Dial Episode 43 is scorching…
She was dressed in a severe black dress with a fancy metallic zipper running down the front. Her hair was covered with a big black scarf, and she had black lipstick. Her fingernails were painted black, and so were her toenails. She was barefoot, and around her upper arm was a hideous amulet consisting of a dead black bird tied with black thread and its head smeared with a crimson wet substance that looked like blood.
Even in that macabre dressing, with her eyes blazing, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But there was no desire in me for her in any way, only a seething rage that one so young could cause such agony to a mother who loved her with every inch of her soul.
“What did she do to you?” I asked Maame Ntiriwaa softly.
She tried to speak, but she was too traumatized, and so she shook her head numbly, but put a hand on my shoulder to convey her gratitude for my concern.
“I told her what she needed to hear!” Abena Adobea said scathingly behind me.
I got to my feet slowly, my body trembling with fury, and then I reached down and took both of Maame Ntiriwaa’s hands, and gently pulled her up from the floor.
She tottered on her feet, absolutely heart-broken, and I led her to a seat and let her sit down.
Then I turned and faced Abena Adobea.
Maame Ntiriwaa reached out and grasped my hand, and when I looked at her I saw the sudden flash of concern in her eyes. She had seen my anger, and she was scared, even then, that I was going to hurt her daughter.
“Don’t hurt her, Yao!” she said tremulously. “It’s not her! It’s the Okomfo who has brainwashed them all, please. Even her dressing, all black, and the charm around her arm, are supposed to be protection against my witchcraft. She now needs charms to come around me, her own mother!”[stextbox id=”download” caption=”WARNING”]Exlusive Content to aaron-ansah-agyeman.com Do not copy or share on any other site. Do not share on any WhatsApp, Facebook or Social Media page. ONLY SHARE THE LINKS TO THE STORY[/stextbox]
“You’re not my mother!” Abena Adobea screamed shrilly, spitefully, hatefully, her eyes blazing orbs of sheer contempt. “You killed my father with your witchcraft, and you tried to ruin my future, you shameless evil woman!”
I approached her slowly and stood in front of her.
She glared up at me with contempt and without fear.
“What are you going to do now, huh?” she asked spitefully. “Beat me up, Mr. Yao Biko? I hate you so much! Do you know why? Because she knew you would be coming here, yes! All these years she knew a rich man would come here, and so she killed my father just to be free to have you, and crawl into your bed, the whore!”
I looked at her, and I was sure my expression wasn’t nice at all.
“Oh, so you’re saying your mother knew – two or three years ago – that I would come here, and so she killed your father?”
“Yes, you old pathetic fool!” Adobea hissed. “And she will kill you too once she has done with you and milked you dry! That is the only reason why she’s sleeping with you!”
“And who told you she’s sleeping with me?” I asked acidly.
“You told me yourself, you old stupid fool!” she said. “Yesterday, when you said she had more charm than me! Such a shameless woman! Killed my father and she can’t even mourn him properly, and couldn’t wait to jump into the arms of another man! What kind of woman would do that? She was supposed to mourn him for five years, but instead became a whore for you!”
Maame Ntiriwaa moaned with pain behind me, and it tore into my heart terribly.
“So, you come here dressed in black, with some charm around your arm, just to insult the mother that carried you in her womb?” I asked softly.
“What do you expect me to do?” she hissed right back. “If I don’t get protection before coming here, she would kill me too, the shameless witch!”
I snapped my hand out, caught the amulet, and tore it off her arm.
She moaned with horror, and she took quick steps back, tears coming to her eyes immediately as she shook her head with panicked terror.
“Oh!” she whispered, and then her back came up against the wall. “What have you done? You’ll let her kill me!”
I threw the amulet away with disgust, and then I reached out and lifted her up across my shoulders. She screamed and pounded my back with her clenched fists as I carried her toward the door.
Maame Ntiriwaa got to her feet with a cry of concern, her eyes horrified.
“Yao!” she shouted. “What are you going to do with her? Put her down immediately.”
I looked at her and put a finger to my lips so that Abena wouldn’t see it, assuring her to trust me, and she sat back down slowly.
I carried the struggling royal princess into the room and threw her on the bed. Her face was filled with terror now as she scrambled away from me, searching around desperately for a weapon.
“Are you going to rape me now?” she screamed with terror. “Don’t you dare, Mr. Biko! I’m the property of the King! If you dare touch me you would be buried alive, and die a slow agonizing death!”
I smiled gently at her.
“I’m not going to rape you, Abena,” I said gently. “I never rape women. But, looking at you out there, I couldn’t resist it. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Abena.”
She stared at me, absolutely confused.
I kicked off my sandals and sat on the bed, reaching for her. She pummelled my chest with her fists desperately as I grasped her around the waist. I ran a hand tenderly down her face and around her ear, and she went absolutely still, her eyes fixed with puzzled intensity on my face.
“What are you doing, you ugly old man?” she whispered suddenly.
“You’re so beautiful, Abena,” I whispered.
She lifted her hand, as if to slap me, and then she gasped as I put my lips to her throat.
“You dirty pig!” she hissed with fury, putting her arms on my shoulders to push me away. “You will sleep with a mother and a daughter on the same bed?”
And then I put my lips on hers.
