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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

DARK LIGHT

A ChrisEffe Bliss

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EPISODE 14

 

Effe Kedem felt great fear and a crushing weight of helplessness.

That her family had been able to leave her with a total stranger – some man who lived deep in the forest – was something her mind could not come to grips with. She conceded that her imminent death might have caused all of them to freak out, especially her parents, but that should not have necessitated such a drastic decision.

Yes, Effe had been estranged from them, and seeing her in that debilitating situation might have forced them to grasp at straws in a vain attempt to keep her alive, but leaving her all alone with a stranger was a bit too drastic.

She gave her parents that benefit of the doubt.

But Eyram?

They were twins and had that uncanny feeling twins so often had. Secondly, Eyram was a nurse! So how on earth had she allowed the situation to get this far and out of hand?

From the onset of the journey into the forest, Effe had felt so helpless!

She had wanted to scream, to make a tiny movement to show them that she was already dead and they should keep her with them. She did not want to die in some forest with a total stranger, some creepy forest man who probably dabbled in the occults.

But her whole body was dead except her hearing!

And so, she lay immobile after they put her on the wooden platform. And then, after what seemed like ages, she had heard the low throbbing of an engine of sorts.

Effe had heard him – whoever he was – moving around her. He had obviously checked her for a moment, but she had absolutely no sense of touch so she felt nothing.

Eventually, she felt the sensation of being lifted, the throbbing engine getting nearer, and then there was the sensation of fast movement and the deeper throbbing of an outboard motor.

Effe had started crying then!

She felt so lost, so devastated, so abused, so sad!

And, above all, she was terrified!

What kind of destiny was this?

What had she done to deserve such cruel and painful attacks from life?

All her life she had tried to be good and be at peace with humanity. Why then was she always facing such bitter happenings? Why did she keep meeting evil and wicked people who took her feelings for granted?

Oh, Lord, why?

And now, finally, here she was!

Absolutely weak and defenceless in the company of some bushman she did not know, could not see, and who could be worse than her worst nightmares!

This man could be a pervert who would maul and drive her insane!

Why on earth had they even dared do this?

Eyram!

Why had her sister allowed this atrocity to take place? Was she out of her senses?

Effe’s silent tears fell harder.

She had never felt so lost, not even when she had heard Steve’s horrible betrayal.

***

It took a long time but, eventually, the annoying sound of the outboard motor died down, and she had the sensation of being lifted again and moved along. She could hear him breathing above her, and then she heard the creaking of a door.

The sound of a dog’s excited barking met them. Eventually, she was lowered gently. She heard a door being opened and the loud barks of the dog came again and she deduced that the dog might be really huge to have such deep barks.

If she had been able to see, she would have seen that the room was quite big, comfortable and neat, and was rigged almost like a hospital ward with four other beds, various medical equipment, and an adjoining bathroom.

The strange man in the room pulled off a mask from his head. The mask depicted a very bearded face with a wild growth of dreadlocks, but when it came off, the real face of the man was quite incredible.

He was an incredibly handsome man with features carved with finesse and symmetrically arranged. His eyebrows and eyelashes were thick, almost feminine, and added to the overall aura of that face.

His lips were sensuous and full, and he had a hint of dimples in his cheeks as he looked down at the hideously disfigured woman on the bed.

He was a huge man, easily over six feet and had a well-toned body. He could have passed for a sleek Greek god on any day. And he was that good-looking, a rare expression of manhood honed down to the finest edge by a master craftsman.

He stared at the sick woman for a long time, and then he sighed and moved to one of the windows. He pulled the curtains to one side and stood looking across the wonderful view offered by the garden beyond.

His hair was black, thick and overgrown because he had not had a haircut for a long time. He rubbed a hand across his face, sighed heavily again, and then approached a table at the far end of the room. He opened a drawer and took out syringes and little cylindrical lab test tubes and beakers.

The man approached Effe and sat down on a chair beside her. He then tied her arm with a rubber string to make her veins stand out. He patted her arm, swabbed it, and proceeded to take several blood samples which he placed in a clean shiny lab pan.

Later, he left the room and went down a corridor with a huge, black Saint Bernard dog following excitedly behind him. He entered a room near the ward. This room was fitted with various lab equipment. Quietly, he began his lab tests.

The sound of a power-generating plant could be heard faintly in the background as he worked.

After a while, he left the ward and wandered into a neat kitchen where he opened two cans of dog food and upended them in a pan for the dog.

Later, he went to the back garden for some vegetables and returned to the kitchen to prepare some soup.

When the soup was almost done, he went back to the garden and wandered deeper until he came to a greenhouse where several herbal plants were carefully cultured in a wide expanse.

He moved through them with a little sack and small knife, selecting herbs carefully and cutting them.

He went back to the lab and began preparing medicinal cultures, both herbal and orthodox and then he finally sat behind a laptop and assessed some files.

***

Effe waited for a long time and began to feel the beginnings of great hunger. After what seemed like an eternity later, she heard the door opening and footsteps approached the bed.

