The Birth Of A New Sophia
Sophia sat on her bed, staring at the message from Professor Desmond.
Her hands trembled.
Her heart pounded.
Her mind was screaming at her to ignore it, but fear clawed at her.
If she failed his course, she would have to repeat the class.
Her parents had sacrificed so much for her education. They trusted her. They believed in her.
How would she explain failing?
The shame would crush her.
Tears welled in her eyes. She picked up her Bible and held it tightly.
"Lord, help me," she whispered.
But as she sat in the silence of her room, doubt crept in.
Would God come down and change her grade?
Would a miracle happen overnight?
Or was she on her own?
Her roommate, Sandra, entered the room, dressed in a tight gown, applying lip gloss in front of the mirror.
"You still haven't left?" Sandra asked.
Sophia wiped her eyes quickly. "I'm not going."
Sandra scoffed. "Okay. So you'll fail and cry later?"
"I will manage," Sophia said, gripping her bedsheet.
Sandra laughed. "You? Manage failure? Babe, this is your first year. If you start failing now, you will suffer till you graduate. Do you think all the girls in his class are failing?"
Sophia remained silent.
Sandra sighed. "Look, you don't have to fight everything. Sometimes, you just have to do what needs to be done."
Sophia swallowed. "But it's wrong."
Sandra shrugged. "Then enjoy failure. I'll see you later."
And with that, she grabbed her purse and walked out.
Sophia sat in the silence, battling with her thoughts.
Minutes passed.
Then an hour.
And then…
She made a decision.
She grabbed a scarf, wrapped it around her head, and stepped out of the room.
A Deal with the Devil
The Faculty of Arts building was quiet at 7 PM. The lights were dim.
Sophia hesitated at Room 302, staring at the door.
"I can turn back now," she thought.
"I don't have to do this."
But her legs felt heavy. Her mind was clouded.
"Maybe he just wants to talk," she reasoned.
She knocked softly.
The door swung open immediately.
Professor Desmond stood there, smiling.
"I knew you'd come," he said, stepping aside.
Sophia hesitated, then stepped in.
The office smelled of expensive cologne and whiskey. A dim lamp glowed in the corner.
"Sit down," he said, closing the door behind her.
Sophia sat at the edge of the chair. Her palms were sweating.
The professor poured himself a drink and took a sip. "So," he said, placing the glass down. "You're a smart girl, Sophia. You know how things work."
"I just want to pass my course, sir," she whispered.
He smiled, leaning forward. "And you will. But nothing in life is free."
She clenched her fists.
"You don't have to make this difficult," he continued, standing up. "You're a beautiful girl, Sophia. You don't even realize your own power."
She shook her head. "I can't."
He sighed, walking closer. "Then prepare to fail. Prepare to see your GPA drop. Prepare to see everything you've worked for crumble."
Sophia felt her chest tighten.
He ran a hand through her hair. "Don't fight it. It's just one time. Then you'll never have to worry about grades again."
Tears ran down her face.
And then…
She closed her eyes.
And let it happen.
Aftermath
The next morning, Sophia woke up in her bed, feeling numb.
She stared at the ceiling, her body motionless.
Everything felt… unreal.
Like a dream she wished she could wake up from.
Her phone vibrated.
A message from Professor Desmond.
"Your results have been updated. Congratulations on passing."
Sophia threw the phone across the room and curled into a ball, sobbing silently.
She had lost something she could never get back.
And the worst part?
She wasn't the same person anymore.
* * *
Sophia stayed in bed all day.
She barely ate.
She barely moved.
The event of the previous night played over and over in her mind like a broken record.
She had thought it would end with just one time.
That she would wake up, pass her course, and move on like nothing had happened.
But she felt different.
Dirty.
Used.
Ruined.
Her Bible sat on the table beside her, untouched.
Her phone kept vibrating with messages from Sandra, asking if she was okay.
But she didn't respond.
Her whole world had changed, and she didn't know how to fix it.
The Mask She Wore
A week passed.
Sophia forced herself to act normal.
She smiled in class.
She greeted people.
She attended church on Sunday.
But inside, she was empty.
Guilt weighed her down.
She avoided everyone—especially the male students.
But Professor Desmond was always there, watching her, smirking at her in class, as if he owned her.
She hated him.
She hated herself.
The Second Time
One evening, her phone buzzed.
A message from Professor Desmond.
"Come to my office. Now."
Sophia's hands shook as she read it.
She wanted to ignore it.
But fear gripped her.
What if he failed her in another course?
What if he turned the school against her?
She felt trapped.
So she went.
She sat in his office, staring at the floor.
He poured himself a drink and smiled at her.
"I knew you'd come," he said.
"I don't want to do this," she whispered.
He laughed. "You don't have a choice."
And just like that…
It happened again.
From One Man to Another
Sophia began to change.
The pain turned into numbness.
The guilt turned into indifference.
She stopped feeling anything at all.
Professor Desmond no longer scared her.
His threats meant nothing.
