Love Hates…
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
LOVE HATES
A CHRISEFFE BLISS
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EPISODE 8
[wp_ad_camp_1]Effe’s heart thudded, and she almost died with relief when she saw that what came out of the barrel of the rebel’s rifle was not a hail of bullets, but a strong metallic net with weighted tips that settled on Chris Bawa, covering his body.
Chris struggled wildly, but another one was shot at him by another masked man standing directly behind him. The nets were like straitjackets that bound him, becoming tighter as he struggled!
He managed to hurl himself into the air and smashed into Tareq, though, bringing both of them crashing to the ground. The armed people fell on Chris, hitting him severely with the butts of the rifles and with clubs, and eventually pushed him off Tareq.
“Leave him alone, you bastards!” Effe screamed over and over with great fear and with tears in her eyes to see such brutality being meted out to Chris Bawa.
Tareq was helped to his feet, and then he looked down at the battered Chris with satisfied eyes.
“You should not have joked with me, buddy!” he hissed furiously. “I always get even! I want you to see something!”
He then barked out an order, and some of the men held up Chris Bawa.
Tareq spoke again, and the doors of a sleek, black car parked on the side of the road was opened, and two men in black dragged out a struggling figure from the backseat of the car.
It was Fatima!
She was wearing only a pair of black shorts, and she was tied and gagged! Her face was swollen badly with one eye almost shut completely from a very severe beating!
“You beast!” Chris Bawa screamed and struggled, but the nets had effectively incapacitated him.
“Hush, hush!” Tareq said with a bitter smile. “You did this to her! You made her a whore, and a whore she will remain! But she will not be alone, no sir! Your girl will also be a whore, to teach you a fucking lesson never to mess with Tareq ever again!”
He took a step forward and crashed his foot into Chris’ face, sending him crashing to the street again.
The huge, brute of a man with the scarred face walked forward and took hold of Effe, dragging her to her feet. Effe screamed and struggled with sudden fear, and the man hit her across the face.
Wailer shouted and tried to get to his feet, but more men rushed at him and pointed guns to their heads! The scarred man pushed Effe to two men, who caught her and pinned her hands behind her back, and then she was handcuffed!
They pushed a gag into her mouth, tied it in place, and then a black hood was slipped over her head.
She could not see anything again as she felt her ankles being tied tightly with a rope. She began to tremble with horror and tears filled her eyes. Effe had never known such raw terror in her life! She knew this could be the end of her!
She might never see her family again, or see Steve again!
Effe wept bitterly as she felt herself being lifted, and then a moment later she was thrown harshly down. She heard car engines starting up, and soon she was only filled with the rough shaking as the car taking her away to an unknown and a dark future went along!
***
Effe lost track of time and distance.
It was a non-stop cacophony of an unending journey.
The road had been smooth at first, but soon they came to a bumpy portion that lasted for a long time, and she felt she was being taken very far away from the civilized world.
It was simply the most horrifying and terrible time of her life, and she knew this was not a part of the world that she would ever be able to venture into again if luck smiled on her and she came out of this alive.
The handcuffs and chords were horrible, and her agonized pain was made worse with the gag and the hood over her head.
It came to a point when she thought she would simply go mad if the car did not stop soon.
There was a most frantic moment when her bladder was so full that she became worried she might not be able to hold on, and then thankfully the movements finally stopped.
She could hear men’s voices raised, and then the tailgate of the truck was let down and she heard footsteps near her head. A moment later, she felt rough hands on her, and she moaned behind the gag as she was lifted up roughly and then other hands reached for her.
They spoke rapid Arabic as she was led down what felt like a sandy stretch, and then she was descending down a long flight of stairs. Finally, she heard the creaking of metal and then she was shoved forward roughly.
She fell on a cold floor, and the handcuffs were removed from her wrists. They cut the ropes binding her feet. There were more voices, and finally they removed the hood and the gag.
Effe gasped for air and coughed for a while before raising her head slowly.
She was in a huge tent with a wooden floor.
Hanging from the ceiling were harsh naked bulbs, and she could hear the racket of a generator somewhere outside.
