Baptism by Broom and Pepper.

Ronke yelled as she felt the broom come in contact with her back and arms. “I don’t know him-“ her plea was cut short by another assault across her belly. She rolled herself into a ball in a weak effort to shield herself from her aunt’s attack. “I swear to god, I’ll beat the ashewo... Continue Reading →

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