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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

DARK LIGHT

A ChrisEffe Bliss

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EPISODE 10

 

Effe prayed for death!

Could human beings be this wicked and callous?

How could she have been so fooled by a man she had fallen in love with so completely?

Could this be the same Steve Hollison?

The thoughts were incessant, blasting through Effe’s mind as she lay in such absolute immobility, where time itself was torture that threatened to drive her crazy.

 

How could she have been so stupid to allow Steve access to every facet of her life? She had not kept anything from him because of the love she had for him. He virtually owned every little thing that belonged to her!

And Elaine Boateng, another traitorous devil!

A girl Steve had lied about, claiming Elaine was an orphan!

Daughter of Steve’s older brother who had died in an accident with his wife, leaving Elaine, their only daughter, to struggle through the rigours of life. And of course, because Effe loved Steve, she had willingly offered her home to the orphan girl and given her employment in her company.

 

But, all along, it had just been a pack of lies!

They had been in cahoots with each other, a coldly fabricated lie that had split Effe open to the evil machinations of these two! And all along, Steve had been plotting behind her, making love to Elaine in her own house!

Effe lay in a state of horror that increased as the hours counted down. She felt ravenously hungry, and she was quite sure she might have urinated on herself without being aware of it.

 

Steve, in the past, had gone to the kitchen several times to cook for her, and lovingly coerced her to eat a little food sometimes when she said she was not hungry. Was this the same Steve who had brought her delicious trays of breakfast in bed? And now, he had abandoned her in a room to go ravenously hungry and thirsty!

Suddenly, Effe heard voices and footsteps coming nearer!

She felt real terror then!

Had that man finally appeared?

The man Steve had referred to as Wailer? The man with death in his hands?

 

She wailed and gnashed her teeth in her world of darkness, and wondered if this was how she was going to die! Oh, if only she had known, she would have made a different choice and been with her family!

Now the voices were closer and a moment later she heard the door opening, and then a male voice she had never heard before spoke. It was a deep voice, soft and pleasant and filled with instant disgust.

“Come on, Stevo, what the fuck is this?”

“What are you bitching about, Wailer?” Steve asked, and his voice was filled with a little bit of unease.

 

“The woman!” Wailer said indignantly. “She’s lying in her own pee, dammit! You know better than this, bro! She should die in nice surroundings, looking well-cared for and happy. This smacks of bloody neglect, and you know it can come back to bite you!”

“Hell, didn’t know she pissed on herself!” Steve said tautly. “We gotta clean her up!”

And Effe basically died inside!

Dearest Lord, how humiliating!

She was now descending into the depts of the abyss, to the lowest of the low! Oh, Lord! She prided herself so much in her privacy, in keeping herself to herself!

Was this stranger going to see her nakedness and even touch her?

 

“We have to send her upstairs,” Wailer said calmly. “I gather the master bedroom was hers, right?”

“Mine now!” Elaine cut in petulantly.

“Use your head, woman!” Wailer said harshly. “Her dead body should be found in familiar surroundings and in the best condition. Anything else would arouse suspicion. Stevo, go up with Elaine and make sure the master bedroom is tidy. Akwasi, Salifu and I will clean her up and bring her to the master bedroom.”

“Now look here, Wailer…” Elaine began indignantly.

 

“Shut the fuck up, Elaine!” Wailer said nastily. “Go get the room ready and no more of your silly tantrums! Akwasi, Salifu, come over. let’s get her cleaned up. And Stevo, bring me one of her nightgowns, a negligee, something sexy and sensual. Now go!”

Effe shuddered as tears fell down her swollen eyes!

Who was this man who seemed to be in control of the whole deceit?

Was this a syndicate with this Wailer as the main boss? Oh, Lord, what had she let herself into? And was Steve going to let these three unknown men undress her?

Effe did not hear Steve’s voice again, but the heavy breathing of the men in the room as they went about undressing and cleaning her up was a harsh reminder of how low she had fallen. Thankfully, Effe was completely paralysed and could not feel their hands on her.

 

Eventually, Steve came back with some undies and one of her night dresses.

Effe had the sensation of being lifted again as the directional compass changed in her mind. They puffed up the stairs and finally, she was lowered into her own bed.

“How far is she gone?” Wailer asked. “Complete nervous system breakdown?”

“Complete,” Steve replied. “She’s only breathing now. Nothing else is functioning.”

“Good,” Wailer said. “Hand me the equipment, Akwasi. Swab her arm, Salifu.”

 

Swab her arm!

Dear God, they were going to inject her!

If she could, Effe would have screamed her head off, but she was helpless and immobile! She could not even twitch. Only her hot tears fell down her cheeks as she began to pray fervently.

Wailer, tall and muscled with a great beard, was standing over Effe’s body as he put a hypodermic syringe into a strange-looking ampoule and drew the liquid into the syringe.

He carefully checked for bubbles and tapped on it a couple of times to get rid of extra bubbles. He leaned forward and grabbed Effe’s arm and then injected the deadly drug into her.

 

Wailer stepped back and gave the syringe to Salifu.

“That’s it,” Wailer said calmly. “It has started working, tearing out the remaining resistance. Maximum three days and she’ll be gone, no trace, no suspicions!”

“Meddlesome little twat!” Elaine hissed despicably. “Goodbye, Miss Prideful Haughty Kedem!”

***

It was exactly a quarter to midnight when the front gate bell chimed melodiously.

