Love Hates…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

LOVE HATES

A CHRISEFFE BLISS

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EPISODE 10

 

The brutish giant, Khalid, came to stand beside Effe, and she saw to her horror that he had a monstrously gigantic appendage dangling between his legs!

He was so gigantic that even though he was evidently erected, his appendage was too heavy and long to lift off his body. It was almost at his knee level, and almost as huge as his calf!

He picked up a small bottle on a low table beside the bed, poured some of its contents into his hand, lifted his massive erection, and began to lubricate it with the oil.

Effe began to weep pitifully.

 

“Please, please!” she whispered with horror. “I beg you with God…please, don’t do this to me!”

He smiled at her, his face glazed with passion, and poured more oil on his penis horror.

“Sa’umaris aljins maeak!” he said in his deep voice and smiled lustfully at her.

“Fatima!” Effe cried with terror. “What did he say, Fatima?”

“Close your eyes, Effe!” Fatima said in a trembling voice. “Please!”

“What did he say?” Effe screamed, almost getting hysterical. “Please, tell me what he said!”

 

“I’m sorry, Effe,” Fatima said, and her voice trembled with unshed tears. “These bastards are brutes. Close your eyes and don’t open them…just imagine a nice place! I imagine being in the arms of my Chris, and it has worked for me so far!”

Tareq screamed at Fatima and loosed off a tirade in Arabic as he leaned over her. Fatima also replied viciously in Arabic and spat into his face. This incensed Tareq, and he slapped her hard across the face and then sank a blow into her belly.

“Leave her alone, you brute!” Effe screamed fiercely.

The giant put the bottle down, and Effe saw that his abnormal manhood was now very shiny and glittering from the oil.

“Sa’umaris aljins maeak!” he said with a horrible smile.

 

“He says he’s going to f**k you!” Tareq translated, and laughed insanely with obvious sick glee.

Khalid grabbed Effe’s hair and spoke viciously into her face, and then his huge paw descended on her breasts, tweaking her nipples rather painfully.

Effe screamed with the agony, and the brute smiled with pleasure.

He pushed Effe back on the bed, and she watched with horror as he climbed the bed and knelt between her legs.

Effe began to scream then!

She simply couldn’t help it!

 

The huge brute smiled and grabbed her knees in each hand, spreading her legs wider…

And then the whole building shook alarmingly at that very moment, and a second later there was the sound of a horrible explosion!

A moment later, the sound of another heavy explosion came to their ears!

Tareq, who was already inside Fatima and had began pumping his waist, looked up suddenly with apprehension, and a few minutes later they heard the sounds of rapid gunfire far away on the premises!

There were screams from outside and men shouting frantically. Suddenly, they heard the sounds of rapid gunfire from outside the room and the screams of men ending sharply with the heavy thuds of bodies hitting the floor.

 

Tareq and Khalid got off the bed quickly, and Effe noticed that the giant’s erection was dwindling now. A man was shouting just outside the door, and a moment later there were two shots, and the man gurgled, and then a body thudded to the ground.

The door was kicked open suddenly and then Chris Bawa walked in with a huge pistol in his right hand.

Khalid and Tareq looked at each other with absolute shock as Chris regarded them coldly with a grim expression on his face.

And Effe had never been so happy to see another human being than at that precise moment in time.

“Chrissy!” Fatima whispered, and then she burst into uncontrollable tears immediately.

Khalid screamed suddenly and rushed at Chris Bawa with his massive arms spread wide. Chris stood still and watched the giant bearing down at him. Khalid swung vicious blows and deadly uppercuts at Chris, who shifted his feet almost gently like a superior matador, avoiding the giant’s onslaught.

 

Chris Bawa stepped into Khalid’s guard and crashed the barrel of his gun into the bridge of the man’s nose.

Khalid yelped with pain and stumbled backward. Chris crashed the barrel of the gun viciously into the man’s nose again. This time the skin and bone shattered, and a thick ass of blood oozed from Khalid’s nose and lips.

The giant was looking at Chris with terror on his face now. He was bigger and muscular than Chris, but he was realizing quite too late what a beast Chris Bawa was.

