"Oh, they're sleeping, sis. As soon as I finished breastfeeding them, they dozed off. That's why I even have time to do some chores. The slightest thing upsets them, and they start crying—you know how children are."
Itoro glanced around awkwardly, scratching her head as she searched for the right words to convince her sister without sounding desperate.
"But can I at least see them? Even if it's just to say a prayer and bless them in my own way?"
"Sis, I would love that, but they're asleep. No visitors today so they have time to rest. My husband is not still around and I have things to do. If they're awake I won't really have time. I completely understand how you feel, trust me. Unless you'll be staying a bit longer? That way, you can see them when they wake up."
Itoro hesitated but eventually agreed to extend her stay. She hadn’t planned to stay long—her focus was on accomplishing her goal. Bamidele, who had been standing with them, excused herself and went back to washing the clothes. Before leaving, she told them to let her know if they needed anything.
She had a brief conversation with Chidi before standing up and stepping out to lîe to her sister that she needed to use the bathroom, exactly how she had planned. As someone that was filled with compassion, bamidele nodded and gave her permission.
Having visited the house a few times, she was already familiar with its layout. As she walked toward the bathroom with her bag in hand, she was carefully scanning the area. One of the room she saw was locked. Her eyes later caught sight of a slightly open room door. The curtains were neatly folded and hung on the curtain rod. Curious, Itoro carefully peeked inside and saw the twins lying side by side on the bed, facing the ceiling, their tiny hands resting on top of each other.
Itoro’s heart pounded violently in her chest. She knew that if her sister walked in and found her there, questions would follõw. Questions she wasn’t prepared to answer. Holding her breath, she carefully placed the bag on the bed, pulled down the curtain and left the door slightly ajar. She circled a wooden fetish cross, wrapped entirely in red, three times over their heads while muttering incantations, then blew a handful of ashes from the bag into the air.
She gazed around and noticed everywhere was quiet. Her hands trembled as she reached for the babies. One by one, she pried their tiny mouths open and they jolted awake in the process. Their innocent eyes locking onto hers. But they were too young to understand. Too young to question.
She continued.
With a steady but anxious hand, Itoro poured some of the dark liquid into her palm, then pressed her thumb against their lips, letting the substance drip into their mõuths, smiling evîly. It tasted like water to them—harmless, familiar. But Itoro knew better. What she held was far from ordinary. It was one of the disguised gift her queen had given her in the cõven. The children swallowed continuõusly. Their wide, unblinking eyes never leaving her face.
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Itoro glanced around awkwardly, scratching her head as she searched for the right words to convince her sister without sounding desperate.
"But can I at least see them? Even if it's just to say a prayer and bless them in my own way?"
"Sis, I would love that, but they're asleep. No visitors today so they have time to rest. My husband is not still around and I have things to do. If they're awake I won't really have time. I completely understand how you feel, trust me. Unless you'll be staying a bit longer? That way, you can see them when they wake up."
Itoro hesitated but eventually agreed to extend her stay. She hadn’t planned to stay long—her focus was on accomplishing her goal. Bamidele, who had been standing with them, excused herself and went back to washing the clothes. Before leaving, she told them to let her know if they needed anything.
She had a brief conversation with Chidi before standing up and stepping out to lîe to her sister that she needed to use the bathroom, exactly how she had planned. As someone that was filled with compassion, bamidele nodded and gave her permission.
Having visited the house a few times, she was already familiar with its layout. As she walked toward the bathroom with her bag in hand, she was carefully scanning the area. One of the room she saw was locked. Her eyes later caught sight of a slightly open room door. The curtains were neatly folded and hung on the curtain rod. Curious, Itoro carefully peeked inside and saw the twins lying side by side on the bed, facing the ceiling, their tiny hands resting on top of each other.
Itoro’s heart pounded violently in her chest. She knew that if her sister walked in and found her there, questions would follõw. Questions she wasn’t prepared to answer. Holding her breath, she carefully placed the bag on the bed, pulled down the curtain and left the door slightly ajar. She circled a wooden fetish cross, wrapped entirely in red, three times over their heads while muttering incantations, then blew a handful of ashes from the bag into the air.
She gazed around and noticed everywhere was quiet. Her hands trembled as she reached for the babies. One by one, she pried their tiny mouths open and they jolted awake in the process. Their innocent eyes locking onto hers. But they were too young to understand. Too young to question.
She continued.
With a steady but anxious hand, Itoro poured some of the dark liquid into her palm, then pressed her thumb against their lips, letting the substance drip into their mõuths, smiling evîly. It tasted like water to them—harmless, familiar. But Itoro knew better. What she held was far from ordinary. It was one of the disguised gift her queen had given her in the cõven. The children swallowed continuõusly. Their wide, unblinking eyes never leaving her face.
SILENT BETRAYAL [3️⃣]
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"Oh, they're sleeping, sis. As soon as I finished breastfeeding them, they dozed off. That's why I even have time to do some chores. The slightest thing upsets them, and they start crying—you know how children are."
Itoro glanced around awkwardly, scratching her head as she searched for the right words to convince her sister without sounding desperate.
"But can I at least see them? Even if it's just to say a prayer and bless them in my own way?"
"Sis, I would love that, but they're asleep. No visitors today so they have time to rest. My husband is not still around and I have things to do. If they're awake I won't really have time. I completely understand how you feel, trust me. Unless you'll be staying a bit longer? That way, you can see them when they wake up."
Itoro hesitated but eventually agreed to extend her stay. She hadn’t planned to stay long—her focus was on accomplishing her goal. Bamidele, who had been standing with them, excused herself and went back to washing the clothes. Before leaving, she told them to let her know if they needed anything.
She had a brief conversation with Chidi before standing up and stepping out to lîe to her sister that she needed to use the bathroom, exactly how she had planned. As someone that was filled with compassion, bamidele nodded and gave her permission.
Having visited the house a few times, she was already familiar with its layout. As she walked toward the bathroom with her bag in hand, she was carefully scanning the area. One of the room she saw was locked. Her eyes later caught sight of a slightly open room door. The curtains were neatly folded and hung on the curtain rod. Curious, Itoro carefully peeked inside and saw the twins lying side by side on the bed, facing the ceiling, their tiny hands resting on top of each other.
Itoro’s heart pounded violently in her chest. She knew that if her sister walked in and found her there, questions would follõw. Questions she wasn’t prepared to answer. Holding her breath, she carefully placed the bag on the bed, pulled down the curtain and left the door slightly ajar. She circled a wooden fetish cross, wrapped entirely in red, three times over their heads while muttering incantations, then blew a handful of ashes from the bag into the air.
She gazed around and noticed everywhere was quiet. Her hands trembled as she reached for the babies. One by one, she pried their tiny mouths open and they jolted awake in the process. Their innocent eyes locking onto hers. But they were too young to understand. Too young to question.
She continued.
With a steady but anxious hand, Itoro poured some of the dark liquid into her palm, then pressed her thumb against their lips, letting the substance drip into their mõuths, smiling evîly. It tasted like water to them—harmless, familiar. But Itoro knew better. What she held was far from ordinary. It was one of the disguised gift her queen had given her in the cõven. The children swallowed continuõusly. Their wide, unblinking eyes never leaving her face.
SILENT BETRAYAL [3️⃣]
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