Elaine and Steve were in the jacuzzi, wrapped around each other inside a warm and sweetly-scented water. Steve was sitting in the trough, and Elaine was straddling him. She was moaning in ecstasy as she rode him hard, moving her waist like a piston. His fingers were tweaking her nipples as he raced towards his orgasm.

“Oh, yes, give it to me, Stevie!” Elaine moaned as she ground her core into him with fierce concentration. “Hit that pussy, warrior! Yes, yes, just like that! Tear it up, nigga! Tear up that pussy!”

 

Steve was growling like a wounded lion, and his facial expression was one of deep lust as he thrust upwards to meet her frenzied grinding.

“Shit, baby, I’m coming, damn, I’m coming, baby!” he groaned, his face a gargoyle-like rictus of passion.

And just as he screamed out his throes of extreme passion, the soft tones of the doorbell sounded. They barely heard it at first as Elaine put her hand down on her clit to rub herself when she felt him filling her with his spunk, as he writhed wildly within her.

 

“Shit, shit, shit, I’m in the zone, baby, I’m in the zone!” she moaned, rubbing herself harder, and then she wrapped both arms around his neck and rocked out her orgasm fiercely as the doorbell jingled again and again.

The bathroom door open with Effe lying on the gigantic bed, so all their passionate exertions came to her ears directly because of her heightened sense of hearing.

She was burning hot with the disease ravaging her, but she still heard Steve, the man she had grown to love with every fibre of her body, being unfaithful to her with a woman he had introduced as his niece.

And they were doing it right in her bathroom!

 

She had sold her soul to such a man, virtually made him the king of her world, and this was how he chose to repay her.

Oh, if only she could move for just two minutes, and see for just a minute, she would just go for her registered gun and shoot both of them dead!

Her pain was boundless.

She could feel the raw, searing agony tearing her heart out, and yet she could not move a single limb. Raw headache was smashing through her head, a never-ending headache that was as vicious as it was cruel, and even though she wished the floor would open up and simply swallow her, she also wished for strength, just a little strength, to look into Steve’s eyes one more time and let him know just how she felt about him.

 

So, with hot tears streaming down the sides of her twisted and misshapen face, listening to the sounds of their betrayal without being able to block it out, she heard the doorbell jingling, and she sighed with great relief.

Wailer and his murderous assistants had left the house, and Effe knew that whatever she had been injected with would kill her in three days. If only she could somehow find the strength to tell Eyram about the things that she had learnt and been through, she would not feel this desperate and this bitter about dying.

“Are you expecting company, darling?” Elaine asked breathlessly.

“No, hell no!” Steve said as he breathed hard. “Wondering if it is Wailer coming back again.”

“You better check it out,” Elaine murmured sleepily as she got off him, and his limp appendage slipped deliciously out of her.

 

Steve quickly stood up and slipped into the cleaning chamber of the jacuzzi. He took a towel and briskly rubbed his body down. The doorbell sounded in a never-ending cacophony that made him scowl with rage.

“I’m coming, you bastards!” he shouted angrily.

 He walked into the bedroom and moved to the far end of the bed where there were three small television screens fixed on the wall.

Steve flipped some buttons and then spoke harshly into the intercom.

“Damn it, who is it?”

 

“Steve, this is Eyram,” came the desperate voice of the woman Steve hated most in his life. “Open the gates. Let us in.”

And, lying on the bed, Effe’s tears fell harder when she heard the concerned voice of her sister over the intercom.

“Go to hell, you bitch!” Steve screamed. “I ain’t opening shit! Get away from here!”

And then a new voice came through the intercom, cold and yet calm.

“Mr Hollison, this is Chief Inspector of Police, Jonathan Afful. It will be in your best interest if you open this gate and let us in.”

 

“Do you have a warrant to enter my house?” Steve asked acidly.

“Listen, Mr Hollison…” Jonathan began.

“I asked if you have a bloody warrant, you dumb idiot!” Steve roared into the intercom with sheer fury. “Even if you have one, I can’t open the gates for you at bloody midnight! Go and come back in the morning, idiot!”

Elaine had come to stand beside Steve, and she was gesturing to him to cut the call, and Steve’s finger was stretched to cut the connection when a new voice spoke calmly with a foreign accent.

 

“Listen, you little punk! I know about Christie Somers and Naomi Dukakis, you fucking punk. We are just coming in to take Effe away, and it’ll be in your best interest to open this bloody gate and let us in. Otherwise, I’ll come back in the morning and fucking break down this whole bloody building if I have to. And after that, I’ll fuck you up so badly that even your fucking Momma wouldn’t recognize you for shit! Do you bloody understand me, punk?”

Steve and Elaine looked at each other with horror!

This stranger had furiously mentioned Christie and Naomi!

“Who are you?” Steve asked in a voice that had lost its earlier fury and haughtiness.

 

“Open the fucking gates!” Rupert screamed furiously.

“Let him in, Steve!” Elaine whispered fearfully. “Says he’s only coming to take the bitch away anyway! She’s already dead, you know.”

Steve sighed and quickly pressed buttons on the console that made the main gate slide open.

“Love, you have to go to your room,” he said hastily. “Remember you’re my niece. It wouldn’t do for them to find you here.”

“Oh, I understand,” Elaine said as she began to move sexily towards the door.

Steve sighed with relief and went to open the front door.

 

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