Khalid looked around desperately for a weapon, and did not see Chris Bawa bearing down on him. Chris’ right foot encased in the metal-capped combat shoes swept up from the floor and smashed into the man’s balls with savage fury.

 

Khalid’s bellow of agony barely left his throat before Chris smashed the barrel into the man’s jaw, breaking it cleanly!

Khalid smashed to the floor like a rag, and his eyes were now orbs of sheer pain as he looked up at Chris with incomprehension.

Khalid had never lost a hand-to-hand fight with any man before, but here was a cold man who had treated him like a baby!

He spoke in fast Arabic to Chris, obviously begging for his life because he could see death on Chris’ face.

Chris Bawa raised his gun calmly and shot Khalid in the head.

Effe screamed with horror as the exiting bullet took a huge chunk of skull from the back of the giant’s head. Khalid thrashed on the ground, and then Chris shot him again through the heart.

 

Khalid exhaled, and became very still in death.

This was a cold Chris, a mean-eyed machine that had no human expression on his face, and then he turned his dark eyes on Tareq, who was petrified with fear as he took steps backward with his hands raised and his palms showing with total supplication.

“Chris, don’t do this, please,” Tareq said with sweat running down his face. “Please, please!”

Chris was walking forward slowly, his face filled with death. His right foot came off the floor, slamming into Tareq’s exposed groin, causing the man to wail with agony as he crashed to the floor on his knees and grabbed himself between the legs.

Chris Bawa smashed a fist into the man’s jaw, and the man crashed to the floor.

 

Chris, face savage, knelt on one knee and pressed the barrel of his gun to Tareq’s head.

“Nooo, please, please, please, pleeeeeaase!” the man groaned with terror, and just then another man came through the doorway.

“Stop it, Chris, dammit it, man!” the new man said. “Don’t kill that one! I need him alive!”

Effe’s stunned eyes opened wider with absolute shock.

The new man who had come in was Hamid!

He was the huge man who had tried to make Chris apologize to Effe inside the eatery and whom Chris had hit rather viciously!

 

It was the same man, and he was addressing Chris by name as if they were friends!

“Save me, Hamid, please, please save me!” Tareq screamed with horror as he watched Chris’ dark face. “He’s going to kill me! Please save me!”

Hamid came forward, and even Fatima was looking at the new man with absolute shock. The man pushed Chris Bawa to the side, and then he got hold of Tareq’s arm.

He twisted it cruelly behind him, and handcuffed him.

He dragged Tareq to his feet. Hamid then turned his head and saw the almost naked women, and he turned his face away sharply.

“Sorry, ladies!” Hamid said and began to march the whimpering, scared Tareq away.

 

“Wait, wait!” Effe cried, struggling against the leather holding her spread-eagled. “What is this? I saw Chris hitting you this morning and hurting you badly! What is the meaning of this?”

“That is Hamid!” Fatima said in a trembling voice. “He came to me a year ago, asking me to help him frame Tareq and arrest him. Hamid claimed to be the head of the Libyan Crime Agency…he…”

Her voice trailed off as she looked at Chris with sudden horror on her face.

Chris Bawa, grim-faced, took a knife and swiftly cut the leather cords binding Fatima’s hands, and then he turned away from them and walked toward the door.

 

“Chrissy?” Fatima called with great pain, and her voice was trembling with emotion. “Hamid came to see me, but I refused. Shortly afterwards you came into my life, Chris! Were you working with Hamid even then? Answer me, Chris! Is this why you came into my life? Have you been using me all this while, Chris? This Hamid ask you to befriend me because of Tare?”

Chris paused, and then he took a box of cigarettes from his pocket, stuck one between his teeth and lighted it up. He pulled on it, released a puff of smoke, and then he spoke without turning.

“Get dressed and come out, habibati,” he said calmly. “I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

He walked out of the door.

Hamid pushed Tareq toward the door.

 

“Wait, please!” Effe cried. “You and Chris? I don’t understand! He attacked you quite savagely this morning!”

