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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

DARK LIGHT

A ChrisEffe Bliss

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EPISODE 22

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The fury blasted through Chris Bawa like a savage beast blasting out of a caged entrapment!

Why was the lady screaming in that horrendous fashion?

Had he made the wrong assumptions about the number of attackers in the house? Had some of them sneaked into the house when he was occupied with George and the other bastard?

Were they hurting Effe?

If they had hurt her, he would take the war to their doorstep and make sure every single one of those bastards paid a special deadly price!

 

He set the Uzi to full automatic fire and raced through the halls of the cabin.

Effe’s screams ripped out again and again, each one tearing through Chris Eden Bawa in a way that shocked him to his very depths!

Since when did her welfare begin to mean so much to him?

Who was this beautiful woman whose very aura threatened to tear down metal walls he had carefully and willingly erected around him?

He lunged at the door with his right foot raised. He crashed the door open and rolled on his shoulders as he covered the room with the Uzi submachine gun, seeking the presence of enemies.

 

“Eden!” Effe shouted, and her voice was filled with terror. “Is that you? Answer me, Eden, please? Is that you…or Uncle Tim? Eden, stop him, please! Don’t let him do this to me, please, oh please, please, please!”

She was almost insane with the terror tearing her apart!

But she was alone in the room, no enemies. Breathing hard with relief, Chris set the Uzi off and ejected the magazine. He dropped it carefully on a low table and then walked up to the bed.

He was appalled at the sheer terror he saw on Effe’s face.

It was devoid of her beauty and sweetness. This was the face of a child ravaged by her deepest nightmare. She had been separated from sane thoughts and was being ravaged by memories of the impure attacks that had never left her psyche.

 

Thunder boomed again, and lightning ripped across the sky, and once again she screamed with terror, tossing her head from side to side.

It dawned on him then; she was terrified of the rainstorm!

Somehow, it had rekindled the horrors of her experience with that sick uncle.

He leaned forward, his face over hers, and then he touched her face.

“Shh, it is alright, Effe, it is alright!”

 

Her face trembled as she shook her head, but he went on speaking soothingly and calmly to her as his thumb caressed her cheek. Her mouth was opened for another scream, but he drew the back of his hand gently down her face and lips to her chin.

“Effe, you’re okay, I’m here,” he whispered tightly. “I will not let anybody harm you.”

“Eden?” she gasped hoarsely.

“I’m here, Effe.”

He saw the hope on her face, and then her horror slowly subsided. Her lips trembled badly.

“He…raped me…during a storm!” she whispered fiercely. “Uncle Ti-Tim! He dr-dragged me t-t-to th-the win-win-window…the-the-there wa-wa-was a sto-storm! And he…he…”

 

“Shh, Effe, I understand,” Chris said gently. “Your worst nightmare happened on a stormy night, so storms trigger your nightmares. But you made it, girl, you made it. You don’t have to be afraid of storms anymore, Effe. You don’t have to be afraid of that beast either, because he was just a coward.”

Her mouth opened wide, her nostrils flared, and then she burst into deep, racking tears. He made to draw back, and she felt it and spoke in a terrified screech.

“Don’t leave me, Eden, don’t leave me, please!”

“I’m not leaving you, Effe,” he said gently. “I’m just taking you to my room.”

He lifted her, and she pressed her face to his chest, feeling the coldness of his skin and the slickness of his chest hairs on her cheek.

 

“Stop crying, Effe,” he said gently. “I’m here. You’re okay.”

“You make me feel safe, Eden,” she said tremulously.

“Now don’t start your nonsense again,” he said, but in a very gentle voice, and he smiled when she giggled softly, like a little girl.

He carried her through the halls into his huge bedroom and put her gently down on the huge bed.

“Eden?” she said in alarm when she felt him moving away.

“I’m here, Effe,” he said gently. “I was out in the rain, and I’m all wet. Dezzy is wet too. I’ll attend to him and be with you, okay? We’re right here in the room with you.”

“Okay,” she said, her voice small and trusting, like a little girl’s, and he felt his fury kindled up against that beast called Tim Kedem who had done such a heinous evil to this vulnerable woman.

 

“Come here, Dog,” he said briskly as he pulled out a towel from the lower drawer of the big wardrobe in the room.

“Stop calling him Dog,” Effe said, and the dog whimpered as if he agreed with her.

“Both of you can go to hell,” Chris said with a little smile, and again he felt tremendous relief when he heard Effe’s little giggle.

He squatted and used the towel to dry the dog briskly.

“You did well,” he said with pride, and the dog wagged his heavy tail with pleasure. When the dog was dry enough, he padded to his bed in the corner of the room and stretched out with a contented snickering sound.

 

Chris walked to the bank of monitors and pressed a series of switches beneath them, setting all security protocols to CRUCIAL.

He slipped out of the wet boxers and headed for the bathroom.

“Aren’t you done?” Effe asked, her voice unsteady as a bad thunder slammed into the sky, making her wince and moan.

“I’m wet, Effe,” he said gently. “Just taking a shower.”

“No, please, don’t leave me,” she cried, alarmed instantly.

He sighed.

“Alright, I’ll just dry myself off.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

 

He took a clean towel and wiped himself dry, and then he climbed onto the bed beside her. He put an arm under her shoulder and drew her near so that her face rested on his chest.