She was not alone in the hall, though. She saw a lot of people, both men and women and even little children as young as ten years. Almost all of them were naked and sitting on the floor, tied hands and feet, sitting back to back.
Their faces were filled with the dulled shock they obviously were in. Almost all of them were black West Africans, and Effe was filled with a fresh bout of horror.
This was what she had heard in the news!
Black Africans being sold as sex slaves and murdered for their organs in Libya!
There were reddish wet patches on the floor, like fresh blood, and this made her more scared than she had ever been in her life.
All around the hall were armed men and women. Two women were now standing over Effe and looking down severely at her.
One of them, a thin, hard-faced woman with an almost bald head, spoke rapidly to her in Arabic.
“I don’t understand!” Effe said. “I can’t speak Arabic!”
The woman’s face contorted with blind fury, and she suddenly bent down and slapped Effe hard across the face. It was a hard, painful slap that rocked her head and made her gasp with pain.
She looked up fiercely with her cheek smarting and glared at the cruel woman.
“I don’t understand, you witch!” she yelled with terror.
The woman drew back her hand again, but a voice spoke from behind Effe in cold Arabic, and the woman paused and glanced at the speaker. The voice was familiar, and Effe turned her head slowly.
It was Fatima.
She was sitting against the tent wall at the far end. She was still wearing only the pair of black shorts, and her hands were tied behind her. Her severely-swollen face made Effe wince with great pity.
“That whore wants to know if you wanna pee,” Fatima said weakly to Effe. “Or use the washroom. You better go, or they would let you shit on yourself and beat you for it later.”
Effe nodded and looked at the witch.
“Yes, I would like to use the washroom!” she said.
Fatima translated for her and then she looked calmly at Effe.
“Be careful,” Fatima said softly. “The place is not what you’re used to, but it would have to do.”
Effe nodded her gratitude.
The other woman dragged Effe to her feet. They pushed her toward a screened off area of the huge tent and pulled the flap to one side. There was a single cistern, and the floor was smeared with urine and drops of excreta.
It was not something Effe had ever seen before, nothing so nauseous and disgusting as this, and stinking to the high heavens. She was unable to control herself, and she turned away and vomited on the floor, right on the foot of the vicious woman, who screamed and raised her fist as if to hammer Effe.
There was a sharp retort from behind, and the woman swivelled around with a maddened cry. The huge, scarred man had come into the tent, and with him was Tareq.
The brute of a man strode forward and slapped the thin woman, speaking angrily to her. The woman screeched and held her cheek as she fled from the huge man.
“Ah,” Tareq said as he looked at Effe. “Sorry about our filthy facilities, lady. Symbol of mass overuse. You will come with me now and I’ll give you a better place to attend to the needs of your bladder and bowels.”
“No, thank you!” Effe said quickly, wiping her mouth. “I’ll stay here!”
Tareq raised his eyebrows sardonically.
“Really?”
“Yes, please.”
“Alright then,” he said with a chuckle. “By all means, do stay. Our new clients need some organs quickly, though, so we’ll just do our harvesting quickly and be on our way.”
Startled, Effe looked at him.
“Wh-what a-are talking about?” she asked in a horrified voice.
She saw that there were three men in doctor tunics who had come into the tent. Another woman, European, was holding a small metal chest. In the middle of the room, where Effe had seen the reddish patch, a stout piece of wooden ledge had been put. There was also a plastic medical bench, mobile medical equipment, and a stout medical cutting saw with a long cable fed into some electrical sockets.
As Effe watched, horrified, all the prisoners began to cry and moan horrifically, but none of them shouted. They were praying frantically in a horrendous cacophony of English, French, Portuguese and other indigenous languages Effe did not understand.
They were weeping in a tragic, heart-wrenching manner…men, women and children who had been exposed to raw horror and knew what was coming, and their souls were in absolute tatters!
“What’s going on here?” Effe asked in an unsteady voice.