Hamid nodded without looking at Effe.

“Some of Tareq’s men were in the eatery, and they recognized me,” Hamid said softly. “I’m a top Libyan law enforcer, and we’ve had intel about Tareq’s operation for a long time. He kidnaps West Africans and sells them for their body parts. Sometimes he sold them into prostitution or slavery.

We knew he would be striking against Chris on that stretch of the road, and we were ready, but some of his men recognized me inside the eatery. They would have pulled off the operation because they suspected I was working with Chris.

If Chris had not attacked me, they would have backed off. I sent Chris a message to attack me, and we were looking for a way to fight when you showed up, and we seized the opportunity.”

 

“But he actually hit you!” Effe cried with shock. “He hurt you badly.”

“Yes, indeed, but Chris had to make it real otherwise we would have lost this opportunity too. He was holding a tracking device that he fixed on Tareq’s gown this morning when Tareq attacked you people on the road. We were able to track you here, and discover Tareq’s secret hideout. My men have captured Tareq’s people.”

“So, that was why Chris refused to kneel down, isn’t it?” Effe asked with dawning understanding. “He wanted a chance to fix the tracking device on Tareq.”

Hamid nodded grimly.

“Yes,” he said. “Quite a brave act, yes, very brave. They could have shot and killed him.”

 

He marched Tareq out of the room as Fatima cut off the ropes binding her legs, and then she quickly cut off Effe’s cords too.

Effe, relieved, rushed to the bathroom quickly, and when she came back, she saw that Fatima was dressed, and that her own clothes were on the bed. Fatima wiped tears from her eyes and tried to smile bravely.

“Our clothes were in the wardrobe,” she said softly. “You better dress fast and let’s get out of here.”

Effe was trembling as she dressed up quickly.

And, as she looked at the corpse of Khalid on the floor of the room, drenched with his own blood, head shattered from Chris’ bullet, reality set in suddenly.

 

She became aware of the horrors of the night, and the horrible moments she would have gone through if this man that hated her so much had not walked in and stopped this beast with his monstrous weapon.

If Chris had arrived just five minutes late, she wondered what would have happened to her by then.

The tears were sudden and unbidden, and as she sank slowly down on the bed, crying pitifully, Fatima came to sit beside her, and wrapped her arms around her.

They both cried, two different women sharing a common pain.

***

There were a lot of army trucks around and heavily-armed Libyan soldiers and policemen rounding off the night’s raid.

Bright floodlights mounted on the army vans dispelled the darkness, throwing the whole compound into illuminated brightness.

The prisoners were being brought from the underground dungeons and the tents. They huddled together and almost all of them were crying pitifully as they realized their nightmares were over.

It was indeed a very pathetic and heart-wrenching sight.

 

Effe and Fatima held hands as they crossed the sandy compound. Two soldiers suddenly crossed them, speaking fluently in Arabic, but Hamid materialized behind the soldiers and dispersed them with sharp orders.

He looked at Effe with great compassion on his face.

“I must apologize for this most unfortunate incident, Miss Kedem,” he said in a contrite voice. “The sickness and greediness of some people is hard to comprehend sometimes. My government wants to compile a list of victims. I have a helicopter at my disposal. Perhaps, if you can come with me to Tripoli, we will work out an adequate compensation for your harrowing experience.”

 

Effe shook her head sadly with a wan smile.

“I just want to go home, please,” she whispered. “Perhaps, if you can get me to Tunisia, I can get a flight from there and go home. That was the original plan anyway. Where’s Chris, please?”

“You are almost at the Tunisian border, Chris will take you. Ah, yes, Mr. Bawa is in my sedan, over there,” Hamid said and pointed at a sleek black car in the far shadows. “We’re sending him back to his truck. Alas, his invaluable help in this operation can’t be publicly known, you see. Tareq and the bastards here have many powerful friends, and we want to keep Mr. Bawa’s role a secret for now.”

“So, all along, he was working with you?” Effe asked shakily.

Hamid pursed his lips with a slight frown on his face as he touched his sore nose.

