SOUL SURGERY

About the book

If it wasn't a surgery on her pretty soul, then what was it?!

Sabrina, little Rina, like she's called by her Dad had to go through pain, suffering, brutal attack from men,
rape and all sorts of abuse just because her mom, whom she never saw, flew off, left her with her
helpless Dad who had no choice but to allow Marina and Sam to have their way.
Marina owns a brothel

Little Rina became a victim

When she couldn't take it anymore, she ran off.

But she had to kill for freedom, then it became a murder case.

Fate brought her mom back, but how?! Read to know

Author’s note:

Hello!

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Disclaimer: Any character's resemblance to real or living person is just a coincidence

Warning : Contains sensitive scenes and topics with use of violence and blood. Read at your own risk.

Enjoy ;)

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Third Person's POV

Brutal attack, sexual abuse, suffering, sorrow, pain, denial and bitterness were all that made up the
crux of her life as she grew from a teenager to a the twenty years old Rina.
Sabrina's parent divorced when Sabrina was still eight years old. Her mom went off with a rich man
when her father couldn't meet up with her needs. This affected Sabrina and her Dad so much so that
they felt frustrated. Throughout those times, her father cared for her with the little he has. His meagre
salary as a clerk couldn't provide for all they needed. But he wasn't all those type of men that drink
themselves to stupor when they're having difficulty. He didn't want to put his little Rina in trouble.

But all of these changed, when one fateful afternoon, aunty Marina and her husband came to Alfred’s
house. Sabrina was still at school then but her Dad was at home. He came early that because he had
promised to take little Rina to the park that afternoon. But the situation changed with the arrival of
Marina and Sam.

Alfred, Sabrina's Dad greeted the nervously with curiosity plainly shown on his face. Without returning
Alfred's gesture, Marina spoke, "Alfred, it's really been a long time since you heard from me, right?!
Well, I know are surprised to see me and my darling husband here. Let's just cut the crap, I'm here for
Sabrina. I can't let the little princess stay her, suffering with her poor Dad. You do know how to survive
in misery but the little girl doesn't. And I can't let you sell her off just like you did to her mother. I
haven't heard from my sister since she left your place. Who knows what you did to her kind soul." With
no mercy, Marina spat out those words looking at Alfred, who was still trying to process all that she had
said. "But I'm trying my best to take care of her. I'll try more, please don't take her away." The helpless
father begged. He didn't want to be separated from his little Rina. She was all he had.

" Daddy!!!" Sabrina squealed on her arrival. She ran towards him and jumped on him for a hug. With
tears forming on his eyelids, and his already-coarse voice, "Hi, sweetie! How was school today?” He said,
staring at her cute chocolate brown eyes. She had the look of her mother, a small and petite stature
with sweet voice. "It was awesome." " Good afternoon, aunty Marina and uncle Sam!" Little Rina turned
to her aunt and greeted them both. Marina answered her sweetly, and immediately turned to Alfred, "I
need to pack her things. We've spent much time here than I expected." "Whose thing?!" The befuddled
Rina asked her aunty. "Darling, you're coming with us to our home." Marina said with a fake evil smile.
Little Rina turned her gaze to her father with a questioning look. Alfred understood this so he spoke to
her about what has transpired before she arrived. He knew he had no say over his daughter because of
his condition. "But I don't want to go, Daddy." "You'll have to little Rina. Moreover, they’re right. I have
nothing to take good care of you but your aunty and uncle are rich enough to." " They maybe rich but
that doesn't mean they'll take of me." The smart little girl said, hugging her Dad tightly. Crystal of
shining, transparent tears fell from her eyes.

"Enough of the cuddling. I found nothing good enough to pack. You have no good clothes. When we get
home, I'll get you some new dresses. Now, get in the car. See you later, Alfred." Marina mischievously
said "or maybe not!" Her husband, Sam concluded, winking his eyes at Alfred.

The journey lasted an hour, but throughout the ride. Little Rina said nothing. She was really moody and
her aunty didn't care. Marina and her husband focused on whatever they were doing completely
ignoring the girl in the back seat.
"Get down, Rina. We're home." Sam said, helping Rina out of the car. She stared a the gigantic mansion
in front of her. As a kid that she was, she could hide her amazement. "Seems you're already liking it."
Sam chuckled.

Sam and Marina have been married for three years but the had no child. Marina had married four men
before Sam, she had a child once for her second his husband but the baby died after six months. No one
knew who killed it.

After having lunch with the couple, Rina was made to follow Marina to a classic kiddies boutique for her
dresses. She bought her a lot of dresses, shoes, accessories and two backpacks. She got her some toys at
the store too. The one Rina loved the most was the big red teddy bear.

