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CAUGHT! by Mide Benedict


As the men came into the shrine seeking for the Chief priest, they checked around, but found no one; not the Chief priest, not the priestesses and certainly not the apprentices living in the shrine.



'Where is everyone. We must see him today to let him know that the dog bitten leg has worsened.' One of the men spoke from the right.' Over there is the Chief Priest's room.' One said. 'Why not go there to see if help will be found.'  After few seconds of deliberation, they all agreed to go for the room. Getting there, one of the men pulled the door mat to his left and the rest of the men went in with their backs.

'What is this!' One shouted Abomination! Another screamed.

The chief priest was found naked on one of the priestesses doing the abominable. The men, soaked in anger and filled with ferocious fury, burnt down the shrine leaving the Chief priest and the priestess inside as they wailed and cried for help!

And suddenly, the men went insane.

Who is to blame: the gods, the Chief priest or the angry men?

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