02-04-2026, 09:58 PM
Chapter Three
I hurried downstairs. Peering into the room where the party had been held, I saw Father almost unconscious from the alcohol. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Mother and that girl approaching. I quickly rushed to Mother and said, “Ma, Baba has had way too much to drink.” Mother gasped in shock. She rushed into the room and sat beside Father.
Bongani, wearing a feigned look of guilt, said to her, “What can I do, Madam? I tried to stop him many times, but he wouldn't listen. It’s his first time; Mr. Chatterjee should have been more careful. Anyway, please tell your wife to listen to me now. Otherwise, who knows what danger might strike? Isn't that right, Madam?”
Upon hearing this, Mother looked up at Bongani’s face in shock. It was no longer the face of an ordinary human; it was the face of a vermin of hell, a fierce, bloodthirsty wolf. He looked as if he had emerged from some infinite abyss of the underworld where there is only darkness and no path for light to enter.
Bongani began to speak, “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, beautiful. Anyway, listen, from today, you are my queen. Your beauty, your youth, have set my veins on fire. This palace, this immense wealth, is yours from today. And your husband, your son -they are all your slaves now. Come, darling, tonight is our wedding night.”
With that, Bongani reached out to grab Mother’s hand. Like a flash of lightning, Mother sprang up and moved aside. “A devil like you won’t be able to touch a single hair on my head,” she spat. “And don't you dare try to lay a finger on my husband or child, or you will burn in the fires of hell.”
Bongani burst into laughter. “Damn, my queen has incredible fire! This is going to be very enjoyable. Listen, your husband and son are my slaves from this day forward. If you don’t listen to me, my queen, I’ll have them chopped up and thrown into the river. The Italian security officer care for nothing but money—they stay in my pocket. I’ve bedded many women in my life, but today I am burning in the fire of love. How can I let this chance go?”
Looking at Mother’s face, I realized she had given up all hope of being saved. She walked slowly back to Father and sat down, stroking his head in an attempt to bring him back to his senses. Bongani laughed and said, “It’s no use, darling. His drink was spiked. Anyway, he’ll regain consciousness tomorrow morning, and then we can 'update his software.' Tonight is our wedding night; I don't want to ruin this mood with trifles. Come, get up.”
Mother said nothing; she simply closed her eyes. A relentless stream of tears began to flow. Holding Father’s head with both hands, she pressed a deep kiss onto his forehead, then rested her brow against his for a long moment with her eyes shut. Finally, she stood up slowly. As Bongani began to lead her out of the room, I ran quickly and hid behind a wall. The devil began taking Mother upstairs.
There are two staircases leading to the third floor. Since there was still a guard in Father’s room, I took the other staircase. Reaching the top, I found the corridor completely deserted. The door to the room where my virtuous mother’s "wedding night" was to take place was locked from the inside. Where did the security guard and that girl go? I wondered. I pressed my ear against the door but could hear nothing.
Driven by an unknown instinct, I entered the adjacent room. It was a filthy room, devoid of furniture, with the plaster peeling off the walls in patches. On the eastern wall, the wall that separated me from where Bongani was about to ravage my mother, there was an old picture hanging at eye level. On a whim, I took the picture down, and I was left utterly stunned by the sight that was revealed.
As soon as I removed the picture, the scene in the other room unfolded before my eyes. There was a hole in the wall, and the picture had been used to hide it. A dim light was burning inside. I saw my mother sitting on the bed with her head bowed, while Bongani held a joint (at the time I didn't know it was marijuana, but I do now). Bongani was wearing nothing but underwear. The monster had quite a physique, standing over six-and-a-half feet tall with a gym-honed body and I had already seen his "weapon" earlier. He was slowly dragging on the joint, watching Mother.
Suddenly, Bongani took a long drag and moved his face close to hers. Squeezing her cheeks with the fingers of his right hand, he forced a long lip-lock on her, blowing the smoke directly into her mouth. Mother struggled desperately to free herself, but against that giant, her efforts were like a paper boat trying to survive the waves of the ocean.
After the kiss, Bongani lifted his head and said, “Queen, I have never seen lips as sweet as yours in my life. What a beautiful taste, like the nectar of heaven.” Taking another long drag, he blew the smoke all over Mother’s body. Her entire frame was trembling from this violation.
Then, Bongani walked toward the table nearby and picked up a bottle of liquor. Pouring some into a glass, he held it out to Mother and commanded sharply, “Drink.” Mother looked up at him and did something unthinkable. She spat directly into Bongani’s face.