The man was now wearing jeans and a white singlet as he came in with a bucket of warm water, a foamy sponge and a new fluffy towel.

And then he spoke to her for the very first time.

His voice was pleasantly deep and masculine, soothing and yet firm, his words cultured and instantly dispelling her notions that he was a dirty, demonic, illiterate man in the forest.

His words were modulated, his accent incredibly beautiful as he spoke in English.

“I know you can hear me,” he said calmly. “You’re almost dead. The initial medication will be hard and bitter, but you must know that if you stand any chance of survival, any chance at all, you will take anything I give you quickly and without delay.”

He then proceeded to take off Effe’s clothes, turning her gently and professionally. He cleaned her thoroughly with the sponge and water, and then he dried her.

Then he slipped adult diapers on her before putting an open-back gown on her, turning her around gently and tying the strips.

“I’m giving you medication before feeding you,” he said in his calm voice again. “This medicine is a bitter herbal extract. You have to take every little bit of it.”

And indeed, when he scooped some into her mouth, it was bitter.

Effe had never tasted anything so bitter in her life.

If she could, she would have slapped him very hard for putting that stuff in her mouth. He scooped it from a little metal cup with a small spoon. It was a thick mixture that filled her very soul, making it almost impossible to swallow, and she spat the first blast out violently and gasped for breath.

The man patiently used sanitized tissues to clean the medicine from her face and lips, and when he spoke again his voice was extremely cold.

“Don’t fuck with me, girl. If you spit it out again, I’ll send you back, and you will be dead by morning.”

Once again the spoon pressed against her lips, and she opened up and accepted the bitterest potion in the world.

She felt the bitingly awful and bitter taste of the drug in her mouth, and she swallowed it in a gulp. The vomit rose up in her throat and she gagged horribly.

“I meant what I said,” he said coldly. “Don’t dare waste it again.”

You wicked man, she screamed in her head, but she fought against the urge to vomit.

She breathed hard but kept the medicine down finally.

He scooped more into her mouth and she gulped it down as tears of agony fell down the sides of her face. It never seemed to end, but finally, he spoke again.

“That’s the final one,” he said calmly. “I’ll give you some soup in a while. You’ll take more of the medicine in an hour.”

Effe Kedem felt like kicking out at him and scratching out his eyes, but she was immobile. She just lay there helplessly.

The man then fixed two intravenous feeds on her, one in each arm, and adjusted the feeds for quick flow.

He injected her with four ampoules of different extracts.

He then sat next to her and scooped the soup into her mouth.

Effe did not know whether it was the fact that she had not eaten for a long time, or whether the bitter medicine had opened her taste buds, but the soup was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

She lapped it up greedily and licked her lips. She expected more and felt like biting him when he told her calmly that it was enough.

“I’ll give you a little more when you take your medication in an hour’s time.”

He put the used items in a trolley and she heard it being wheeled away.

What’s your name?

Who are you?

She wanted to ask, but she could not.

She heard the door opening and closing.

Thankfully, she slipped into sleep just around then.

***

The medicine was hard to take, but Effe did not mind when she realized Wailer’s deadline had lapsed, and she was still alive.

Whatever the strange man had been giving her had worked.

It gave her the emotional boost that made her a docile patient, taking everything he gave her.

And, on the eighth day of being his patient, after she had fallen asleep, she came awake to a very nauseating scent in the room that made her gag with horror.

“What is that?” she asked in a disgusted voice as she heard him moving around. “Don’t tell me you’re going to give me whatever that is!”

And his cold voice came above her, filled with disdain.

“I don’t make it a habit of feeding my patients with their own excreta.”

Effe gasped with horror and shock.

“What?” she whispered. “My….what?”

“Your shit,” he answered.

Effe lay in a stupor-like trance, barely able to accept what was happening. Slowly, it dawned on her.

“You’re…you’re cleaning me up?” she asked with horror. “Oh, God, oh no!”

“Removing your adult diaper,” he said noncommittally.

“Stop that this instant! What’s the matter with you?” Effe screamed, and then suddenly the heaviest of blows dawned on her!

She was speaking!

She had smelt that awful scent!

And she was still hearing!

“Oh, my God!” she whispered, stunned. “Oh, my God! I can…smell! I can speak again! Oh…oh…oh, thank you! Thank you, sir!”

And then she broke down completely and began to weep.

She could not help it. The overwhelming feeling of sudden bliss crushed her soul, the realization that she was still alive, still breathing, and now able to hear, smell and speak was too much for her.

Her life had been taken away from her, and every little thing she had taken for granted had been ripped out of her life. She had expected the cold icy fingers of death in the most horrific fashion.

But, in the twinkle of an eye, although she was far from well, the shadow of death had taken a step from her, and now she could breathe and hope.

Hope had replaced despair, hopelessness, helplessness and absolute horror.

And so, Effe wept as she had never wept before.

She was alive…and she had another shot at life!

That, in itself, was more than all the riches in the world.

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