“Elorm! Elorm!! What is happening to you?" The voice resonated loudly.
By this time, both youngsters had recognized the voice of the mystery individual behind the door; it was the Reverend Amenuveve, and they realized they were in serious trouble. Nonetheless, Elorm instinctively raced to open the door. Her father dashed in, nearly collapsing owing to an apparent quick spike in his blood sugar level and blood pressure brought on by the sight before him.
In their haste, shock, and fear, both youths had forgotten to dress up. What Reverend Amenuveve witnessed may have easily led the elderly man to his grave.
“Whaaat!!! What is happening, Elorm?" His voice shook as he screamed.
Elorm, anticipating danger, chose to assume the role of the victim.
“Daaaddiiiii! Daaaaaaddiiii", she cried frantically. "He attempted to rape me, and I fought back!" She managed to say while clutching her father with her naked body.
Her father, an amateur boxer before entering the ministry, pushed her to the ground and attacked Mawufemor. He struck his jaw with a punch. Blood gushed from his mouth and nostrils as Mawufemor fell to the ground.
"I will kill you today. My daughter is my pride and joy. If anyone harms her, I will kill them!” The reverend fumed!
“Pl-ea-se Daddy! I am in-no-centttt!” the young man pleaded from the floor.
“Liar!”, the pastor retorted, “Liar! And don’t you ever call me daddy again! Ever!”
Rev. Mrs Amenuveve then burst into the room.
“Yesu! Awoooooo! Meku looo!” she exclaimed in bewilderment at the scene.
"We allowed a criminal into our home!" exclaimed the father.
"Yes, I knew it from the moment I first saw him," Elorm said as he stoked the fire.
"Elorm, did he enter you?" Mother inquired.
"Had father not entered, he would have!"
"Oh, we give Thanks! Our God is merciful! This time, this young scoundrel will rot in prison!"
"And Mommy, every time I pass him, he makes sexually provocative remarks!"
This brought a frown to the father's face. “Tell me! Remarks such as?"
"Dad, he says my hips and backside are attractive and he would love to have them!"
"Oh, sweet Jesus! Please forgive me in advance, for I shall kill this guy myself!" The reverend remarked while repeatedly slapping Mawufemor in the face.
"Just wait until the police arrive. This time, there will be no one to come to your rescue! Foolish boy! Ungrateful brat!"
Within twenty minutes, police officers arrived at the residence to take Mawufemor— back to the station.
"Eiii young man!" The Chief Officer exclaimed in shock. "So you are back!"
“Ridii di33, 3wan enjoy ein waist inside small. The guy suffer ts33!” Constable Instsiful made a snide remark in Ghanaian Pidgin English.
“Hahahaha! Adwaman mu kingkong!”, a sergeant went along the same line, literally denoting the king of adulterers!
“Devi gbegblen! Eva le ekpe kporm!”, another officer made a sarcastic remark in a blend of Ewe dialects.
"Constables!" shouted the Officer in Charge. "Give this hardened criminal an appropriate welcome. He deserves it!"
“Make sure he bleeds from his nose and mouth!” The Reverend fumed!
"No worries reverend!" One of the officers stated. “By the time we are finished abusing him, he will wish he had passed away in that hospital!”
"Very well!" The enraged preacher said, "I will be leaving!"
"I swear to God daddy, I am innocent!" Mawufemor pleaded as he was led away to an obvious fate as if he were a sheep being led to the slaughter.
That night, Mawufemor slept on the cold, dark floor of the cell. His entire body itched and ached. His lower lip had ballooned to more than three times its normal size, and his upper lip was in a fierce race to surpass it. His manhood and balls were on fire; the constables had kicked him multiple times in the groin while pounding his frail phallus with the butt of their rifles. His testicles appeared to have moved inside his stomach as he vomited blood and water onto the floor.
In the stillness of the night, he reflected on past events—where it all began.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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