On returning home, Rina packed her stuffs into her room and went to bed. Before she slept, she thought
of her Dad. She missed him. But she was really enjoying her stay with her childless aunty. "Maybe they
aren't as bad as they looked." Rina thought and drifted off.

Rina's POV

Five years after;

Every evening after school, I'd go to Marina's brothel to pack her stuff and from there we'd go home
together. I was dying in silence already. I had no one to call onto. Dad died a year after I moved in with
my aunty. I cried for months because I knew there was no more hope for me. Five years ago, when they
were still nice to me, I thought they weren't what they looked like. I was wrong. I was really wrong! So
wrong! Now, my life is caged.

I stared silently at the girls that were queuing in front of Marina. They looked hopeless like me. Well,
some of them were here for money, unfortunately they became a victim. She said all she wanted to
them and dispersed the queue. "Let's get going! I need to see John tonight." She said walking of the
brothel. I silently cursed her under my breath. John was one of her regular customer. He comes every
night and sleeps with at least three of the ladies randomly. He's just like Marina, ruthless and heartless.
The last time he came was yesterday night and I was there when Marina instructed three girls to go in
with him. Reluctantly, the girl entered and all I heard afterwards was their cries. I looked at Marina and
her eyes caught my gaze. With that, she gave me a death glare. After James was done that night, he paid
Marina, whispered something to her ears. " That can't be possible for now." She replied. He pouted his
lips playfully and said "okay, then. I'll wait till it's possible." He made that last statement and left. Even
though I was curious to know what he whispered, I was getting sick of him and really want to get to my
room quickly that night.
"I'll be back soon. Don't touch anything inside this car. Am I clear?" Marina said through her teeth,
glaring at me. I was really sick of staring at those up-to-no-good eyes. With my head's down, I hummed a
response "Yes!" She got out of the car and briskly, she walked towards the main door of the apartment.
Immediately, she turned her face at me and said, "Know what, I don't trust you. Come down!" She
instructed me. With much reluctance, I got out of the car. "Aaghhh!" I gasped. "What?!" She screamed.
"I....I....I don't...kn..know!" I stuttered, surprised with what I was seeing. Marina is really going to kill me.
"What the heck is wrong you? You stupid bitch!" She cursed me. But I really didn't care. What mattered
right now is myself. "How did it happen? I didn't even feel a thing." All these were what I was thinking
about when Marina popped up behind me. "Aaaaaahhh!" She screamed silently too. "Errrm... Well, it's
nothing bad. Open the drawer and take the wipes. Clean the blood off. Don't take so long, so it doesn't
stain my car seat. And come inside afterwards to clean yourself up. You can't sit in my car like that." She
stated, pointing out her index finger at me like I was a piece of filth. I didn't really mind that, but what
hit me the most was the fact that I'll have to enter John's apartment. I have no choice. I feel like dying at
moment. I took the wipes and cleaned the blood off. I locked the car and walked towards the door.
Marina's already inside. And I could hear her voice chatting with John. I stood still, facing the door, my
hands refused to turn the knob or even knock. I didn't feel so good about entering. While standing, my
mind went back to what happened when I wanted to step out of the car, my science teacher, Miss Rosie,
had explained something called menstruation to us. I understood the topic well then but now I'm
confused. How come I didn't even feel it coming. And why today?!

"Sabrina!!!!" Marina screamed from inside, crossing my thought. With fear in me, I quickly opened the
door. "Yes! Here I am." "Get in there and do your stuff. We need to get going." She said pointing at a
closed door, which I think would a toilet. After saying that, she tore her gaze from me and continued her
discussion with John, who was still staring at me. I felt his eyes on me and I really hated it. With no
delay, I made my way to the toilet. I entered, locked the door from inside. I pulled my skirt and pants off
and washed the stained blood off them with the water gushing out of the faucet. After I was done, I
packed myself silently. Tears was already streaming down my face. I had a lump in my throat already,
goosebumps on my skin. I was feeling cold. It's all just too much for the fifteen years old me. "Mom?!" I
screamed mentally, hot tears found their way to my face. I vowed to myself, the night Dad died, that I'd
look for Mom and make her regret her mistakes. I really hated her for what she did. She didn't even
care about me. She ran off with a man. An old man, to be precise. I sighed heavily as the thought of Dad
crossed my mind. I looked into the square shaped mirror hung in front of me. My eyes are so red so
much so that I couldn't see any trace of white in them. I opened the faucet one more time to wash my
face and with that, I unlocked the door and stepped out.