“I’m sorry for bothering you so much, Eden,” she whispered faintly. “I’ve tried so much to control this…but, always…”

“It is not a bother, Effe,” he said gently. “If I had known, I would not have left you alone in the ward.”

“Thank you,” she murmured. “This is more comfortable, Eden.”

He did not say anything because he was greatly affected.

 

She was so beautiful and innocent, a woman who had been on the blunt side of life, going through a horrific experience that no woman should go through. And then, the only man she had ever trusted enough to share her life, bed, and body with had just trodden on her heart, goaded by only greed.

A bastard called Steve!

One of Wailer’s greedy cohorts, no doubt.

And here she was, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, lying in a bed he had occupied alone for more than five years. How cruel Fate was sometimes!

How long had he known her, just over a couple of weeks?

“I’m lying on your left side, right?” she whispered.

 

“Yes,” he said with a smile. “You have good perspectives.”

“Perspectives nothing,” she said with a giggle. “I knew because my face is pressed to your skin, but I can’t feel anything on my nipple, meaning my right nipple is not crushing against your side.”

He chuckled.

“Oh, talkative and a detective too,” he said.

“Eden?”

“Don’t ask me to touch your nipple, Effe,” he said gently.

 

“Oh, you evil mind! Who do you think you are? Do you know the number of men who were dying to touch my nipple?” she said with a giggle. “Out of the excesses of the heart, speech is formed. You want to touch my nipple, don’t you? Admit it, Eden! You so much want to touch it again, and you wish I’ll ask you to.”

He did not say anything because he felt the desire hitting him with the fierceness of a striking mamba. For close to eight years he had been dead to all feelings and thought he hated all women.

He had seen some and been close to some, but he had always been the disinterested observer or participant in the brief sexual escapes he had indulged in!

And now this incredible woman had come into his life, as stubborn as the stain of life, making him feel emotions he thought were dead in him.

 

He sighed heavily as he gently eased her on her back, and then his huge left hand gently crept into the fluffy gown she was wearing and covered her pointed, beautiful right breast.

She giggled sweetly.

“I knew you wanted to do that,” she whispered.

The nipple was soft under his touch, but when he moved his thumb slowly across it a couple of times, the tiny bumps stood up on her aureole, and slowly her nipple became aroused and hard.

“Do you feel that?” he asked softly.

She smiled warmly in the darkness.

 

“I’ve never felt a sweeter sensation ever in my life, Eden,” she whispered. “And I’m not afraid of you. Why? Whenever it gets to this stage with Steve, I feel such excruciating pain.”

“You don’t feel that now because of your condition, Effe.”

“No, that can’t be true, Eden,” she whispered. “Whenever there was a storm, it triggered this great pain in me, this severe headache! I felt that headache tonight when the storm began. Usually, I take medication for them. I had a severe headache when you lifted me up. But now, with the storm still raging, and me lying in your bed, I don’t feel the headache. I just feel the sweetness of your hand on my nipple. Why, Eden, why?”

“Because of your condition, Effe,” the man said. “I keep telling you.”

“And I keep telling you that cannot be true!” she insisted. “Even though I am paralysed, I felt the pain of Steve’s betrayal so strongly. But, now, with you here, it feels like a distant memory! It is your effect, Eden. My darkness illuminated by your light.”

 

“Your Dark Light theory, my dear lady, is crap,” he said, and she giggled.

He looked troubled though, appalled that he found it pleasurable that she responded to his touch.

He stopped caressing her nipple, and a few minutes later, she fell asleep. Gently, he covered her with the top cover, and then he got out of bed and stood looking down at her in the darkness.

“You’re trouble, Effe,” he whispered to himself. “Please, don’t do this to me.”

He walked into the shower and took a long, cold bath.

When he came back to the bed, he lay next to her and looked down at her. He could not see her very well in the darkness, but he saw enough to make him think she was just like an angel.

 

Sleeping beauty, of a really personal edition!

Almost unconsciously, he draped his left leg across her thighs and gently touched her breast again, feeling how soft and creaming it was.

“Too known,” she whispered in the darkness and giggled.

Chris laughed softly.

“And an actress too,” he said softly. “Thought you were asleep.”

“You find me attractive and desirable, and yet you pretend I do not affect you,” she said teasingly.

“You don’t affect me, Effe Kedem,” replied. “I do not find you desirable in any way?”

“Really?” she asked softly.

 

“Really,” he replied.

“Not even a tiny, weeny, bitty, bit desirable enough to arouse you?” she asked with a chuckle.

“No, Effe, never,” he replied. “You can never make me desire you, so stop that, please.”

“If that is the case, what the hell is digging into my hip, Mr Eden?” she asked in a small little-girl voice, and as he gasped with a sudden shock, she suddenly reached down with her right left hand and pushed his erection off her hip.

And as Eden lay there, stunned, the woman began to laugh softly, and then it turned to great tears of wonder, delight and relief.

 

She cried, but she was crying because she was happy!

She raised her left hand again and touched his face, for the very first time.

“I can move my left hand now, Eden, and felt your lying pole digging in my left hip!” Effe whispered in a trembling voice filled with wonder. “Oh, Eden!”

He could not utter a word.

 

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