Chapter 60 A POUND OF FLESH

Pastor Melvin gently took her phone from her, dropped it on the nearby table and pulled her up, holding her by the hands.

He hugged her, she stiffened. He had never hugged her. He released her, while still holding her hands.

"What happened to your face, Soby?", Sobrina's face was rough with stubborn acne. She had used different kinds of cosmetics, but it kept returning.

"I decided I must not look perfect, I just have to be me. So I let my face be", Sobrina was fighting back tears. Her emotions were beginning to soften.

"Oh Soby", he hugged her again, she stiffened. He released her, still holding her hands. She looked at him questioningly.

"I just want to make sure all is well between us Soby", he explained. Then he hugged her again, squeezing tightly this time. Sobrina felt his pecker, he was rock hard. She jumped out of his grip, but he still held on to her hands.

"There's no one here, this is wrong", Sobrina protested. Pastor Melvin's eyes were pleadingly sober.

"I really just want to make sure all is well Soby", he said, and her emotions were completely melted. He had never looked so vulnerable to her.

"You know how much I love you?", she questioned, and he nodded in response.

"You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you?", again, he nodded and Sobrina - not knowing how bad it could get - fell into his arms, hugging him back.

She was about to break the hug, when she felt his fingers on her right boob. She jumped, grabbed his hand and pulled it away.

"Pastor Melvin, Pastor Melvin", she protested, hoping to call him back to his senses.

He pulled his hand away, and she collapsed back into his arms, trying to reassure him that it was alright.

She was about to get up when she felt his fingers on her right boob again. But this time, he had gone under her sweater.

She jumped. She was now angry. She tried to grab his fingers as she had previously done, but the sweater wouldn't let her. With eyes wide in shock, she struggled as he quickly pulled down her right bra strap, found and squeezed tightly on her nipple. She screamed in a mixture of pain and forced pleasure, and almost fell on her back. But he held her steady, with his right hand on her waist. She had tried to muffle her scream by placing her left hand on her mouth, the ring glittered in the light.

She began to cry, he explored her chest to her other boob not minding how she felt. She was struggling with his hand in her sweater. She looked behind him, measuring the distance to the door, unaware that he had locked the ground bolt, after he had stood up from the bed, when he had bent low as if to pick up something by the door. Pastor Melvin noticed her expression, and decided to completely undress her, deciding she wouldn't dare run naked out of the room.

He pulled up her sweater, she held on to it and he hit her. She let go in pain and he pulled away her sweater. She tried to cover her bosom in shame using her hands, and he hit her again repeatedly. And she let go. He took in the sight for a second. She was stunning to behold. She was putting on a sexy tight singlet lingerie that cupped her big round boobs, and covered her stomach. It was impossible to pull it off as fast as he desired. It was beautiful, but disappointingly securing.

She was now afraid of trying to stop him, to avoid the beatings. She thought he would now give up, but he slowly pulled down the straps of her lingerie, one after the other. Pulling each strap all the way down to her abdomen, as if he was taunting her. She grabbed her dropping boobs in shame.

Yes, she had once been very sexually active, but that was over six years ago. Coupled with the fact that she was now married, she had thought they would just hug, and probably share some kisses - matter of fact, she had held his head steady after the first beating and had tried to kiss him, but he had refused by forcefully turning his head this way and that - after which she would return home to break up with her husband.

But Pastor Melvin was on a mission, not one that involved love or honor, he wanted his pound of flesh. Unknowing to Sobrina, he had been texting with Pastor Davies when she earlier arrived. Pastor Davies was well aware of what he intended. They had to be ready and in support of Pastor Melvin in case Sobrina's husband decided to make trouble.

She held her boobs in her hands, crying. He hit her over and over again, until she let go. Her large boobs dropped and he was satisfied. She put down her face and continued to weep in shame, she thought he was a novice and would just observe and let her go, but he bent low to her amazement, and began to suckle on her right nipple - the same one she had assumed he had fasted and prayed over, for healing, few years ago.

When he was satisfied, he began to squeeze very tightly on her nipples. The pain was terrible, and she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep her screams in. She didn't want to disgrace him in his compound. She was also afraid that if she screamed, people might come running. He was a Pastor for Christ's sake, one very dare to her heart.

Pastor Melvin molested her in the worse possible ways he could think of. The one person in the world who had truly cared about her, betrayed her. He had let his misplaced anger and external control make him destroy the one life he had built.

He was her father, her sibling, her friend, her mentor and her lover.

But he was under the influence of the powers of the gods of the occult, he had in his anger given room to the Devil.

When he was done with her, almost an hour later. Sobrina's weeping was intensified.

"Not in my house," he commanded. He led her out of his house, and she ran until she arrived at her own place, which was located several miles away, still weeping.