"Good! Now let's get going." Marina gestured. I nodded feebly and walked towards the door. "Wait,
Marina!" John called out. She returned her gaze to him and walked towards him. He pulled her in very
close when she got to his side, leaned in and said something to her. She, at first, frowned at him. But
later she replied, whispering back into his ears after which he nodded in reply and smiled creepily. I
stood still, staring at the two ruthless adults in front of me.
"I didn't really care about what they we whispering into each other's ears. It's not like I was going to
oppose the motion. Well I would, if I had the chance to. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible." I
thought to myself, still staring at them.

"Sabrina!" Marina called out, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked to into her eyes with a
questioning look. "Errrrmm, yes!" I answered feebly, not listening to her attentively. I was still very
irritated about my condition at moment and all I wanted was to get home and lock myself up in my
room till tomorrow morning, when I have to go to school.

"You wouldn't be going home with me tonight. You're staying here." She declared. My brain bursted! Or
maybe I thought it bursted. But I can't believe what I just heard. I will be staying in John's apartment
tonight. Why?! What have I done! "But....why?!" I remarked, sobbing quietly. I knew my sobs won't
affect her and her decision. I looked down at the plastered floor, not wanting to stare into her damaging
face anymore. Why she had to this, I wanted to know. She looked at me, rolled her eyes at my cries and
replied," Well, since you're old enough now. You're ready for business. John's got his eyes on you for a
while now and today he can have his ways." I watched as John stared at her, smiling. She turned to the
door, walked towards it. I felt like running away, but it's no use. I'll only cause more problems for myself.
"But I'm not ready?!" I stated strongly. "And who are you to tell me that?! I decide, not you." She
remarked, eyeing me before stepping out. From outside, I heard the car roar after Marina started its
engine. She actually left me, with John . "Oh Sweet Lord!" I remarked silently. I looked at John, who was
still staring at me with his creepy face. He wasn't even good-looking. He had a broad physique, shaped
moustache and well-cut beard, but none of it complimented his handsomeness. I felt like throwing up
when I imagined what would be happening to me tonight. I know! I've never had it before. It's going to
be my first time. It was even very gross. I was still in my period and he wants to have sex with me. Now!
I really want to throw up. It's gross to think about it all. My mind sheered away from the images I didn't
want to imagine. Immediately,I ran back into the toilet. I wished that I could keep away from him and
stay in here for the rest of my life. Not the rest of my life, but away from Marina. Silent sobs
overwhelmed me, because I knew this was just the beginning

Once John get my V-card, I'll be open to many other men. I didn't know it will all happen so soon. I
thought it was going to take a long time before this happens and maybe by then, I won't even be with
Marina anymore. But here I am, with John. A ruthless man who's wanting nothing but to get in my
pants. I cleaned my face again with the back of my palm and went out of the toilet.

"Let's go upstairs! I'm getting tired already." John said immediately he sighted me coming out. I nodded,
and followed him closely, like a pet as he strode upstairs. He opened the door to the room and we both
went it. I looked around, staring at the room I was in at moment. It was well-furnished, with a large bed
in the middle, covered with a purple bedspread. Purple is my favorite color but it doesn't even matter
now because I don't care. I looked back at John who was already closing the door. He locked it and
placed the keys in his safe, after which he locked the safe too. He thought I was going to run away. I
really wasn't! It's not like I'm ready for it, or happy about it. But I know there's no way out this time
around. I just have to take my fate and let the worse happen. Then, I remembered the day a girl in my
school was telling her friends about her first time with her boyfriend. She was my senior though, she's in
the 12th grade. That day, I was waiting for Cassy to return my book. She told me to wait for her in the
hallway and adjacent to me, was the girl and her friends. She told them how much they love each other.
Her friends, just like any group of girls, gisting, in school, giggled and awwwn-ed about it. She told them
she actually loved it and she didn't regret making out and having sex with him but it was so painful. Her
friends gasped and told her sorry randomly. Then I thought about how painful it's might turn how to be.
Well lucky for her, she did it with someone she loved. Here I am having it with someone I don't even like,
someone I detest but I'm being forced to have sex with. Tears fell from my eyes and landed on my
cheeks. This is not what it's supposed to be.

