended to lie next to her in bed but he found himself slowly getting carried away, desire was over clouding his judgment, being this close aroused him.

The warmth of her legs tempted him to slide his hand up her thighs then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her p@anties and just when Leila thought he was going to pull them down, he stood up, walked towards her door and disappeared through it.

She sat up abruptly, sweat was dripping down her face, her whole body was shaking the dark figure had almost abused her.

She crawled out of bed and headed out of her room to Jada’s room. Jada was sitting upright on her bed, heavily breathing.
‘Are you okay?’ Leila went close to her.
‘Yes,’ she responded when her breathing became stable.

‘I thought you would be sleeping.’
‘I just woke up, I had a strange dream. What’s your story?’

‘The dark figure was in my bed, he was touching me inappropriately Jad I am scared, what does this all mean, who is this figure?’
‘Leila, I have been thinking about all these strange encounters of yours.’

‘And.’
‘I think this dark figure you keep seeing is the man you are set to marry.’
‘No!’ she gasped in disbelief.
‘I know it sounds absurd but think about this. You wake up one day and someone has marked tattoos with the words ‘Mine’ on your thigh. Your boyfriend dies mysteriously after being beaten by a man named Chilufya, you don’t know any Chilufya, Mama Zuka bows down to you as queen and says you are set to marry a king and now this dark entity is touching you….’

‘Are you thinking what I am thinking?’ Leila worriedly asked.

‘Yes, you might be married to a spirit Leila
‘No! No!’ she shook her head.

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When he woke up hours later, he got out of bed and searched the entire house for an intruder but the place was empty and all his doors were locked. Chibuye was confused, if there was no one in the house but him, who was that strange man and where did he enter from.

‘Maybe I was just dreaming,’ he thought to himself. But deep down he knew the encounter he had was too real to just be a dream.

‘She is mine,’ he could literary hear the man’s voice in his head
And he kept replaying the disturbing image of that strange man staring at him.
He took a deep breath, ‘It’s just a figment of my imagination,’ he said to no one in particular.

He headed to the kitchen and made himself a cup of strong black tea. He pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table.

After he finished drinking his tea, he stood up and headed for the bathroom, Chibuye was determined to put that strange encounter at the back of his head.

He stripped of his clothes and stepped under a cold shower, the water was cool and refreshing, his body began to relax and he felt deeply calm.

He had just gotten out of his shower and was drying himself with a towel when he looked at the steamed up mirror in the bathroom. There was a handprint on the mirror and he noticed it was a man’s hand because of its masculine finger shapes and the wide base of the palm.

He blinked his eyes at least twice to be sure the hand on the mirror was real.
The hand print was still there even after he opened his eyes again.

Chibuye Froze, had someone played a trick on him that hand print wasn’t on the mirror when he walked into the bathroom he was sure of that. He looked at the door and it was still locked so no one could have gotten in.

Unable to find an answer to what was happening, he got a wet clothe and wiped the hand print off the mirror and just when he thought he had everything under control, the words ‘She is mine,’ appeared on the mirror out of the nowhere.

Chibuye stared at the words on the mirror speechless and awestruck.
‘Lord what’s happening?’ He asked no one in particular.

Suddenly a loud laughter erupted from the corner of the room and the words on the mirror where instantly erased.
His mind was racing, he was freaked out, how could he possibly explain these strange happenings?

He went back to his room and got dressed quickly. He was too tense to think straight, everything was just so confused.
‘She is mine,’ he heard someone whisper in his ear.

Blood of Jesus, he screamed then he reached for his bible and went straight to Psalms 23. Though Chibuye was certain of God’s existence he wasn’t a regular churchgoer though he prayed and read his Bible once in a while.

After reading the scripture out loud for a few minutes, he went to his living room and poured himself an abnormal portion of whiskey and drank it in two gulps.
‘It’s all over,’ he thought to himself before he decided to take a walk around the hood.
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