At first her teeth were rigid and set, and would not part. I ran my arms gently, lovingly down her arms, the curve of her hips, slightly across her breasts. She shuddered suddenly, and as my lips trailed a path around her earlobe I felt her gasping.
My lips found hers again, and this time her teeth parted, and I kissed her lingeringly and tenderly, taking my time as I held her face in my hands and kissed her…so slowly, so tenderly, so lovingly.
She moaned now, shuddering gently as I lay her back slowly on the bed and covered her body with mine. I continued kissing her as I raised my body on, my lips tracing her throat, passing over her black material, pausing on each round globe, down the taut flat belly, lingering on her navel, and then my hands slowly drew the hem of her dress up, exposing her incredible thighs!
I had never seen such graceful beauty in my life, such perfect roundness, such incredible artistry!
Abena Adobea, the royal princess, might be ugly inside, but outside, she was as perfect as the balance of air.
I kissed the inside of her thighs, just above her right knee, and she moaned helplessly. When I sidled up her body and kissed her lips again her arms came around my neck, and she responded fiercely, kissing me with abandon.
And I knew I was getting lost again…a second longer and my plan would be toast.
With all the strength in me, for the very first time in my life, I pushed away from a beautiful girl. With her mother I had not wanted to make love, and so rejecting her had not been difficult.
But this beauty was different.
I craved for her. My whole soul screamed for her. Every inch of my flesh wanted her, needed her…but I pulled away, panting, and sat up. Slowly I got off the bed and stood looking at her.
There she was, panting and so gone! Such an innocent, beautiful girl, trapped in the machinations of an evil king and his corrupt fetish priest. Lying there, looking at me through glazed eyes, she was just a young, beautiful lost girl.
Her evil resolve had been stripped, and she was now only a craving woman.
Tears came to her eyes suddenly as she stared at me.
“Don’t do this, please,” she whispered quaveringly. “I have not known a man yet. You have done to me more than I have ever allowed any man to do!”
With a heart filled with pain, I forced myself to smile nastily down at her.
“I don’t find you the least attractive, Abena,” I said, the lie tearing my insides, making me sick to my stomach, but I knew it should be done.
“What?” she gasped with horror, with pain, with terror, and sat up slowly, her tears a curse on my conscience. “What did you say?”
“You heard me, Princess!” I said viciously. “The last time we met you wanted me dead, and you gloated because I had an erection! Who the hell do you think you are? You accused your mother of being a whore because she was with me?”
I leaned toward her and spoke with unfeigned fury.
“Her husband is dead, girl!” I spat at her. “So if she crawls into another man’s bed, it is bloody okay! But what about you? In six months or less you would be married, to nobody but a king, and here you are, ready to spread your legs for another man! Do you know who’s more of a slut? You, my dear, are a far worse woman than your mother would ever be! A mother who has nothing but love for you!”
She was crying bitterly now, her shame and humiliation complete!
She crossed her arms across her chest and bounded off the bed, tearing past me and running outside as her tears fell.
There was a pain in my heart, a self-loathing at the horrible way I had treated her, knowing perfectly well that in the blink of an eye, from the intimacy we shared, hatred for her was no longer an emotion embedded in me.
In hurting her, I had managed to tear the shroud from her eyes, in a way, but I wondered at the cost I might have to pay for such a horrible cruelty.
I followed her outside as she got to the veranda, still weeping.
“Hey, princess!” I called in a hard voice, and she stopped without turning. “See, I removed your amulet of protection, and you’re still alive! Funny little you!”
She turned, her eyes so wounded, so hurt.
“I hate you so much!” she said, and then she turned away from me.
She took steps away hurriedly, and then she stopped and turned toward the veranda, but not to me. Her eyes were fixed on the stunned face of her mother, who was standing and staring at her.
“Did you sleep with him?” she asked tremulously, and Maame Ntiriwaa shook her head vigorously.
“No, no, my dearest,” she said in a trembling voice. “I didn’t. Even if I did, it is your father I love, always will love…no man can replace him in my heart.”
“He said…he sa-said y-you did!” she said quaveringly.
“I lied, you stupid girl!” I said with a forced laugh. “You thought you were special, but I lied to bring you down!”
“You fool!” she shouted at me, spitefully, hatefully, angrily. “You stupid fool!”
“You’re the one running around the bushes barefoot because some old drunk told you your mother is a flesh-eating witch! Between you and I, you’re the biggest fool on earth! Some princess!”
She screamed shrilly then, almost stomping her feet, and at that moment she was no longer a haughty, pompous woman…but an angry little girl!
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!” she shouted. “I hope you die, you ugly old man! Goodbye, mother!”
And then she went running down the path, a beautiful temptress in black.
Maame Ntiriwaa came to stand beside me, and she put an arm around my waist, and on her face was the most radiant smile I had ever seen, filled with indescribable happiness!
“She called me mother, Yao!” she whispered shakily. “Oh, my daughter called me mother! Thank you, Yao, oh thank you, thank you!”
I just nodded.
I was shocked at the sudden pain I felt inside. In a way I knew I had pulled away some of the wool from that girl’s eyes, but in the process, maybe in bringing her a step closer to her mother, I had also been cruel to her, very cruel and heartless.
And the result of that might be a powerful hatred lodged permanently in that girl’s heart.
The thought that Abena Adobea might hate me forever brought an unexpected hard ball of pain to my heart.
To Be Continued…[insert-comment-form]
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