He threw me onto the fluffy bed. He was sweating already. He stared at me hungrily. I guessed he was
already in the mood. I wasn't feeling anything, not at all. I would even say I was numb. My mind went
blank. I really didn't want to capture the moment in my brain, my memory. But that's honestly
impossible, it's my first time and it cannot be left out from the story of my life. "You're beautiful, Rina!"
He said in a coarse tone. I looked at him, his torso, his face, his body, they were all dripping. He had a
shower earlier and so did i, when he ordered me to. He caressed my neck, though gently, but his palm
weren't soft enough. And that started it!! I closed my eyes hardly when he thrusted in. It was painful,
sore, tight and everything I could call it. I screamed, cried and let out all the tears I've been holding in
me all this while. He didn't even stop because of that, he only continued. It became unbearable. I
continued screaming, I wished inside of me that I should be saved by someone. But it's all a wish, that'd
would never come true. Few minutes after he came in, he groaned and came off me. I heaved a sighed
of relief and tried to adjust my body. As I moved gently, the space between my thighs, just below my
abdomen, hurt badly. I groaned too. I placed my arms on chest, folding them together. I felt pang of
anger, shame and regrets. I thought, "maybe I should have tried to escape." Still regretting the whole
thing that just happened. John made a move and came over me again. With that, he did the same thing
again. I continued screaming. Some people would call it moaning, but it wasn't. I was screaming because
I was in pain, crying for freedom from the shameless man who was thrusting very hard into me. Before
dawn, he came over seven times. I cried throughout the night, even when he was sleeping.

>< >< ><

I stood up in the morning, after the bright yellow sun rose. Its brightness was lightening up the room,
and the its shadow fell on top of him. Yes, John. He was still in bed, snoring. My genital hurt as moved
but I endured it because I needed to clean myself up. I took a quick warm bath and got into the dress I
wore last night, when Marina dropped me off. After coming out of the bathroom, I remembered, it's a
school day_Tuesday. My mind thought of the classes I would be having to know if it was really necessary
to go. I realized that on Tuesday, I had no practical class, so I can miss school today, to get myself
together. I looked like a victim, a dying victim, when I stared at my image in the mirror. I returned my
gaze to John. I wanted him up, so that he could open the door and let me out. But it looked like he's not
going to be up any time soon. I was really devastated thinking about what John did to me last night. It
was so bitter. I stared endlessly at the sin, from the window beside the bed. When I once read about
sex, people do say it's interesting, sweet and beautiful so much so that some crave it badly. But what I
experienced yesterday night was nothing compared to that. It was the complete opposite. Just then,
John moved his body and let out a groan. He stretched out and yawned. "You're up already?!" He stated
more like a question which I wasn't ready to answer. He stared at me, I rolled my eyes. But he didn't get
the message. I wasn't comfortable with him at all. I never was! I just wanted to leave. "Can you please
open the door?!" I questioned rudely. He stretched again and got out of bed. Heading for the safe he
spoke, "Marina asked me to drop you off at home." He unlocked the door and went into the bathroom. I
knew the opened door was of no use. I'll have to wait till he's done before we get going. I looked at the
wall clock that was hung up, in front of the bed. It was still 7:00 am. Lazily, I yawned. I was feeling sleepy
but I wasn't going to sleep in this filthy room. I waited impatiently for him to get ready. It took like
forever because he had his breakfast before he was finally set. He invited me to have the meal with him,
of which I declined.

Of course, John knows the gravity of what he's gone. But he wouldn't admit, or maybe he's pretending.
It wasn't his fault. It was my Aunt, who betrayed me.

I went into my room after John dropped me. My aunt and her silly husband weren't at home. I heaved a
big sigh of relief because it meant that I had the whole day to myself until they return late at night or
evening. I quickly took off my clothes, and walked into the bathroom. I had another shower to clean
myself properly. I wasn't satisfied with the one I took in John's apartment. While the water was running,
falling onto me with force, hitting my head, wetting my long hair, I thought about my about what awaits
me after this incident. I knew Marina would make me one of her girls at the brothel and I don't want to.
I looked at the mirror after stopping the shower to see how terrible I've become. My face was a
definition of ugly. I really need to admit that.

Slowly, I walked out of the bathroom, and reached for my towel. I wrapped it loosely around my chest
region. I grabbed my hair dryer and it blew the warm air onto my hair, after I plugged it and pushed the
on button. I caressed my hair gently, it so that the hair will dry up completely. It took me about fifteen
minutes to concluded hair drying.

After I was done, I dressed myself in a long thin see-through pink gown. I took my phone out and
message my friend, Simbi at school. Simbi is a Nigerian Yoruba girl that travelled abroad to meet her
father after her mother's death. Many times, when I have nothing to do during recess period, Simbi
would tell about the Yoruba culture. The taboos were something she never joke with. "Don't go near
èwo." as she would say.

I texted her that I'm slightly indisposed and that I would not be coming to school for the day.

