Finally on a break from school I have been wanting to write, to wrap my head and thoughts around something concrete and I figured writing this book would be ideal. It's still a draft, but I absolutely welcome criticism. Ps, it's 18 plus I will try to add more as the day passes by “One more bowl!” “I can’t hear you” Achi hissed, called out something that sounded like an idiot to Isaiah turned away. Isaiah blinked away tears from his eyes. He was sweating profusely. His hands and eyes itched. His body shook uncontrollably and he thought he might slump at any moment. Hot sweat formed fiery beads in the area just above his eyes so he had trouble seeing. His eyes itched again and he thought about scratching it. murder. He thought. I would be killing myself. His hands were soaked in peppery water and he couldn’t bring them out for the time being. “one more bowl!” Someone screamed behind him, close to his ear. He turned his head slightly to save his eardrums. Achi. “What did you say?”. He asked. Achi glared at him for him for a moment and then proceeded to get what she wanted by her self. “useless human being” Isaiah glanced at his hands, coated in Reddish fiery pepper, his fingers were on fire, regardless he held on. Twisting the fish between his palm slowly and carefully in the pepper sauce. If I don’t become rich in this life. I will commit suicide. The girl that had gone to retrieve the bowl turned and looked him over. “Better rub the pepper in well, the last ones were not properly done.” She said and then added “ you never do anything right” in a tone that suggested that she would not be averse to having him sacked. Isaiah looked his critic over, just employed last week, Achi already thought herself the most important staff in Madam Shina’s pepper soup, what with constant praise from the madam herself. With oversized facials features that looked like a bloated watermelon and an attitude similar to that of a worker bee. Devoted and hardworking but with a nasty sting. “You no fit make am for this life, isiaki,” she said, not looking at him. Isaiah had a sudden mental debate as to whether it would be a good idea to throw the bowl of pepper in her face. He would be thrown into kirikiri, sweaty and beaten, but atleast he would have done something horrible to Achi. Isaiah! Someone called his name. Which kind of life is this “Yes ma” he answered and added mentally “stupid woman” The woman. Madam Shina was stoutly built with a face that could be described as ‘once beautiful’ and breasts that had refused to fall in their Fifty years of existence. “Tell Orji to come to my office” Isaiah nodded and squinted his eyes. He would not tell Orji to go to madam’s office. He would wait an hour and then go to madam’s office himself. Madam would ask him about Orji and he would say he hadn’t seen him in a while, perhaps he had gone out with Ade and then Madam would have no choice but to Bleep him instead. He thought about Madam often now, about her breasts and her unusual loud moans that would ring through the entire shop. Moans suggested that he was doing his work well and he also thought about the look Achi and Nnenna would have on their faces when he finally came outside. He had grown now. Twenty years is not child’s play. Ade would say to him and then add. You must be wise and some other things he didn’t want to think about. His body scraped the table and he looked down and discovered he had developed an erection. He remembered the first time Madam had taken him to her office, he had thought he was to be commended for excellent work, he thought so because Madam was smiling sweetly at him. And so when she had taken him in and asked him to remove his clothes, he had stared, confused. She didn’t waste time and walked towards him, commanding and wanton. The sex had lasted hours. Madam was surprised at both his stamina and libido. Her moans rang through the entire building. From that day, he became madam’s boy. Revered and somewhat adored by madam's friends. That was till Orji came last month. Orji was bigger down there, according to madam and was more experienced. He was twenty five after all and had been a prostitute during his days in the “ministry”. Smiling, he leaned back and downwards to put his erection under the table, to hide it from curious eyes. Not that anybody would see him, he was in the kitchen, which was the only place in the entire shop where customers couldn’t and wouldn’t enter. Directly outside the kitchen was the bar, where he was sure, The cassette player would be blaring with Dele Olaseinde's rock. And drunk men and Hot prostitutes would be swinging and squeezing their bodies in a frenzy. The air would reek of sweat, smelly armpits and vaginal fluids. He had no time for that, at least for now. Ade would be back soon and together they would fulfil their plans. But before that, he smiled as he thought this. Madam’s vaginal fluids. He put the last of the fishes in the huge pot behind him and went to the bucket beside the stove to wash his hands. Afterwards, he would soak them in detergent and water to wash away the heat. The last thing he wanted to do was to put a peppery finger inside Madam.