One day, she looked him in the eye and asked, "How much money do you have?"
He was surprised but amused.
And just like that, she began to use him the way he used her.
He gave her money.
He bought her gifts.
And Sophia?
She stopped caring.
She realized something.
If one man could take something from her and get what he wanted…
Then why not take something from many?
And so…
She began choosing the men instead.
The Transformation
Sophia no longer feared men.
She no longer feared Professor Desmond.
In fact, she laughed at the way he used to intimidate her.
She realized that men wanted something, and if she played her cards right, she could get what she wanted from them first.
Her transformation was gradual but complete.
It started with new clothes—skirts became shorter, tops became tighter.
Then new makeup—brighter lipstick, thicker eyeliner.
Then new company—she no longer spent time with the church girls; now she was always with Sandra and her friends.
And finally…
She chose her men.
The First Man She Chose
One evening, she walked into a popular lounge near campus.
She had never been there before, but Sandra had invited her.
Loud music filled the air, mixed with cigarette smoke and expensive perfume.
Sandra leaned toward her. "This is where the real connections happen."
Sophia sipped her drink, watching the crowd.
And then, she saw him.
A rich businessman in his late thirties.
He sat at a VIP section, surrounded by younger girls, laughing and drinking.
His gold wristwatch shone under the lights.
His car keys—a Mercedes-Benz—rested on the table.
Sophia made her move.
She walked past him, pretending not to notice.
But she had learned something about men: they chase what they think they can't have.
And just as she expected…
He stopped her.
"Hey, beautiful," he said, flashing a smile. "What's your name?"
She turned to him, tilting her head slightly.
A week ago, she would have been nervous.
But tonight?
She was in control.
She smiled.
"What's my name worth to you?"
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I like you already."
That night, he took her to his hotel.
And for the first time…
Sophia got paid.
A New Life, A New Name
After that night, everything changed.
She was no longer just Sophia.
She was now "Sophia the Big Girl."
Money became easy.
Men came running.
She was no longer a victim—she was in control.
She stopped attending classes regularly, but it didn't matter.
There were always ways to pass.
And the more she played the game, the better she became.
One man became two.
Two became five.
By the end of the semester, she had more money than she had ever imagined.
And the little Christian girl from a decent home?
She was long gone.
The Rise of Sophia
Sophia no longer waited for men to approach her.
She studied them—the rich ones, the powerful ones, the ones willing to spend without question.
She knew how to talk, how to dress, and how to keep them wanting more.
Money was no longer a problem.
By the time she entered her second year, she had moved out of the school hostel into a fully furnished apartment in the city, paid for by a married politician who visited her every weekend.
She no longer needed lecturers to pass her—she had higher connections now.
Money ruled the world.
And she was swimming in it.
The Luxury Life
Sophia's new lifestyle came with everything she once dreamed of.
Expensive handbags that other girls could only admire in magazines. Exotic vacations—Dubai, Seychelles, Zanzibar. Luxury perfumes that left a scent wherever she walked. VIP treatment at the finest restaurants.
She no longer took public transport—she had her own car, a sleek white Lexus SUV, gifted by a wealthy businessman.
Girls on campus whispered about her.
Some envied her.
Some judged her.
But none could deny her power.
She had become untouchable.
Losing the Old Life
One evening, as she drove through campus in her SUV, she saw a familiar face—Deborah, her childhood friend from church.
Deborah waved, but Sophia ignored her.
She couldn't afford to be seen with her old life.
Church?
That was for small girls.
She had money.
She had power.
What could prayer give her that she didn't already have?
Deborah, however, refused to be ignored.
She followed Sophia to her apartment, knocking on the door.
Sophia sighed and finally opened.
Deborah gasped. "Sophia! This place is beautiful!"
Sophia forced a smile. "Thank you."
Deborah sat down. "We've missed you in church. Your mother always asks about you."
Sophia rolled her eyes. "Church doesn't pay bills, Deborah."
Deborah frowned. "Sophia… where are you getting all this money?"
Sophia smirked. "Deborah, life is a game. You either win or you lose."
Deborah's eyes filled with concern. "But at what cost?"
Sophia's smile faded.
Cost?
She had everything she wanted.
So why did Deborah's words bother her?
The Warning
As Deborah stood to leave, she touched Sophia's hand.
"I had a dream about you," she whispered.
Sophia scoffed. "Not this again."
Deborah's eyes were serious. "I saw you… crying. Sick. Alone. It was bad, Sophia."
Sophia's chest tightened.
But she quickly masked her emotions.
She laughed. "Deborah, I'm healthier than ever."
Deborah sighed. "I just pray you don't realize too late."
And with that, she left.
Sophia shook off the uneasy feeling.
She grabbed her phone and sent a message to one of her sponsors.
"Hey baby, I need a new iPhone. Mine is already outdated."
A reply came in seconds.
"Anything for you, my queen."
Sophia grinned.
Whatever Deborah saw in her dream…
It wasn't real.
Her life was perfect.
Or so she thought.