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I turned to the child and saw his tongue. It was as black as that of a mamba. The top of its gum was dark red. The baby's eyes looked straight into mine and I could feel its developing powers. The child was no ordinary being.
I looked at the mother who was almost in tears as she patiently waited for my response.
"If you keep carrying this child without the child being delivered from the spell it carries and that which it has deposited in your body, your life will be cut short. The child you are carrying is not of this world. Who the father is and what he looks like I do not know. But I can tell you that the father of the child is exactly like this child. And it was the seed he planted into you that gave you the child you are holding."
She looked at the baby.
"At nights he doesn't let me sleep. When I try to sleep, I see him in my dreams. I wake up every night with strange marks on my body. At first, I thought it was a spiritual attack until I realized it was the child who cuts me every night with its fingers. I have cut his nails severally, but it keeps growing. Sir, I used to be fat o. Very chubby. But after they gave birth to this baby, I leaned completely."
She dipped her hands in the bag and brought out a picture from her bag to show me.
"Look at me. I carry the picture everywhere with me because when I tell people my story they don't believe me. When I tell people I am suffering silently, they feel I am lying and my condition is just a natural one."
I collected the picture from her and saw how her past figure looked. She had a very beautiful shape. She was a plus size with big breasts and a massive buttocks. Fair in complexion and had a beautiful face with perfect dentition.
"The devil is attracted to beautiful ladies. He found you and used you."
"I know he used me. I just didn't know the one who used me was the devil."
"How did you meet him?"
"On the streets. He picked me up and paid me well that night. He took me to a nearby bush and it was there, I lay on the floor and spread my legs while he made love to me. I knew when he slid his manhood into me. I knew when he rode me back and forth. I still remember how he kissed me and caressed me. I remember his touch, sir. The feel of his hands. They were soft. I remembered when he suckled my breast like a baby. This same breast that is swollen but when he moaned and let out his semen in me, that was the last thing I remember."
"Why? Why was that the last?"
"My eyes closed. And when I opened them I saw... I saw.."
"You saw what?"
To be continued...