 

“For almost three years we have been monitoring all traffic to and from Libya, across the borders,” Hamid said carefully. “For some time now, we’ve suspected Tareq of running a kidnapping operation, but nothing could be pinned on him because he was very thorough, careful and meticulous. We were desperate, and tried to get to Miss Fatima here to help us, but she turned us down, although she promised not to tell Tareq we approached her.”

“And then you set Chris on me, didn’t you?” Fatima asked painfully. “All along, he was just using me…and I thought he cared for me!”

 

“Don’t be like that, lady!” Hamid said quickly, and his voice was sharp. “Yes, we noticed Chris and his friends stopped frequently at Shari Zawiyah, and yes we approached him, just to try and catch Tareq’s eyes. Chris is handsome and fit, and we assumed Tareq would want to kidnap him and harvest his organs, or sell him as a sex slave to some rich woman. You were never in the equation! It was only coincidence that he happened to make your acquaintance!”

 

“That’s a lie!” Fatima cried agonizingly, and then she took a deep breath. “What happens to me now?”

“Chris mentioned your uncle is at Khoms, right?” Hamid asked softly, and Fatima nodded. “Good. For now I’ll take you in my helicopter to Tripoli. Tomorrow I’ll let an army sedan take you to your uncle at Khoms. I want you to stay low for a while as we try and arrest all the big names involved in this caper. Afterwards, I’ll get word to you, Miss Fatima, and you’ll be safe then to do anything you want.”

She nodded again.

 

“I want to see Chris, please,” she said softly.

“Please, come with me,” Hamid said.

They followed him across the plains past all the vehicles to the edge of a rough road to the dark sedan parked in the shadows. The tall outline of Chris was leaning against the side with his arms folded across his chest.

Hamid walked up to him and extended his hand.

“You did well, Ghanaian,” he said warmly. “Can’t thank you enough for sticking that tracker on Tareq. For a moment back there, as I watched through the binoculars and you refused to kneel, I was damn scared! Bastard could have shot you, man!”

 

“If I had knelt, I couldn’t have been able to get near enough to put the tracker on him,” Chris said softly.

“You could have stuck it on Miss Kedem, Ghanaian,” Hamid said with mild reproach.

“Nope,” Chris said. “I saw Fatima was almost naked when they brought her out. They could have stripped Miss Kedem naked too and thrown the clothes out with the tracking bug and we would have lost them forever, so it I had to stick it on that Tareq bastard.”

He and Hamid shook hands.

“I owe you a blow though,” Hamid said with a chuckle as he touched his nose gingerly. “Shit, you broke my fucking nose, you bastard!”

 

“Sorry about that, Libyan,” Chris Bawa said gently with a wan smile. “Thought you would ride it, or even duck.”

“No chance, motherfucker!” Hamid said with a relieved giggle. “You moved bloody too fast, but it was good, real good. Tareq’s men bought it. So, see you around, right?”

“Yeah,” Chris said with a nod. “Will ride through in a couple of months or so.”

“Keep in touch,” Hamid said. “Drop me a line when you hit Tripoli. I owe you a drink. And I’ll transfer the money into your account, as agreed. Libya owes you big time, my friend. Thanks, Ghanaian.”

“Glad to be of help, Libyan,” Chris said, and they shook hands again.

Hamid turned to leave.

 

“Don’t delay, Fatima,” he said across his shoulders. “That helicopter lifts off in ten minutes. Goodbye, Miss Kedem. I wish you all the best.”

“Goodbye, Hamid,” Effe said gratefully, her voice unsteady. “Thanks for everything.”

Fatima faced Chris, and when she spoke her voice was unsteady and filled with pain.

“Tell me the truth, Chrissy,” she said quaveringly. “The army man said it was a coincidence, you coming into my life. He said the plan was for you to get kidnapped by Tareq and that you coming to befriend me was not part of the whole plan. Is it true?”

Chris looked at Fatima in the darkness with hard eyes.

“No, that’s not true,” he said softly. “He told me the fastest way to get Tareq’s attention was through you. I agreed to it, and that is why I befriended you.”

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