“Ah, nothing much, my little sweetheart,” Tareq said. “Just a little heart, kidneys and lungs harvest. Quite a lucrative piece of business, my dear. You probable heard it on television, hm? We kidnap you dirty unbelievers, kill you for your organs and sell some into slavery! Quite a profitable low-risk venture, huh? You’ll probably end up this way too after we’ve taken our pleasures on your sweet body, habibati.”
Effe quailed inside.
This was a horror she had never dreamt of ever being close to! Her blood ran cold, and for a moment she felt so dizzy that she almost crashed to the wooden floor.
Ominously, the medical personal had clear rubber coats over their white tunics. Suddenly, a sort of huge tarpaulin was lowered from the ceiling, separating the prisoners from the medical staff.
The captured people were now jabbering wildly and making heart-breaking sounds, and then a couple of the armed men went behind the tarpaulin.
There were screams of horrified terror, and then a wizened man was dragged to the centre. The man was screaming in French, his face shattered with horror, his tears falling in horrendous streams.
“What are you people doing?” Effe wept bitterly as the man was lifted and thrown down on the bench with his head on the wooden plank.
The scarred giant stepped forward with a broad-bladed machete in his hand, smiling in a sadistic way as he raised the weapon.
Effe screamed with absolute fear as the machete began to descend on the neck of the captured man, and then she consequently turned and fled blindly toward the entrance.
Tareq laughed uproariously at her horror. She heard an appreciating roar and loud bellows from the soldiers behind her as they witnessed the brutal inhumane murder, and despite her horror she chanced a look back, and saw that the scarred man had indeed beheaded the black man!
The severed head was lying on the floor and blood geysered out of the neck!
Effe’s sight became dark, and she collapsed on the floor!
***
Effe opened her eyes slowly, and then she gasped with real horror and began to struggle fiercely.
She was lying spread-eagled on a gigantic bed with red clean sheets and little heart-shaped white designs. The whole ceiling was a huge mirror so that she saw herself on the bed.
They had dressed her in white stockings, garter, and white brassiere that had vertical open spaces, making her beautiful nipples stick out.
She was wearing sheer white panties. On her head was a blond wig, and her face was heavily but beautifully made up with foundation and lovely red lipstick. Her hands and legs were spread and secured with leather straps to the bed.
She saw in the mirror that Fatima was also tied on the bed too with the crown of her head touching Effe’s. She was dressed in red stockings, bra and an auburn hair.
“Stop struggling!” Fatima said sharply. “If you struggle you will only goad them to rough you up! Let them come in, and just try to think of nice things as they take their beastly pleasure on you. Both of them don’t last long.”
Tears came to Effe’s eyes and trickled down the sides of her eyes.
“What are you talking about?” she asked weakly. “Take their pleasure?”
Fatima snorted, and she looked at Effe through the mirror above them.
“Maybe I didn’t want to use rape, obviously,” she said calmly. “Tareq and that big brute, Khalid. I was picked up in the morning when leaving the Guest House. They brought me here and tied me up with another woman. We were raped simultaneously by those two evil men!”
“Oh, my Lord!” Effe whispered, dejected and horrified. “I can’t do this! Oh, Lord help me! This is not the way I envisaged my first time!”
“Stop struggling!” Fatima said sharply. “It only excites them. They would be in any moment from now!”
Finally, Effe forced herself to quieten down a little as she sent up a desperate prayer for divine help.
Oh, how had fate conspired with ill luck to land her in this horror?
It had just been a simple plan probably on paper; a quick trip to Libya to do business, then a fast return to Ghana to her ordered life, to her family, friends and the man she was going to marry!
As a result of what had now happened, all that seemed so far away now!
This was a horror she would not have envisaged in a million years.
Because this was straight out of a nightmare, and she wondered if Chris would even try to find help for her! Consequently, how was she going to be found in this complex quagmire of civil unrest and political tension in this country? How had she landed here, in the arms of a berserk man who harvested human organs for sale?
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“You’ve never been with a man before?” Fatima asked gravely, and Effe nodded with tears running down her face.
“Always been a dream of mine to save myself for my great love, for my wedding night!” she said in a horrified voice as her tears fell unchecked and unheeded. “Look at what has happened to me now in contrast!”
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