I hurried downstairs. Peering into the room where the party had been held, I saw Father almost unconscious from the alcohol. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Mother and that girl approaching. I quickly rushed to Mother and said, “Ma, Baba has had way too much to drink.” Mother gasped in shock. She rushed into the room and sat beside Father.
Bongani, wearing a feigned look of guilt, said to her, “What can I do, Madam? I tried to stop him many times, but he wouldn't listen. It’s his first time; Mr. Chatterjee should have been more careful. Anyway, please tell your wife to listen to me now. Otherwise, who knows what danger might strike? Isn't that right, Madam?”
Upon hearing this, Mother looked up at Bongani’s face in shock. It was no longer the face of an ordinary human; it was the face of a vermin of hell, a fierce, bloodthirsty wolf. He looked as if he had emerged from some infinite abyss of the underworld where there is only darkness and no path for light to enter.
Bongani began to speak, “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, beautiful. Anyway, listen, from today, you are my queen. Your beauty, your youth, have set my veins on fire. This palace, this immense wealth, is yours from today. And your husband, your son -they are all your slaves now. Come, darling, tonight is our wedding night.”
With that, Bongani reached out to grab Mother’s hand. Like a flash of lightning, Mother sprang up and moved aside. “A devil like you won’t be able to touch a single hair on my head,” she spat. “And don't you dare try to lay a finger on my husband or child, or you will burn in the fires of hell.”
Bongani burst into laughter. “Damn, my queen has incredible fire! This is going to be very enjoyable. Listen, your husband and son are my slaves from this day forward. If you don’t listen to me, my queen, I’ll have them chopped up and thrown into the river. The Italian security officer care for nothing but money—they stay in my pocket. I’ve bedded many women in my life, but today I am burning in the fire of love. How can I let this chance go?”
Looking at Mother’s face, I realized she had given up all hope of being saved. She walked slowly back to Father and sat down, stroking his head in an attempt to bring him back to his senses. Bongani laughed and said, “It’s no use, darling. His drink was spiked. Anyway, he’ll regain consciousness tomorrow morning, and then we can 'update his software.' Tonight is our wedding night; I don't want to ruin this mood with trifles. Come, get up.”
Mother said nothing; she simply closed her eyes. A relentless stream of tears began to flow. Holding Father’s head with both hands, she pressed a deep kiss onto his forehead, then rested her brow against his for a long moment with her eyes shut. Finally, she stood up slowly. As Bongani began to lead her out of the room, I ran quickly and hid behind a wall. The devil began taking Mother upstairs.
There are two staircases leading to the third floor. Since there was still a guard in Father’s room, I took the other staircase. Reaching the top, I found the corridor completely deserted. The door to the room where my virtuous mother’s "wedding night" was to take place was locked from the inside. Where did the security guard and that girl go? I wondered. I pressed my ear against the door but could hear nothing.
Driven by an unknown instinct, I entered the adjacent room. It was a filthy room, devoid of furniture, with the plaster peeling off the walls in patches. On the eastern wall, the wall that separated me from where Bongani was about to ravage my mother, there was an old picture hanging at eye level. On a whim, I took the picture down, and I was left utterly stunned by the sight that was revealed.
As soon as I removed the picture, the scene in the other room unfolded before my eyes. There was a hole in the wall, and the picture had been used to hide it. A dim light was burning inside. I saw my mother sitting on the bed with her head bowed, while Bongani held a joint (at the time I didn't know it was marijuana, but I do now). Bongani was wearing nothing but underwear. The monster had quite a physique, standing over six-and-a-half feet tall with a gym-honed body and I had already seen his "weapon" earlier. He was slowly dragging on the joint, watching Mother.
Suddenly, Bongani took a long drag and moved his face close to hers. Squeezing her cheeks with the fingers of his right hand, he forced a long lip-lock on her, blowing the smoke directly into her mouth. Mother struggled desperately to free herself, but against that giant, her efforts were like a paper boat trying to survive the waves of the ocean.
After the kiss, Bongani lifted his head and said, “Queen, I have never seen lips as sweet as yours in my life. What a beautiful taste, like the nectar of heaven.” Taking another long drag, he blew the smoke all over Mother’s body. Her entire frame was trembling from this violation.
Then, Bongani walked toward the table nearby and picked up a bottle of liquor. Pouring some into a glass, he held it out to Mother and commanded sharply, “Drink.” Mother looked up at him and did something unthinkable. She spat directly into Bongani’s face.
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