"Okay! Take care " she replied. I guess she was with her phone at moment.

I dropped my phone on my reading table and decided to go downstairs and have something hot to eat. I
walked slowly to the kitchen as I was still feeling the pain from last night. I looked around on entering
the kitchen, searching for what's available. After my eyes met with the loaf of sliced bread on the
kitchen desk, I opted for toast bread and hot tea.
In less than ten minutes, I was already placing the stuffed bread in the toaster and the water for my tea
was already boiled. I prepared a warm chocolate tea and add some creamed milk to it.

"Dong!!!" The toaster made a sound, notifying me the my bread was ready. I took it and placed it on the
flat ceramic plate in my right hand. With that I walked to the dining with my cup of tea in my left. I
dropped the plate and cup, pulled out a chair and sat to enjoy my hot meal.

After taking six bites of the bread and seven gulps of my hot chocolate tea, I heard a knock on the main
door. "Who the fuck could that be?!" I cursed silently under my breath ask walked towards the door to
see who it was. I was shocked when I found Sam standing in front me, holding his suitcase. I scanned his
face thoroughly, wondering why he returned from work this early. Its just past twelve, in the afternoon
and he's back. "Afternoon!" I greeted him with a scoff when I realized he wasn't even saying anything.
With that, I walked back inside and continued with my meal.

Sam walked past me while he was heading for he and Marina's matrimonial room, and at first he didn't
just spare me a look. He stared at me later, I wondered why, I was getting uncomfortable already. I
wished what brought him home at moment could return him back to work. I had imagined being alone
till evening before he and Marina returns. But here he is, shattering my well-made imagination. "Such an
asshole!" I cursed again. Yes, silently again. I dare not let him hear me. If he does, he'll beat the hell out
of me. He doesn't beat me every time though, he only does when Marina asked him to.

I quickly finished my meal, headed to the kitchen, did the washing and ran into my room. I locked the
door, removed the key and walked to my reading table and placed the key on it. I don't even know why I
did that. I mean, removed the key. I felt like returning it but I felt too lazy to. "Just let it be!" The inner
me said and I agreed. In no time, I begin to feel sleepy, but I won't reprimand myself for that because I
didn't sleep well at all while I was still with John. I hopped on my bed gently and laid down for a calm
nap.

>< >< ><

"For how long have I been sleeping?!" I mentally asked myself when I felt the huge figure over me. I
rubbed my eyes open and saw Sam. "Noooooooo!!" I screamed. But that did nothing.

Marina's POV
I walked towards the door, I got home earlier today because I wanted to see how Sabrina was faring. If
she had vaginal lacerations, I planned to invite my doctor over to stitch her up. I understood it was her
first time.

As these thoughts ran through my mind, I heard a voice. Screaming voice! Like that of a girl, being
assaulted. When i got to the door finally, the voice got closer, and it was that of SABRINA. My heart
skipped. Who dared rape her in my house?! I opened the door and swiftly flung it open. I ran into the
kitchen, held a knife and ran upstairs. I heard Sabrina's cries, and the heavy panting of the guy. Just as I
was about to open the door, he spoke to Sabrina, "keep shut, girl!"

The man's voice! It was that of Sam! My own Sam! My heart froze in a bit, I ran in and stabbed him from
behind.

"How dare you cheat on me with this little thing?!" I remarked at him as he groaned in pain. I stabbed
him again after he fell off Sabrina, spat on him and stomped off in anger.

Rina's POV

I blinked severally, staring at the stuffed, rigid body of Sam that was coated in blood. I couldn't bring
myself to understand how everything happened just in a moment. It was so fast. Marina barged in, Sam
got stabbed. Everything was so swift. Then, i looked at myself. I was also covered in Sam's blood, but not
all over my body, just around my chest region. I breathed so heavily that anyone could count my
respiration rate that time. I walked into the bathroom, not knowing what's next to do. Obviously,
Marina wasn't expecting me to pack up the corpse of her husband. She had the gut to murder him, so
she should know what to do.

After I was done cleaning up again for the umpteenth time, I looked through my window. The bright
cloud in the sky seemed to amuse me. So I decided to go for a walk, i put on jeans and red top and went
out, hoping that by the time i return, Marina would have gotten the mess cleared off.

Though, in my mind, I wished she'd get arrested and I'd have the chance to live by myself. I'm not too
young to. Whatever has happened to me in the past, is enough for me to call myself mature. Then my
mind flashed back to Sam. How did he actually enter? I look the room.

"Oh fuck! I removed the key from the keyhole and he had the room extra keys with him." But he must
have been stalking me. Maybe that was why he came home early, I thought.